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Rangojack:
Ore wa, please add me in your prayers too biko.

My bro, I saw your story as well, believe me these things do happen - you loving someone whose heart is not with you.

Don't join the bandwagon that believes love is a scam because when you do you might just lose out on true love when it comes calling because of that childish mindset.

You'll definitely find someone you love and who loves you in equal measure. But what I don't know is if this lady that left you is going out with some other guy.

fredola77:
Kind words bro. I tried several things like reconciling with my ex who loves me so much... But when with her my heart still yearns for her. Will try the road trip thing, hopefully it will work.
I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND NOT TO EVER COMMUNICATE WITH HER EVER AGAIN!

Nice one bro. It will definitely blow over albeit with time. Please keep and open mind, love will come to you. Don't listen to poeple who says there's no love, you'll definitely find love. I am a testimony but love only came because I kept an open mind and today I'm extremely happy and grateful.

This phase will pass and you will find true happiness. Hang in there bro, I will be praying for you.

fredola77:
LORD GOD! I am terribly hurting right now. I got engaged to the sweetest and cutest girl I ever knew.we have been dating for 2yrs now. Late last year i arranged with my people and we went to collect the list after meeting her people. Now planing on going to get her marriage things next week only to find out from her whatsapp chat confessing to her ex's best friend that she still loves her ex and loves everything about him. GAWD! For about one week I wasn't mysef and she kept her distance. We later made up with the help of our pastor. Only to find out today that she's travelled to a far away state to see that her ex and will be there for at least a week. And this is supposed to be my fiancee oooo. We planned on getting married in December and I have propose December for my annual leave cos of that.
I have done a lot for her cos I see building her as building my own family as I intended marrying her. She's been leading me all along. Chai she is so so heartless. Can't stop crying... My GOD!

I understand if you have to cry, please go ahead and cry your hearts out. After crying, go for Thanksgiving. I'm happy for you because God just saved you from future heartaches you probably won't be able to handle.

After Thanksgiving, take your annual leave sooner and and take yourself on a trip. Go places you've never been to. Do something like a road trip around the West African sub region learn about other people and their culture. I can assure you by the time you are done you will feel refreshed and she would be in your past.

CAUTION!!! FORGIVE BUT NEVER ACCEPT HER BACK. CUT ALL TIES WITH HER COMPLETELY, DONT EVEN TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH HER.

Such ridiculous prizes, no wonder they don't know the rules of the sports. Baton they can't change. Nonsense

My only advice to your friend:
"When you embark on a journey of vengeance, dig two graves"

Why not just grab the bundle at once, the owner might change his mind and walk away

sam4:
which one? you can quote the particular one.

it has no number - 3rd from last

sam4:
More

I like this sandal. What's the price for a size 42?

The former Central Bank Governor, and Emir of Kano His Royal Highness Muhammadu Sanusi the second , surprised guests present at the Muson Centre for the launching of the book of Sir Olaniwun Ajayi.

Below is his edited speech by Ferhrook.
“There are good Yoruba people, good Igbo people, good Fulani people, good Nigerians and there are bad people everywhere. That is the truth. “Stop talking about dividing Nigeria.

Tribalism is not our problem. Tribalism and religion are artificial problems created by selfish leaders for their own personal interest.

There are only two major tribes in Nigeria.
The Elites and the Masses. Once you make lots of money, you belong to the elite tribe. When you are a commoner or suffering, you belong to the tribe of the masses.

If you are an elite, and you need more power, or elective position, you sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, so as to sway their emotion for your personal victory. This happens at both the national and state level.

Unfortunately, after the election when they have won and joined their “sworn enemies” to drink and party, the gullible masses continue to fight each other.
Even smart people who belong to the masses, sometimes will sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, and then the masses will carry them up until they belong to the elite class.

It is a classic strategy used over 3000 years ago in the art of war. A commoner who aspires to sit with the elites, could stir up powerful tribal or religious sentiments, such wave if properly utilized either by shedding blood or destabilizing the elites, carries the commoner to the elite class.

But once there, he immediately mingles and makes peace with the elite tribe, and turn his back on the same masses that helped him get there.
Youths are the worst victim of this powerplay, they kill each other, call other tribes unprintable names, do terrible things and sometimes, even lose their life, thinking they are fighting for their right, not knowing that they are fighting for the personal welfare of someone, whose own children are probably safe in America or London.

So youths, don’t hope on the government. If you don’t have a job, create one. There is abject poverty in the south as well as the north, whether Ogoni or Maidugri. At the same time, there is massive wealth in Lagos, Onitsha, Nnewi, Aba, Kano, Abuja, irrespective of zone.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it well and never remain idle. No job is too low for an idle hand, or else the devil will find work for you. As you become independent, and grow your capacity, do not lose hope in Nigeria.

