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Odin13:
Thank God for PDP and chief Obasanjo that gave Nigeria back to Nigerians

Many kids don’t know nigeria..pre 99’ so the rant on corruption and PDP .. some forgetting the damage Nigeria military did to this country ..
from where we came and sacrifices made ..

Today Apc and Asiwaju wish to gallantly take us back to those years of nightmares..

Everyone wan Japa..

Even the name nigeria is a threat to Nigerians outside the shore ..

They fear immigration more than dead .

God help Nigeria

Indomie generation won’t understand

Cruise777:



.Wow

A patriotic Nigerian


Chief MKO only flew Nigerian Airways or his own Airline Concord group

Chief Arisekola owned no Private Jet but hires Plane for vacation from Nigerian Airways feet



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Yes, because people of those Caliber won’t experience such..

About 30 years ago, I slept at the Murtala Muhammed Airport for four days.

No, I was not a homeless vagabond.

I had bought the Nigeria Airways ticket to fly to the United States for a one-year sabbatical leave.

But when I arrived at the airport, I realized that my ticket was not honored, though I had bought it legitimately.

Whenever a plane was about to leave Lagos for New York, the NA officials posted a manifest list, and my name was not there.

They would ask me to wait for the next list.

This drama of “Your name is not yet listed, wait for the next manifest list” continued for four days.

I couldn’t leave the airport and return home because I lived in Ile Ife, and had bid my people goodbye for one year. They all expected I would be in NY already.

I was therefore forced to sleep by the door of the NA office at the airport, waiting for the release of the manifest list with my name on it.

I was not alone. There were hundreds of stranded passengers like me there—men, women, young, old, tall, short, thin fat—all sorts of people.

The Murtala Mohamed Airport was different then than what we have now.

There were no security officers. People drifted in and out in their hundreds. It was rowdy. There was no order of any sort. Food hawkers milled among the crowd of the stranded passengers like me, selling hot dogs, sandwiches, puff-puff, moin-moin, gala, meat pie, hamburgers, even rice and dodo.

People hawked sodas such as Cocacola, Fanta, Sprite and malt drinks.

The interior of the airport was packed like the Oyingbo market. There were also pickpockets and other fraudsters pulling fast tricks on unsuspecting victims.
I was hesitant to buy anything. I had changed all my naira to dollars at the rate of one dollar to three naira. But if I wanted to change my dollar back to naira, I could only collect one naira for my dollar at the airport, which would be a loss.

I was desperate when I got hungry. But someone was willing to give me two naira for a dollar, so I changed two dollars. I bought some moin-moin and coke.

The guys who helped me to change my money said I had no hope of traveling unless I was willing to bribe someone.

I was adamant. I wasn’t going to bribe anybody. It was my right to fly out, after all, I had paid for my ticket.

By day four, I lost hope of traveling out. I used my handbag as my pillow and reclined on the floor, to take a nap.

The young woman who slept a couple of feet away from me was also napping, snoring loudly. I asked her earlier, and she said she had been there for almost a week. She said she was ready at that point to accept the offer of a Nigeria Airways official who wanted sex in exchange for helping her to get on the manifest list.

For how long I had been asleep I couldn’t tell, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes. It was Segun Odegbami, the famous international soccer star, who played for the Green Eagles. I thought I was dreaming. I had met him through a friend, Tunde Fagbenle, and we had shared drinks at Fagbenle’s house in Lagos a couple of times.

I couldn’t refer to him as my friend, and I didn’t even know he would recognize me or remember my name.

I was a fat nobody next to a big star like him, someone for whom Ebenezer Obey had waxed an album, with the chorus, “It is a gooooal, Odegbami,” a bestselling song throughout Nigeria.

When I opened my eyes and it was him, I wanted to close my eyes back, thinking I was just dreaming.

But he spoke to me. “Moyo, what are you doing on the floor here?”

I quickly sat up, wiped my eyes, and smile at him. I narrated my story.

He shook his head, and said with a sigh, “That’s Nigeria Airways for you. I came to see someone off to London, and as I was leaving I happened to see you.”

“Na so we see am o,” I told him.

“Where is your ticket?”

I dipped my hand inside the pocket of my agbada, made out of new Ankara textiles. It had double as my daywear and my pajamas for four days. I retrieved the ticket and gave it to him.

He said, “Excuse me for a minute. Let me go and talk with them.”

Then he went inside the Nigeria Airways office, and within minutes he was back, with two young men.

“Moyo, are you ready to go now,” Odegbemi said, “because a flight is leaving in about fifteen minutes.”

I didn’t need to say yes. My eyes said it all.

The two young men picked up my luggage.

Odegbami gave me a hug and wished me bon voyage.

The two young men led the way with my luggage—just a suitcase and my hand luggage.

They took me to the back of the airport, and there was a Peugeot 505 waiting for us.

They loaded my luggage in the boot and drove me down the tarmac to the huge aircraft about half a mile away.

From a persona non grata, I instantly transformed into a VIP, driven on the tarmac like a departing president.

Nobody checked my luggage for any contraband. Everything was loaded directly on the plane and I was given the luggage tags.

I walked to my seat and sank into it. I couldn’t help but notice that the plane was less than half full.

There were empty seats everywhere when the plane took off. Yet, there were scores of people waiting at the airport, denied their right to fly, after paying their fares.

I remembered the poor woman snoring next to me on the floor at the airport.

Tears began to fall from my eyes.

“If they ever see me again in that godforsaken country,” I swore silently, “they should cut off my head.”

