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I had an encounter with the DSS some weeks to my pop as a corper then. It was a rainy evening and I trekked a considerable distance to a local pharmacy to get some drugs. I was casually strolling on the side of the road when a Hilux roughly drove by and almost knocked me down. The vehicle stopped some metres ahead of me.
Irked by the reckless driving I accosted the driver on his reckless driving. These two burly individuals came out and pounced on me for daring to question them. That night I fought these two rogues to a stand still. They probably (mis)took me for a lame duck and were forming macho DSS agents.
Conincidentally, everything happened in front of the DSS base.
They attempted to drag me into their base but instead I held on to them by the scruff of their miserable necks, dragging them away from the gate and towards passers-by who saw everything that happened and who I thought would interfare or lend a helping hand against the unjust oppression by the DSS officers. Sadly, nobody lifted a finger or raised a voice to help. Nigerians and their chickenshit liver were too scared to interfere.
After about 15-20 minutes of rancourous jostling between the three of us, a second hilux suddenly stopped and the lone occupant, another DSS officer, came out with a horsewhip. It was at this point I yielded my resolve and let go of the almost torn shirts of the two bastards because by now I was almost out of breath and overpowered. The first bastard having now found his strength in company, brushed my legs from under me and they forced me to kneel down. When eventually everything was narrated to the third officer, I was let go because I was never at fault.
I left with my favorite winter jacket torn and my knee slightly bruised but with my head high because I did not cower in the face of oppression. I took mental note of the car's plate number and I openly boasted to their faces that the night was not the end of the affair (very stupid move in hindsight because I was still in front of their base). I also cursed all the bystanders for not interfering, swearing that their loved ones would suffer the injustice I had suffered that night (not that I believe in the efficacy of swears).

I was more disappointed in the bystanders who stood back and watched a fellow citizens oppressed than the officers who attempted to oppression me. Looking back now, I think maybe I was lucky they were not armed that time (throughout the fight I never saw a gun with them; maybe they left their guns in the car) because I could have been shot without remorse for defending the freedom of chickenshit livered citizens.

I walked home in the rain. If I could, I would have cried under the rain.

I went to their head office the next day (not their base) to see the OC Legal to report the misconduct of the officers. At the gate, the 3rd officer met me at the gate but I refused to exchange pleasantries with him because I'm sure he knew why I was there that afternoon. Unfortunately I didn't get to see who I intended to see. I eventually dropped my quest for vengeance because I was a corper close to pop. I thought it best to live out the remainder of my service days in peace.
I have been embittered by this experience. I have only shared the experience with my mother ever since. My father doesn't even know of this. I didn't tell my boss who was the DPP of State then, I never told any of my fellow corpers about my experience. Maybe they wouldn't believe me, or they'll call me a hot-headed warri boy.

Why am I saying all this? I don't know. But I feel good to have let this off my chest and to share my experience with others who have suffered same. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

Hintona:
When a girl is passing by a group of boys why do they suddenly become silent?

You can't talk when your mouth is full unless you want the food to fall out of your mouth.

In simple terms, such males may be busy pondering the vast go-between before taking the leap of faith. These encounters usually last only for fleeting seconds, and in that time the male participant has to evaluate the female, the (social) circumstances of the meeting, the cost benefit analysis of flirting with her and so many other considerations; all done mentally within fleeting moments of the encounter. This may be one factor for the experience(s) you have had.

Hintona:
I posted this on an ARCHAEOLOGY group on Facebook, and almost all the WHITE MEN (mostly Americans) in the group attacked me and called me racist and Afrocentric. They turned it into a white/black issue when clearly that's not even what the picture implies.

Seriously I don't even know how African Americans cope in the US everything is about race.

You touched a sensitive nerve. You'll have to be a bimbo not to realize that while you did not have racist intentions, your post nonetheless was aimed at a specific race; which may easily be (mis)interpreted to be racist.