We are the largest economy in Africa and soon the world will fear us. Western powers, don’t like big economies that threaten them, America will do anything to break China, but China is wise to resist that. China has 1.6 billion people, we have only 170 million, and we are talking of breaking.

China has 5 major religions which are Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, Islam and Christianity. Nigeria has only 2 major religions, Christianity and Islam. Yet we claim that religion is our problem.

America, the strongest economy is comprised of every tribe in the world, since they accept anybody from any part of the world. Yet they are united and extremely patriotic. Nigeria has only 3 major tribes, and we claim tribalism.

Think clearly and deeply, and you will realize that empowering yourself is the best course of action, not fighting each other. And once the youths are empowered, they can begin to take back their future from the hands of the old and corrupt generation that has been blinding Nigerians with hatred, while looting all her resources.

Sani Abacha’s loot is still stashed away in Switzerland, did he use it to develop the north? Those that stole billions under GEJ stashed it away in foreign banks, bought expensive toys, jets and foreign homes, are they using it to develop the south? Now the ones stealing currently, including the “grasscutters”, are looking for Ikoyi apartments, abandoned houses, and pit toilets to hide it, are they using it for the youths in their tribe? NO!

Youths shine your eyes ! Don’t always fall for this tribal, religious sentiments over and over again. Nigeria is bigger than these corrupt elites.

They are the problem, not the poor masses.

http://www.hopefornigeriaonline.com/emir-sanusi-bares-mind-hausa-igbo-yoruba-problem-nigeria/

These are the kind of speeches we should be promoting not the one written by some evil doers, naysayers and people who doesn't know their left from their right.

It's not about tribe or religion (reason I don't read tribalised articles), it is about personal gains and interest, the quest for more power and survival for the elites.

Make we no let them use our head ooo

Xcelinteriors:
Some men deserve it my dear, they deserve to train up another man's child

Who are those people crucifying me for saying my mind? The truth is that I can't do it to my husband but seriously some men deserves it. Do you know how many men that keep their girlfriend outside, rented a very nice apartment for them and also paying them salary while the wife will be home eating rubbish food and wearing rags all in the name of marriage. SOME men are very wicked and deserve more than raising another Man's child with their hard earned money. Kill yourself if you don't like what I have said

My dear, two wrongs can't make a right. If we continue like this then the world as we know it today will be an arena of chaos and anarchy in another two decades.

Everyone should learn and master self control and when a mistake is made the truth no matter how painful and bitter will save the parties involved a lot of heartache and wahala.

Let's learn to preach the right message

All those men should be castrated and their balls fed to dogs

April 8, 2015 (ThePublicDiscourse.com) -- It was a pivotal scene. A mom was brushing a boy’s long hair, the boy slowly turned his head to look at her. In a tentative voice, he asked, “Would you love me if I were a boy?” The mom was raising her boy to become a trans-girl.

In that split second, I was transported back to my childhood. I remembered my grandmother standing over me, guiding me, dressing me in a purple chiffon dress. The boy in that glowing documentary about parents raising transgender kids dared to voice a question I always wanted to ask. Why didn’t she love me the way I was?

I am haunted by that boy and his question. What will the trans-kids of 2015 be like sixty years from now? Documentaries and news stories only give us a snapshot in time. They are edited to romanticize and normalize the notion of changing genders and to convince us that enlightened parents should help their children realize their dreams of being the opposite gender.

I want to tell you my story. I want you to have the opportunity to see the life of a trans-kid, not in a polished television special, but across more than seven decades of life, with all of its confusion, pain, and redemption.

The Trans-Kid

It wasn’t my mother but my grandmother who clothed me in a purple chiffon dress she made for me. That dress set in motion a life filled with gender dysphoria, sexual abuse, alcohol and drug abuse, and finally, an unnecessary gender reassignment surgery. My life was ripped apart by a trusted adult who enjoyed dressing me as a girl.

My mom and dad didn’t have any idea that when they dropped their son off for a weekend at Grandma’s that she was dressing their boy in girls’ clothes. Grandma told me it was our little secret. My grandmother withheld affirmations of me as a boy, but she lavished delighted praise upon me when I was dressed as a girl. Feelings of euphoria swept over me with her praise, followed later by depression and insecurity about being a boy. Her actions planted the idea in me that I was born in the wrong body. She nourished and encouraged the idea, and over time it took on a life of its own.

I became so accustomed to wearing the purple dress at Grandma’s house that, without telling her, I took it home so I could secretly wear it there too. I hid it in the back of a drawer in my dresser. When my mom found it, an explosion of yelling and screaming erupted between my mom and dad. My father was terrified his boy was not developing into a man, so he ramped up his discipline. I felt singled out because, in my view, my older brother didn’t receive the same heavy-handed punishment as I did. The unfairness hurt more than anything else.

