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I wander what I'll do if I stumbled on this in my kitchen... hmmmmm

Despite my misgivings about Stan, I still agreed
to marry him when he proposed. You might
wonder what made me do it. If I was not sure of
a man, why would I want to marry him? Frankly, I
can't really tell. I just found myself agreeing to
the plans he was making concerning our future;
where we will live, how many children we will
have and other stuff. Perhaps I was tired of
seeing my mates getting married while I remained
single. I wanted to be attached to someone too,
have a man of my own that I can call my
husband.
Anyway, when I told my family I had found a
suitor, they were happy as well as relieved. I was
the only girl in my family that was still single;
even my younger sister had beat me to the altar a
year before. Though her case was a kind of
'emergency marriage' as she had been pregnant
for the guy while she was still a student and my
father had insisted he married her or face the
consequences.
Out of happiness that I was finally settling down,
my parents offered to foot most of the wedding
expenses. I expected my fiancé to object and
insist it was his responsibility and all that. But to
my surprise and annoyance, he gladly accepted
their offer. The issue caused a big quarrel and I
refused to speak with him for some days. I felt
he was trying to take advantage of my parents by
shirking his responsibilities.
Afterall, he worked in a bank and was making
good money so what was his problem, I told him
angrily during the argument.
"It's your duty as the man. I can support with
what I have but leave my parents out of it. They
can assist us but I think it's unfair to leave
everything for them to do! What kind of man are
you if you allow your prospective in-laws to be
solely responsible for your wedding?" I said
angrily.
"But you shouldn't blame me, Nelly! Afterall, it
was your Dad that offered. I didn't ask," he
pointed out.
"Then you should have refused his offer!" I
countered. Though retired from the civil service
where he had worked for many years, my Dad did
consultancy and other businesses to keep busy
and supplement his pension. Though he was
doing well financially, I did not want him to exert
himself too much on my behalf just because I
was getting married.
The church member
Later, Stan and I sorted out our differences and
forged on with our wedding plans. A few weeks
before the day, my fiancé informed me he was
having cash flow problems due to a business
investment he had made. He then asked for a
loan to help with some of the wedding expenses.
At that time, I did not have much money of my
own. What I had was some money my brother
had sent towards his house project and a small
business he was planning to set up.
I decided to 'borrow' the money and give it to
Stan with the understanding that it was a loan
that had to be paid back as the money, about
N2m was not mine but my brother's. He agreed
and collected the money, promising to give it
back once his investment paid off.
Then one day, about a week before our church
wedding, I was in church when a woman, a
church member approached me. Though I had
been seeing her around, I was not close to her.
The woman, Sister Agnes said she had some
useful information for me pertaining to my fiancé
and would like to talk with me. Wondering what it
was all about, I followed her out of the hall.
Outside, she showed me one of my wedding
invitations, stating that somebody in the church
had given it to her. It was Gina, a member of the
youth programme to which I belonged. I had
given some IVs to her to distribute to her family
and friends.
Sister Agnes told me it was the name of my
fiancé on the card that had attracted her
attention. She asked if he worked in a certain
bank, even mentioning the branch he was based.
I nodded my head.
She was silent for a while before speaking and
what she said shook me deeply.
She advised me to call off the wedding at once
because my fiancé was a married man.
"What?" I nearly screamed on hearing her words.
"It's the truth. We work in the same office so I
know him very well. He's not only married, he has
children. I think he has four kids. They all live
with the wife in his hometown," she stated. I felt
as if I was dreaming or was in a trance. How
could this be? That the man I was about to walk
down the aisle within a few days is already
married, with children? Impossible!
I could not believe it. And from my countenance,
the lady could tell what I was thinking.
"This can't be true. Sister, are you really sure
about this?" I queried.
"Of course I am. I even know his wife. She has
come to the office a couple of times to see him.
Wait let me show you something," she said. She
brought out her mobile phone and showed me
some pictures. It was a send forth party for a
member of staff that had left the bank. There
among the other staff was my fiancé, smiling
happily at the camera.
"It's him," I stated, staring blindly at the photos.
Suddenly, my legs felt so weak that I had to sit
down or I would have fallen. The woman later
told me things about my fiancé that left me
dazed. She said he was fond of dating ladies,
especially customers of the bank whom he
perceived as having money. He would promise all
kinds of things including marriage just to get
close to them and their money.
"There was a case he was involved in a few years
ago that almost cost him his job. The lady in
question whom he had nearly conned with a fake
marriage was from an influential family. They had
threatened to take the case to the police but
pressure was put on them by a top official of the
bank whom Stan is close to and the matter was
resolved quietly. I thought he had repented but he
is still at his old tricks," she noted.
To confirm her words, she called Stan and put
the phone on speaker. When he answered, they
spoke briefly about office matters then she asked
after his family.
"They are all fine. I'm even with them right now
at home. My second boy has been ill and is on
admission at the hospital. I had to come down
and see how he is doing. I will be back in town
tomorrow though. So, see you in the office then,"
I heard him say on the phone.
"My God," I intoned, suddenly feeling cold and hot
at the same time as if I was coming down with a
serious case of malaria. It had been confirmed in
his own words. What further proof do I need?
That day, I can't remember how I got home. I
was in a state of shock from the revelations
about my fiancé. Later, I told my parents what I
had heard and they were equally shocked. They
felt deceived and my father, in great anger vowed
to deal with him 'for trying to mess with my
daughter' as he put it.
He called a top police officer he knew who went
with his men and arrested Stan the following day
at his office. I took some satisfaction in knowing
the shame and embarrassment he must have felt
at being taken away from his place of work in a
police van.
The wedding was called off and my family filed a
case of fraud and theft against him.
He could not refund the money he collected from
me on the pretence of planning a fake wedding.
So, the case was charged to court. As I write,
Stan is cooling his heels behind bars, serving a
five year jail term. He was sacked by the bank
not just because of my case but another case
involving some stolen funds.
To me, it serves him right for what he is going
through. He tried to fool me, deceiving me that he
wanted to marry me when all he was interested in
was my money. Nemesis has caught up with him
and I hope he rots in jail!
I hope other ladies will learn from my case and be
careful because a lot of guys these days are on
the prowl, looking for gullible ladies to devour.