- Professor Moyo Okediji

⚫ Moyo Okediji is a professor of Art History at the University of Texas, Houston , United States of America.

smokinloud:
Dead end!.
Nothing good is coming out of the appeal.
Obi is better for opposition leader than ruling the country. Let him continue to say "go and verify" till 2031 when Elrufai becomes the President of Nigeria

Even the opposition job is not doing it well, I really miss Lie M and T baby as opposition

OkpaNsukkaisBae:
Like bombing civilian hospital in Gaza. If Russia did something like that in Ukraine. US, EU, NATO all of them will be shouting war crime & genocide.

I stand with Palenstine.

Israel is not responsible for the hospital bombing

WesternPanzer:
When Iran was killing Christians, did you call them Animals? When Hamas fires rockets all over Israel, do you call them Animals?

Are you aware that most Muslims do not actually want peace with Israel? The fight is not even about Land. Even if Israel gives up West Bank and Gaza strip, Most muslims will still not be happy because the problem is not even about land.

The major problem is antisemitism. Most Muslim animals hate jews which is bad. I ask you man. Why do most Muslim animals hate Jews so much?

"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain.
Morals have aesthetic criteria."

Rossikk:
IT'S A VERY SIMPLE ANALOGY THAT PUTS YOU IN THE SHOES OF A PALESTINIAN.

You do realise that the ONLY REASON that YOU are not a Palestinian stuck somewhere In the GAZA STRIP right now, is pure accident of birth?

If YOU had been born and raised in the GAZA STRIP, you would most likely be a proud MEMBER of HAMAS today.

Do you realise that?

And yes, I do know the history of Palestine and the origin of Hamas.

In fact I can give you a lecture in it.

There's nothing strange or complex about their origination.

give us the lecture, abeg who get oti wa Doju ni sin by Tinubu?

But wait oooh, who owns the skulls?

Take a risk but never be a fool

Blazebond:
Hamas have been condemned and nobody is supporting terrorists here but Israel must also be condemned for the killing of harmless civilians including women and children also and if you don't see this then your brain is clouded with hate and you are no different from hamas also.

I understand your perspective, but I think they warn the civilian to leave the war zone

Hello
Please I like to gather more information about Belgium, Lithuania and Estonia tourist visa requirements and other stuffs to put in place in other to apply.
Please anyone with any useful information?

The Yoruba and the Igbo share a lot more than similar mythic origins. They are the oldest inhabitants of the areas they live in. In other words, the Yoruba and the Igbo are indigenous to the geographical area called “Nigeria”. And it has also been argued that both groups are of a singular ancestry.


The oldest stratum of religion in western and central Africa is Orisha religion, which mutually obligated humans and members of the extraordinary realm of divine and ancestral beings.

There has been much argument about which tribe in Nigeria is the oldest. The Ijaws started inhabiting the Niger Delta region of what is now Nigeria as far back as 800 BCE, thus making them one of the world's most ancient peoples. They have existed as a distinct language and ethnic group for over 5000 years.

Yankiss:
A black man, their usual guinea pig. Did this man not have families? Were there not any rights accruable to the family for this kind of display? Who even authorized this in the first place? For centuries they didn't let old Willy rest in peace. Gross!!

According to one of his story I read, he don’t have any know family and he was a thief

Ok, but why did you cast the update?

Everyone suck breast

GentleOmoge:
Thank you so much.
Popo at Osogbo abi

Yes, those Women have everything when it comes to herbs

LillyandDaisy:
Remedy for Weak Erection and Premature Ejaculation

Things Needed :

2 slices of watermelon (preferably big cuts )

Garlic 12 cloves

Ginger 6 fingers

Bananas 2 to 4

1 onion medium size

1 piece of lemon

Some honey

4 to 6 pieces of carrots

2 big cucumbers

Directions
Add everything to blender and puree until smooth.

How to use : 1 glass cup night and morning.
Keep the remaining in refrigerator.

Enjoy your knackium effort!

But I still go get some herbs at popo for him

GentleOmoge:
Which of the herbs exactly
Kindly reply

Remedy for Weak Erection and Premature Ejaculation

Things Needed :

2 slices of watermelon (preferably big cuts )

Garlic 12 cloves

Ginger 6 fingers

Bananas 2 to 4

1 onion medium size

1 piece of lemon

Some honey

4 to 6 pieces of carrots

2 big cucumbers

Directions
Add everything to blender and puree until smooth.

How to use : 1 glass cup night and morning.
Keep the remaining in refrigerator.

Enjoy your knackium effort!

GentleOmoge:
Please reply my mention

Please can you quote me again I can’t remember

orikoku:
Them survive am?

Yes I Dey there no one injured

pineed:
Yes o i honestly can't wait.

But the question is will some set of people "REST" after tomorrow's judgment?

There is no rest for the wicked…

We will surely see how it ends

Still functioning ?

Vivid imagination…. But the truth this my Igbo brothers don’t know what they actually want… they want Biafra and yet they still want to be the president of the country they called zoo… there grand matron is once an ambassador and will still collect another portfolio if given, they keep killing there good ones in the name of agitation…

Myer:
This reminds me of his song, I don't remember the title, "iya mi baba won bi mi da. emi gangan mo tun tun rabi, loruko mi se njakin."

Yes, my Granpa favorite track, anytime he want to advise us

That’s how to play the game?

Omoluabi!

Lungdick:
hello op, did the suggestions work?

Yes thanks

God knows I hate emotion

You can start by telling us the true behind your motive