good job

does that include the wood work? please explain.

Hope I am not late here. I quickly want to contribute because of my past experience and I hope I will be able to help solve ur problem. First of all, have u had any stress in the past? Like from five years ago to current time. Whether financial crashes, relationship wahala, or even job problems. But you need to quickly go and check ur blood pressure. Whether high or not check ur kidney and heart system in a specialist hospital. Ur health is ur wealth. U can recover completely if u use the right doctor and the right medicine. Please avoid alcohol, smoking,avoid red meat, exercise well, eat well (more of vegetables and fruits), reduce thinking. Good luck.

I think from his last statement, u have been following him desparetely and he is ready now take advantage of u. He is a cheat.

The onechancers are even here.

gabazin080:
Mention me wen it hits FP

How can it hit FP when it is not a sexy pic of Ini edo on vacanza.

I have come accross many articles written by victims of of onechance and as i am typing right now someone somewhere is falling victim. unfortunately, in Nigeria we have leaders whose actions are only things that will grolify their names or win them votes during the Elections or things that will provide them oppurtunity to steal money. At the end we will all read fake news from bloggers looking for traffic about how the one chancers are being arrested by the police or we will see our police parading innocent people on television, forcing them to accept the accusation. like the last one we saw in tv and we later discovered the truth. our police is even faker than onechancers themself or permit me to say that NPF is the greatest onechancers in Nigerian soil.
Following the latest development in lagos and Nigeria, just this afternoon i saw this news in Nairaland https://www.nairaland.com/2551984/man-arrested-while-robbing-traffic#37323138.i was very happy till i looked the pic, my first logic was how can uniformed men catch some one without uniform, before you see them they have already seen you. In western World where policing is taken seriously. young policemen without uniforms are in the streets looking for criminals without uniforms. In our moneyish and materialistic society the reverse is the case.

what you do is more interesting than how you look. so get a Job first then u can put ur pics.

why is this not in Front page atleast to expose our security/police inaptitude. imagine asking a distress person to pay huge amount of money before doing there job. there was a country. i weep for our nation Nigeria.

MY father was kidnapped in Nigeria on a Saturday morning in early May. My brother called to tell me, and suddenly there was not enough breathable air in the world. My father is 83 years old. A small, calm, contented man, with a quietly mischievous humor and a luminous faith in God, his beautiful dark skin unlined, his hair in sparse silvery tufts, his life shaped by that stoic, dignified responsibility of being an Igbo first son.

He got his doctoral degree at Berkeley in the 1960s, on a scholarship from the United States Agency for International Development; became Nigeria’s first professor of statistics; raised six children and many relatives; and taught at the University of Nigeria for 50 years. Now he makes fun of himself, at how slowly he climbs the stairs, how he forgets his cellphone. He talks often of his childhood, endearing and rambling stories, his words tender with wisdom.

Sometimes I record his Igbo proverbs, his turns of phrase. A disciplined diabetic, he takes daily walks and is to be found, after each meal, meticulously recording his carbohydrate grams in a notebook. He spends hours bent over Sudoku. He swallows a handful of pills everyday. His is a generation at dusk.

On the morning he was kidnapped, he had a bag of okpa, apples and bottled water that my mother had packed for him. He was in the back seat of his car, his driver at the wheel, on a lonely stretch between Nsukka, the university town where he lives, and Abba, our ancestral hometown. He was going to attend a traditional meeting of men from his age group. A two-hour drive. My mother was planning their late lunch upon his return: pounded yam and a fresh soup. They always called each other when either traveled alone. This time, he didn’t call. She called him and his phone was switched off. They never switched off their phones. Hour after hour, she called and it remained off. Later, her phone rang, and although it was my father’s number calling, a stranger said, “We have your husband.”

Kidnappings are not uncommon in southeastern Nigeria and, unlike similar incidents in the Niger Delta, where foreigners are targeted, here it is wealthy or prominent local residents. Still, the number of abductions has declined in the past few years, which perhaps is why my reaction, in the aftermath of my shock, was surprise.