The End!
Names have been changed to protect the identity
of the narrator and other individuals in the story.

Source:
http://www.truelifestoriesng..com.ng/2015/12/i-found-out-he-was-married-week-before_10.html?m=1

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firstEVA:
have u ever heard the saying "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"? U sound like a fool when u say that lady is ugly

U really hit it babe, "thumbs up" that guy speedyGonzalez just dey make me dey vex, as if he can create person.

speedyGonzales:
I'll be honest your wife to be, is bloody ugly or maybe it is just the make-up!

No one asked for your honesty. And besides she ain't ugly at all, how many beautiful girls have u created, let's compare to the ones God created. U can't even create a strand of hair, and you are there telling us that the girl God created in his own image, somebody's better half, and someone's future mother is ugly. hmmmmm na wa oo.

Acidosis:
Hmn, Have you tried talking to him about this?

Men should learn to acknowledge and praise their women. Corrections are ideal, but it should be done in love.

Yes I have tried telling him but no he won't listen, so am carrying my cross.

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will rather go for who's not so cute but has other qualities intact than a cutie who's selfish. its very stressful being with a self centered man.

FOR COUPLES AND ALL.
Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought
up the idea of asking Mother to move from the
rural hometown and spend her remaining years
with us. Hubby's father passed away while he
was still very young. Mother endured much
hardship and struggled all on her own to provide
for him, see him through to a university degree.
You could say that she suffered a great deal and
did everything you could expect of a woman to
bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately
agreed and started packing the spare room, which
has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy
the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in
the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up
and started spinning round and round. As I
begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go
fetch mother".
Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on
his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick
me up at any moment put the tiny me into his
pockets. Whenever we have an argument and
both refuses to back down, he would pick me up
and spin me over his head continuously until I
surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted
to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and
lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to
buying flowers to decorate the living room, she
could not stand it and would comment: "I do not
know how you young people spend your money,
why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat
flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in
the house, our mood will also become better."
Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby
smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people’s habit; slowly
you will get use to it". Mother stopped saying
anything.
But every time thereafter, whenever came home
with flowers, she would ask me how much it
costs. I told her and she would shake her head
and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come
home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask
each and every item how much they cost, I would
tell her honestly and she would get even more
upset about it.. Hubby playfully pinched my nose
and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the
full price of everything would solve it." There
begins the friction to our otherwise happy
lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early
to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could
the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother facial expression is
always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm
and I would pretend not to notice. She would use
her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as
her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the
Children's Palace and am exhausted from along
day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up
the luxury of that additional few minutes in the
comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear
to all the
protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with
some housework, but soon her help created
additional work for me. For example: she would
keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them
so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our
house being filled with all the trash bags; she
would scrimp on dish washing detergent when
helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt
her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly
washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her
bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.
Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after
that, he did not speak to me for that entire night.
I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute,
but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked
him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me
and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however
unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a
long period of time, mother did not speak to me
and you can feel that there is a very awkward
feeling hanging in the house.
During that period of cold war, hubby was caught
in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop
her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother
took on the "all important" task of preparing
breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast
table, mother would look at hubby happily eating
his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at
me for having failed to perform my duty as a
wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast
on my way to work. That night, while in bed,
hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not
clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone
in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed
me.. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for
me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left
with no choice but to return to the breakfast
table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared
by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my
stomach and everything inside seem to be
rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge
to throw up but I could not. I threw down the
bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited
everything out. Just as I was catching my breath,
I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in
her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom
doorway staring at me with fire burning in his
eyes... I opened my mouth but no words came
out of it, I really did not mean it.
We had our very first big fight that day; mother
took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made
her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
stare in the eye and followed mother down the
stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home,
not even a phone call. I was so furious, since
mother arrived; I had been trying my best and
putting up with her, what else do you want me to
do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to
throw up and I simply have not appetite for food,
coupled with all the events happening at home, I
was at then low point in my life. Finally, a
colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should
go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I
am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that
fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated
through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't
hubby, and mother who had been through this
before, thought of the possibility of this being the
reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw
my hubby standing there. It had only been three
days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted
To turn and leave, but one look at him and my
heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to
him. He followed my voice and finally found me
but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he
has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right
through my heart. I told myself not to look at him
anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have
such a strong urge inside me to shout to my
hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have
him lift me up and spin me around in circles of
joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in
the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why
our love couldn't even withstand the test of one
fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my
hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried
and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,
sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I
switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears
rolling down his face. He was removing the
money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me,
took the bank deposit book and some money and
left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave
me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in
love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh
and tears starting streaming down again.
The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to
clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I
reached his office and his secretary gave me a
weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a
traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I
stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
by the time I found hubby, mother had already
passed away. Hubby did not look at me,
His face was expressionless. I looked at mother's
pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the
tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a
single word to me, with only the occasional
disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out
brief facts about the accident from other people.
That day, after mother left the house, she walked
in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently
intending to go back to her old house back in the
countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to
walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
public bus came and hit her... I finally understood
how much hubby must hate me, if I had not
thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled,
if.... In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his
mother.
Hubby moved into mother's room and came home
every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And
me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and
could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him,
tell him that we are going to have our baby soon,
but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all
the words I have at the brink of my mouth just
fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or
give me a big and thorough scolding though none
of these events happening had been my fault at
all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as
the days went by, hubby came home later and
later. The deadlock between us continues, we
were living together like strangers who don't
know each other. I am like the dead knot in his
heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant,
looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a
girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
brushed her hair for her, I understood what it
meant. After recovering from that moment of
shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of
my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in
my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there
is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me,
looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go,
hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He
stared back at me, challenging me.. I can only
hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as
if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down,
if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse
together with the baby inside me. That night, he
did not come home; he had chosen to use that as
a way to indicate to me: Following mother's
death so did our love for each other.
He did not come home anymore after that.
Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I
can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he
had returned to take some of his stuff.. I no
longer wish to call him; the initial desire to
explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I
go for my medical checkups alone, my heart
breaks again and again every time I see a guy
carefully helping his wife through the physical
examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to
consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will
not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it
is my way of repaying mother for causing her
death.
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in
the living room. The whole house was filled with
cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was
this piece of paper. I know what it is all about
without even looking at it. In the two months plus
of living alone, I have gradually learned to find
peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my
hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He
looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like
mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to
myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my
eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come
out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's
eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled,
walked over to the coffee table and pulled the
paper towards me. Without even looking at what
it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the
paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since
mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke
to me. I could not control my tears any
further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes,
but its ok, you can
leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat,
facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me,
his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything
seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I
could never reach them. I cannot remember how
many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had
originally thought that I would forgive him, but
now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of
that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never
forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in
each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for
him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this
moment of reconciliation, but I realized now,
what had gone past is gone forever and could not
repeated.
Other than the thought of the baby inside me that
would bring some warmth to my heart, I am
totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything
he buys for me, I don't take any presents from
him and I stopped talking to him. From the
moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage
and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes,
hubby will try to come into the bedroom,
but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living
room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's
room. At night, from his room, I can hear light
sounds of groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be
his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he
would fake illness and I will surrender and find
out what is wrong with him, he would then grab
me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I
cared for him and am concerned because there
was love, but now, what is there between us?
Hubby's groaning came on and off
continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the
baby, infant products, children products and
books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is
trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no
longer moved by his actions. He has no choice
but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his
typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he
is now addicted to web surfing but none of that
matters to me anymore.
It was sometime towards the end of spring in the
following year, one late night, I screamed because
of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing
into the room, its like he did not change and
sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He
carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a
car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping
the sweat off my brow, throughout the
journey to the hospital. Once we reached the
hospital, he carried me and hurried into the
delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but
warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my
lifetime, who else would love me as much as he
did? He held the delivery suite door opened and
watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to
manage a smile at him despite my contraction
pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby
looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and
he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his
hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he
slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him
in pain... He smiled, but without opening that
tired eyes of his.... I had thought that I would
never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I
have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my
body at that moment. Doctor said that by the
time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was
already in terminal stage and it was a miracle
that he managed to last this long. I asked the
doctor when he first discovered he had cancer.
Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed
home, I went into his room and checked his
computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.
Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his
groaning was real, and I had thought that... the
computer showed over 200 thousand words he
wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have
persisted, to be able to take a look at you before
I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in
your life, you will have many happiness and
maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
you throughout that journey, how nice would it
be. But daddy now no longer has that chance.
Daddy has written inside here all the possible
difficulties and problems you may encounter
during your lifetime, when you meet with these
problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ...
Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I
feel as if I have accompanied you through life
journey. To be
honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother,
she has suffered, she is the one who loves you
most and also the one who loves me most...."
From play school to primary school, to secondary,
university, to work and even in dealing with
questions of love, everything big and small was
written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear,
to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me
for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not
telling you my illness, because I want to see you
be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our
baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that you
have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for
loving me... These presents, I'm afraid I cannot
give them to our son personally, could you help
me to give some of them to him every year, the
dates on what to give when are all written on the
packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma.
I brought our son over and place him beside him.
I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son
to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."
He struggled to open his eyes and managed a
weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the
button on the camera and the sound of
the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly
rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding
and the person who loves me the most in this
world is gone forever...." Cruel misunderstandings
one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps
to our family. Our originals intend of having
Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments
in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong
as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price,
everything became too late."...... ...
This is a true story.