Addressing the post itself, there is no denying the mindset of white superiority and black inferiority projected by western media (deep-rooted bias from the slave legacies) and widely acknowledged in contemporary circles. Thus, taking the shine away from supposed 'white' civilization which has strutted about like the peacock on the strength of their 'inventions' over decades, touched sensitive nerves. Basic human instinct in responding to perceived threats or dangers to their continued well-being (ego), is to lash out. This was the result your 'white' audience exhibited.

RichDad1:
Did you all read the news? You pathetic souls.

I am shocked by the crass ignorance displayed by the lot of apes beating their chests so assuredly over matters their feeble minds cannot ruminate on.

Little wonder the country is as it is.

There are no permanent friends or foe in politics. Only permanent interests.

jieta:
The high rise of engine oil price has led to so many fake in the market, some use diesel to miss the oil When you use it twice your generator develop fault.

Through out last week I've been running from one generator repairer to another until one of them draw my attention to it.

That was how I bought engine oil that turned to super-glue and almost destroyed my generator. Even the repairer was shocked.

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I've had opportunities to Bleep my office secretaries, colleagues and even my boss's daughter. But my rule has been my saving grace so far. No office romance. if not, things go spoil.

I've had several bosses tell me their lewd adventures with secretaries in the office -even during office hours- and sometimes I'm tempted to have a taste of the cookie.

So far so good, I've been able to stand firm and ignore my current secretary with her invitingly soft bosom and coy smile. smh. Problem nor dey finish!

Pierocash:
haven't you seen children of Royal Highness killing their own fathers and took over rulership?

In the year AD 161 Marcus Aurelius a Roman Emperor who was the world leader then was killed by his own son ,and took over power .

Aside that,even if the son wasn't part of the coup,he is the highest ranking officer to take over

Marcus Aurelius was not killed by his son, Commodus. Do not confuse Hollywood blockbuster movie for reality.

Princeaniemeka:
My name is Prince aka Broda for those that know. I was enrolled in ABTI IN 2008, It was a dream come true for me to be in a condusive environment that you can actually learn. I was so happy, to be able to function freely without the downside of our state and federal uni. Everything about AAUN was on point, from the cafeteria, library, bookstore, lecture hall (with facility), the shuttle bus, the labs, infact the list is endless. Let's just say It felt like home. But I was stereotyped by one of our Den because am simply an IGBO STUDENT not minding that Atiku himself is marrying my sister (I mean my blood). I was involved in an accident outside our school with my course mate from Niger republic(fulani friend). We was almost in all my classes, summer inclusive. In AUN before any decision is taking, it must be brought to the panel that constituet of students body, professor's and co. But mine wasn't the case, not minding that I had less than one year to graduate.