Thankfully, my parents decided I would never be allowed to go to Grandma’s house again without them. They couldn’t know I was scared of seeing Grandma because I had exposed her secret.

Uncle Fred’s Influence

My worst nightmare was realized when my dad’s much younger adopted brother, Uncle Fred, discovered the secret of the dress and began teasing me. He pulled down my pants, taunting and laughing at me. At only nine years of age, I couldn’t fight back, so I turned to eating as a way to cope with the anxiety. Fred’s teasing caused a meal of six tuna-fish sandwiches and a quart of milk to become my way of suppressing the pain.

One day Uncle Fred took me in his car on a dirt road up the hill from my house and tried to take off all my clothes. Terrified of what might happen, I escaped, ran home, and told my mom. She looked at me accusingly and said, “You’re a liar. Fred would never do that.” When my dad got home, she told him what I said, and he went to talk to Fred. But Fred shrugged it off as a tall tale, and my dad believed him instead of me. I could see no use in telling people about what Fred was doing, so I kept silent from that point on about his continuing abuse.

I went to school dressed as a boy, but in my head that purple dress lived on. I could see myself in it, standing in front of the mirror at my grandma’s house. I was small, but I participated and excelled in football, track, and other sports. My way to cope with my gender confusion was to work hard at whatever I did. I mowed lawns, delivered newspapers, and pumped gasoline. After high school graduation, I worked in an automotive shop, then took classes in drafting to qualify for a job in aerospace. After a short time, I earned a spot on the Apollo space mission project as associate design engineer. Ever eager for the next challenge, I switched to an entry-level position in the automobile industry and quickly rocketed up the corporate ladder at a major American car company. I even got married. I had it all—a promising career with unlimited potential and a great family.

But I also had a secret. After thirty-six years, I was still unable to overcome the persistent feeling I was really a woman. The seeds sown by Grandma developed deep roots. Unbeknownst to my wife, I began to act on my desire to be a woman. I was cross-dressing in public and enjoying it. I even started taking female hormones to feminize my appearance. Who knew Grandma’s wish in the mid-1940s for a granddaughter would lead to this?

Adding alcohol was like putting gasoline on a fire; drinking heightened the desire. My wife, feeling betrayed by the secrets I had been keeping from her and fed up by my out-of-control drunken binges, filed for divorce.

Life as a Woman
I sought out a prominent gender psychologist for evaluation, and he quickly assured me that I obviously suffered from gender dysphoria. A gender change, he told me, was the cure. Feeling that I had nothing to lose and thrilled that I could finally attain my lifelong dream, I underwent a surgical change at the age of forty-two. My new identity as Laura Jensen, female, was legally affirmed on my birth record, Social Security card, and driver’s license. I was now a woman in everyone’s eyes.

The gender conflict seemed to fade away, and I was generally happy for a while.

It’s hard for me to describe what happened next. The reprieve provided by surgery and life as a woman was only temporary. Hidden deep underneath the make-up and female clothing was the little boy carrying the hurts from traumatic childhood events, and he was making himself known. Being a female turned out to be only a cover-up, not healing.

I knew I wasn’t a real woman, no matter what my identification documents said. I had taken extreme steps to resolve my gender conflict, but changing genders hadn’t worked. It was obviously a masquerade. I felt I had been lied to. How in the world had I reached this point? How did I become a fake woman? I went to another gender psychologist, and she assured me that I would be fine; I just needed to give my new identity as Laura more time. I had a past, a battered and broken life that living as Laura did nothing to dismiss or resolve. Feeling lost and depressed, I drank heavily and considered suicide.

At the three-year mark of life as Laura, my excessive drinking brought me to a new low. At my lowest point, instead of committing suicide I sought help at an alcohol recovery meeting. My sponsor, a lifeline of support and accountability, mentored me in how to live life free from alcohol.

Sobriety was the first of several turning points in my transgender life.

As Laura, I entered a two-year university program to study the psychology of substance and alcohol abuse. I achieved higher grades than my classmates, many of whom had PhDs. Still, I struggled with my gender identity. It was all so puzzling. What was the point of changing genders if not to resolve the conflict? After eight years of living as a woman, I had no lasting peace. My gender confusion only seemed to worsen.

During an internship in a psychiatric hospital, I worked alongside a medical doctor on a lock-down unit. After some observation, he took me aside and told me I showed signs of having a dissociative disorder. Was he right? Had he found the key that would unlock a childhood lost? Rather than going to gender-change activist psychologists like the one who had approved me for surgery, I sought the opinions of several “regular” psychologists and psychiatrists who did not see all gender disorders as transgender. They agreed: I fit the criteria for dissociative disorder.