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO
OFFENCES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears
to my eyes as I read through each line eager to
know what would happen next. It truly showed
the devastating power of grudges and anger!
Simple humility and communication would have
resolved most of the problems in that story, as
well as patience..... This story has really touched
my heart and life as a whole and it has
stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very
sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from
today, I can consciously start to live a life free of
grudge..
People please let's live a life devoid of grudge.
Communication is the key.
Take greatest care and live on.

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Durentt:
See ugly daughter. Meat-chew

u should be ashamed of ur self ...

As for me? always borrowing biro in the banking hall.

ayanbaba2:
why the run na.... shake my head for them... if I dey there, I go catch it and...........

catch it and.... get married! simple as ABC.

jemir000:
since buhari came to power, it's been one bad news or the other...


someone should pls chain this man to the wall before he wallops us in total badness

stop being dramatic, what has buhari got to do with this.

1 - The Pen Borrowers: They're always in the bank, common pen they won't have. These people are very dangerous, once u borrow them d pen, u may find it difficult to identify dem. In a bank in Nigeria, once someone tells u "may I have ur pen?" Believe me bros, that's d last time u will see that pen (except if u're fortunate) lolz
2 - The "I dey ur Back" Team: Immediately they enter d bank, even b4 taking d slip (withdrawal or deposit) all they do is to know the last person and u hear dem saying, I'm at your back. If care is not taken, about 8 people can tell u "I dey ur back" then at d end of d day, they cause confusion (na me dey him back,I don tell am I was here b4 u blah blah) lolzz
3 - The No protocol team: This kind of people don't obey d 1st come, 1st served slogan! They're mouthed in d bank! Immediately they come in, they just walk up 2 d cashier or manager, he asks them 2 sit down & within 5 mins they've completed their transactions while u still dey there looking like mumu 4 queue. (Diaris God oooo)
4 - The Bank Door Rejectees: These people will always have a problem with d bank door, then u see them removing their belts, car keys, mobile phones etc and yet d machine keeps shouting "remove all metals" My bros next time come 2 bank naked! Biko, the door go allow u in...lolz
5 - The Slip wasters: These kind of people can waste slip 4 bank! To fill the withdrawal slip or deposit slip na JAMB questions, u see them cancelling, tearing, squeezing & taking another one. To write common 3780 Naira in words na gobe! Even d so called undergraduates are found wanting in this scenario.......CHAI!!
6 - The people from Another Planet: These people usually behave like them no dey this world since 2 yrs! They will always b asking 4 today's date, even after telling them d correct date,they will ask some1 else again. I tire 4 dis people oooooo Be sincere which one are you lolzzz!

emmanuel596:
Things like what pls

she probably has someone she calls her boyfriend....

she's hiding something.