My story.
It was on a weekend, the semester was over and we just started summer school for those of us that want to shorten our years or upgrade our CGPA. We had a new President (female) from America that was resuming work that period. It happens that some students organized an off campus party (we have an entertainment club in school called SHUFFLE), I was in one of the party with my friends having fun until it was time to go. Some of my friends that didn't have a car ask me to help convey them back to school, which was about 5mins from where we were. I drop the first set, came back and drop another set, on going back with the third set, we meet a power bike on the road on the middle of the road, I horned and horned but the person on the bike didn't hear. I flashed my headlight to no avail, and I negotiated an overtaken before I could know what was happening the power bike left the middle of the road to the left side of the road where I was KPANMMMM. He was less than 10feet in front of me, I quickly suave towards the left so as to avoid collision with him but still my fender from passenger side got him. I stop immediately to go check on the guy. My friends (so called) was of the opinion that I should not stop for the fear of being lynched. Our school security personnel stated coming to the scene of the accident. Mind you I have never been involved in any accident before in my entire life. On seeing the crowd that rushed to the scene. I drove off and drop my so called friends that stab me behind my back, we was supposed to graduate within that period. I went back to the scene of the accident but he has already been taken to the hospital. I called my uncle who resides in yola town (Monitor Cat) and told him what happen, immediately he ask me to come to his house since he has been taken to the hospital. The next morning at around 7 am in the morning my phone rang and it was my so called friends that was calling to know where I was not knowing that they have already sold me out. I told them where I was and before I could know what was happening the then acting Den with some students stormed my uncle house in gra, the news was that I deliberately wanted to kill the guy who is my friend and that they told me to stop but I REFUSE (WOW). The commotion was too much that my Uncle had to intervene, we went to the hospital to see the guy. On getting to the hospital the crowd was overwhelming, everybody was of the opinion that I wanted the guy dead, that I even said it with my mouth (friends). As God may have on that faithful morning, we meet my friend and HE CONFESSED INFRONT OF EVERYBODY THAT I WAS HIS FRIENDS NOT MINDING WHAT HIS FULANI BROTHER'S WAS SAYING, WE WAS IN THE CLASS IN THAT SUMMER AND WE WAS IN THE SAME PROJECT GROUP IN THAT SUMMER CLASS. HE VINDICATED ME BY SAYING THAT ITWASN'T MY FAULT BECAUSE HE WAS PUTTING ON AN EYE PEACE THAT WAS WHY HE COULD NOT HEAR ME. AS GOD MAY HAVE IT MY NIGER FRIEND ONLY FRACTURED HIS BONES, NOTTING WAS BROKEN. To my greatest surprise my acting Den was already with my expulsion letter without any panel, without any hearing, mind you this thing happened in the night and in the morning I was served. I have never been involved in any MISCONDUCT since I started nor have I ever been found wanting by the school authority. Even the letter didn't state what I did. I pleaded with him since it wasn't intentional and since my friends statement contradict that of his people still. My uncle charged his lawyer to plead on my behalf but it feel on def ears. I even went to the then new President (female) house very close to the Lamido Adamawa palace severally but she didn't even give me attention. NOTE : I PAID FOR MY FRIENDS HOSPITAL BILLS FROM A TO Z. My parents contacted the school to know why I was meeted with the harsh jugment but know body could give them any reasonable response. Am only saying all this because I feel deprived to excel in what I thought was a level PLAYING GROUND. BUT ITS OBVIOUS THAT IT'S RULES ARE MEANT TO PROTECT SOME LIMITED FEW. SAY NO TO TRIBALISM, EDUCATION IS FOR ALL.


Your BROTHER from another Mother. SHALOM

Drop this your pity party, get off your ass and file a lawsuit against the university. I've seen worse cases succeed in the past. If you need help or direction on this. Send a dm.

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Whatever rocks your boat. Though there is need for gene diversity in the best interest of the species, however love is rare and life is too short not to live it. YOLO. Might as well live for yourself. Best wishes.

PS: The Rothschilds have done this for centuries, and have been fairly successful as the world's richest family.

Congratulations

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You're handsome Bros.. na money you never get.

Brothers let's get this money. And in all thy getting #FearWomen. Know this and know peace.

My brothers get this money. And in all thy getting, fear women. Know this and know peace.

mayklef:
E no easy to be Man 4 this country..... datz y bobo discharge

problem nor dey finish..

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Ble Ble.. Our town crier dah year. This girl can cry for Africa ehn

My mum was robbed yesterday. I fear the same fate for her. No phone until this ill thought ban is lifted. But when will it even be lifted? Only God knows..

Who knew Tyler was 51? O_O

CalliDora1:
That's men for you.
They'll form macho online and prostrate before you indoors. Lol..

Na so your papa prostrate for your mama before him fit born you abi

To the alphas in the house, never fall in love.


Love go disgrace you.


A word is enough for the wise.

sanesta:
Is it a tradition ?

the same reason why females share wigs, bras and pants..

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OP you gree 300k?

Time to watch and see how this one plays out. This move appears to have been borne out of desperation by CBN. The same cbn that flayed receiving foreign currency deposits in February this year, has now made a full u-turn.

https://nairametrics.com/2020/02/14/cbn-condemns-receiving-foreign-currency-in-transfers/

Interesting times ahead..