It was maddening. Now it was apparent that I had developed a dissociative disorder in childhood to escape the trauma of the repeated cross-dressing by my grandmother and the sexual abuse by my uncle. That should have been diagnosed and treated with psychotherapy. Instead, the gender specialist never considered my difficult childhood or even my alcoholism and saw only transgender identity. It was a quick jump to prescribe hormones and irreversible surgery. Years later, when I confronted that psychologist, he admitted that he should not have approved me for surgery.

Becoming Whole
Coming back to wholeness as a man after undergoing unnecessary gender surgery and living life legally and socially as a woman for years wasn’t going to be easy. I had to admit to myself that going to a gender specialist when I first had issues had been a big mistake. I had to live with the reality that body parts were gone. My full Instruments could not be restored—a sad consequence of using surgery to treat psychological illness. Intensive psychotherapy would be required to resolve the dissociative disorder that started as a child.

But I had a firm foundation on which to begin my journey to restoration. I was living a life free from drugs and alcohol, and I was ready to become the man I was intended to be.

At age fifty-six, I experienced something beyond my wildest dreams. I fell in love, married, and began to fully re-experience life as a man. It took over fifty years, but I was finally able to unwind all the damage that purple chiffon dress had done. Today, I’m seventy-four years old and married to my wife of eighteen years, with twenty-nine years of sober living.

Changing genders is short-term gain with long-term pain. Its consequences include early mortality, regret, mental illness, and suicide. Instead of encouraging them to undergo unnecessary and destructive surgery, let’s affirm and love our young people just the way they are.

https://www.lifesitenews.com/opinion/i-was-a-transgender-woman

Why is our country like this? Why are things always warped here?

Hmmm... I fear for this lady o. Revealing this is like making yourself a target

We all have our good and bad sides
Bad sides
Yorubas = fraud
Igbos = drugs
Hausa/fulani = terrorism
South south = prostitution/militancy/kidnapping

Good sides
Yoruba = Education/industry
Igbo = business/inventiveness
Hausa = agriculture/business
South south =

Hmmm

Firstcitizen:
We should allow NIA destroy Nigeria abi

NIA don't operate within Nigeria, it is illegal. They are meant to gather intelligence from outside Nigeria. They use the same modus operandi as the CIA or MOSSAD

It's all about their selfish interests. Good luck to those who are battering themselves over people who careless if the exist or not.

If you've done the following:
1. Survey
2. Financial projections/model
3. S.W.O.T analysis
and the results looks good then maybe you should quit and follow your passion.
A word of caution: passion doesn't necessarily translate to success.
I work with start ups and could advise (after an NDA is signed) and introduce you to one of the top 100 African Entrepreneurs. A lady who started something in 2015 and today she's amongst the top 10 in Nigeria. She will be more than glad to mentor you.

Is it still available?

A mini flat for rent located off Adeniyi Jones, Ikeja. @ N384k for the full package. Subsequently, N320k per year.

Call or whatsapp this number for more information. 08032556118.

MeAboki:
No need to make it top secret as already many individuals in the north are already taking the initiative to invest in personal solar systems to power their homes and small businesses - with an abundance of God given sun one wonders why this hadn't happen any sooner.

In the interim another initiative has recently emerged, where youths with a bit of capital establish generator based micro power plant businesses called 'merger'; they supply power to as many as 70 -90 small shops (as temporary substitutes for PHCN) using 3 phase generators for a daily fee of as little as N200 - N300/day.

Meanwhile, let the NDA continue bombing as the rest of the country diversifies and moves on; while through their own actions they unwittingly help to wean Nigerians from over dependency on their oyel, thereafter making their ongoing militancy lesser and lesser of an economic weapon of blackmail - they are by all means welcomed to continue with the bombing; after all, pickin wey say im mama no go sleep him ma no go sleep.

Fascinating this "merger" thingy. How does it work? Please enlighten me.

Please don't commit murder. Keep the child and you never know, its coming could be the open door that you seek. These little ones comes with blessings you know

OK... Waiting...

Her madness strong o. May God help and deliver her

afroniger:
Why are the SE governors and political leaders quiet about this?? Where is Obiano? Ikpeazu? Umahi? Ekweremadu? Must Fayose and FFK be the ones bringing the issues to the fore?? Useless leaders.

I really wish I have an answer as to why they are quiet about it. One thing I know for sure is that the east need a some radicals in the form of FFK and Fayose who are fearless even in the face of oppression and intimidation. SE, SS and SW should gear up and prepare for it because gradually it is creeping in - the plan of the north to enslave other parts of the country.

Greyworld:
Ploy to make people eat rotten banana.

I can't stop laughing... guy u funny o