This groom threw his wife's bouquet at his male friends and all of them took to their heels. Now my question is, does marriage scare them that much? or are they scared of the responsibility that accompanies being married? men are so strange!

she deserves it.

Nice.... following the footsteps of his mentor. Miss Derenle.

Very sad

Guys This incident happened at Eleyele police barrack, Ibadan.The woman pictured above almost killed her 12-year old house-help. According to the source , she knocked off her tooth, poured hot water on her and nearly blinded her. Neighbours intervened before the woman did more harm to the little girl. Her reason was that the girl swept and didn’t clean the dinning table. The source also says that the little girl has been admitted in an undisclosed hospital and the woman is currently being detained.
The photos are graphic and very disturbing…

Nice write up

Opinedecandid:
And the eleventh is:

ABSENCE OF GOD IN THE MARRIAGE

And maybe, this should be number one.

Again, even if other opposites to the op's ten are absent, provided this one is present, the marriage is a huge success.
For except
'The Lord builds a house,
they labour in vain that build it'

I'm talking from the standpoint of encounter and experience.
I have been married for five years now.
That qualifies me to have at least a FSLC in Marriage.

What does FSLC mean

JIBOSKI437:
Is it Possible 4any Top Politician/Govt Official 2HELP SomeOne 2process and Get Appointment Letter IN 2 CUSTOM SERVICES b4 General Recruitment/UnderGround Recruitment

Yes na, very possible!

Where's the picture na

Hi pls help me oooo I have an interview for 5th of August and got a mail from them that it has been shifted to august 25. Anyone with the same mail?
How do I go about it.

efosa2:
@onosas..pls dont come to the house and b fooling urself....house is for a prudent people, integrity people i beg u....God Bless Nigeria Youth.

I get you please let the guy pass out the information he has first na before crucifying him.

The victim, named Jerry Guobadia, said he was
on his way from the bank when two policemen in
an unbranded vehicle accosted him and tried to
force him into their vehicle. He said he resisted
and asked them why he was being arrested...and
they told him the tattoos on his body was too
much. He said he found their reason suspicious
and resisted being arrested. From that point the
policemen descended on him.
He also alleged the policemen took the money he
had with him in the process.

Nigerians in London, United Kingdom, have
expressed frustration over the compulsory
payment of £30 (about N10, 000) for the
registration of the Bank Verification Number, as
directed by the Central Bank of Nigeria.
Apparently sad over their plight, some of them
during the week stormed the Nigeria High
Commission in London to protest against the
directive of the apex bank. Others took to the
social media to vent their anger.
The CBN had recently extended the deadline for
the BVN registration from June 30 to October 31,
2015 as disclosed in a circular issued to all
deposit money banks operating in the country.
The Director, Banking and Payment Systems
Department of the CBN, Mr. Dipo Fatokun, said
the extension became imperative in order to give
bank customers more time to participate in the
enrolment exercise.
The circular had read in part, “It has come to our
notice that the BVN registration has elicited
tremendous interest from the Nigerian banks’
customers who crowded the banking halls in
order to beat the deadline.
“Furthermore, there is the need to give Nigerian
banks’ customers in the Diaspora ample time to
enrol on the programme. The guideline for their
enrolment is being finalised and will be released
soon.”
Though the BVN registration in Nigeria is free,
Nigerians living in London have had to part with
N10, 000 to enrol on the exercise.
The directive was said to have been issued by the
apex bank, as confirmed by the UK chapter of the
All Progressives Congress and Zenith Bank.
The APC, UK chapter, had asked the bank on
Twitter about the authenticity of the directive and
the bank replied, saying, “The letter is genuine.
The fee is as communicated by CBN and the
enrolment company was contracted by the CBN.
We trust this helps.”
Attempts to get the comment of the ministry’s
spokesperson, Ogbole Ahmedu-Ode, were not
successful as he could not be reached on the
phone. He also did not respond to a text message
that was sent to him.
But investigations at the Ministry of Foreign
Affairs showed that the ministry was not involved
in the BVN registration held in the UK.
A highly placed official in the ministry explained
that the Nigeria High Commission in UK was not
involved in the BVN registration, stressing that it
was handled by a private firm which has no
relationship with the embassy.
The source said that the high commission
officials saw the posters advertising the BVN
registration in London like other members of the
public, noting that the “BVN registration was the
private affair of a private company.”
“Neither the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nor the
Nigeria High Commission in the UK was involved
in the BVN registration; the programme was
handled by a private company which has no
relationship with the ministry or the high
commission,” the official said on Friday.
Also, the Director, Corporate Communications
Department, CBN, Mr. Mu’azu Ibrahim, could not
be reached for comments as repeated calls made
to his mobile phone did not connect.
-Punch