My close-knit family banded together more tightly and held vigil by our phones. The kidnappers said they would call back, but they did not. We waited. The desire to urge time forward numbed and ate my soul. My mother took her phone with her everywhere, and she heard it ringing when it wasn’t. The waiting was unbearable. I imagined my father in a diabetic coma. I imagined his octogenarian heart collapsing.

“How can they do this violence to a man who would not kill an ant?” my mother lamented. My sister said, “Daddy will be fine because he is a righteous man.” Ordinarily, I would never use “righteous” in a non-pejorative way. But something shifted in my perception of language. The veneer of irony fell away. It felt true. Later, I repeated it to myself. My father would be fine because he was a “righteous man.”

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I understood then the hush that surrounds kidnappings in Nigeria, why families often said little even after it was over. We felt paranoid. We did not know if going public would jeopardize my father’s life, if the neighbors were complicit, if another member of the family might be kidnapped as well.

“Is my husband alive?” my mother asked, when the kidnappers finally called back, and her voice broke. “Shut up!” the male voice said. My mother called him “my son.” Sometimes, she said “sir.” Anything not to antagonize him while she begged and pleaded, about my father being ill, about the ransom being too high. How do you bargain for the life of your husband? How do you speak of your life partner in the deadened tone of a business transaction?

“If you don’t give us what we want, you will never see his dead body,” the voice said.

My paternal grandfather died in a refugee camp during the Nigeria-Biafra war and his anonymous death, his unknown grave, has haunted my father’s life. Those words — “You will never see his dead body” — shook us all.

Kidnapping’s ugly psychological melodrama works because it trades on the most precious of human emotions: love. They put my father on the phone, and his voice was a low shadow of itself. “Give them what they want,” he said. “I will not survive if I stay here longer.” My stoic father. It had been three days but it felt like weeks.

Friends called to ask for bank-account details so they could donate toward the ransom. It felt surreal. Did it ever feel real to anybody in such a situation, I wondered? The scramble to raise the money in one day. The menacingly heavy bag of cash. My brother dropping it off, through a circuitous route, in a wooded area.

Late that night, my father was taken to a clearing and set free.

While his blood sugar and pressure were checked, my father kept reassuring us that he was fine, thanking us over and over for doing all we could. This is what he knows how to be — the protector, the father — and he slipped into his role almost as a defense. But there were cracks in his spirit. A drag in his gait. A bruise on his back.

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“They asked me to climb into the boot of their car,” he said. “I was going to do so, but one of them picked me up and threw me inside. Threw. The boot was full of things and I hit my head on something. They drove fast. The road was very bumpy.”

I imagined this grace-filled man crumpled inside the rear of a rusty car. My rage overwhelmed my relief — that he suffered such an indignity to his body and mind.

And yet he engaged them in conversation. “I tried to reach their human side,” he said. “I told them I was worried about my wife.”

The next day, my parents were on a flight to the United States, away from the tainted blur that Nigeria had become.

With my father’s release, we all cried, as though it was over. But one thing had ended and another begun. I constantly straddled panic; I was sleepless, unfocused, jumpy, fearful that something else had gone wrong. And there was my own sad guilt: He was targeted because of me. “Ask your daughter the writer to bring the money,” the kidnappers told him, because to appear in newspapers in Nigeria, to be known, is to be assumed wealthy. The image of my father shut away in the rough darkness of a car boot haunted me. Who had done this? I needed to know.

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But ours was a dance of disappointment with the authorities. We had reported the kidnapping immediately, and the first shock soon followed: Security officials in my home state asked us to pay for anti-kidnap tracking equipment, a large amount, enough to rent a two-bedroom flat in Lagos for a year. This, despite my being privileged enough to get personal reassurances from officials at the highest levels.

How, I wondered, did other families in similar situations cope? Federal authorities told us they needed authorization from the capital, Abuja, which was our responsibility to get. We made endless phone calls, helpless and frustrated. It was as though with my father’s ransomed release, the crime itself had disappeared. To encounter that underbelly, to discover the hollowness beneath government proclamations of security, was jarring.

Now my father smiles and jokes, even of the kidnapping. But he jerks awake from his naps at the sound of a blender or a lawn mower, his eyes darting about. He recounts, in the middle of a meal, apropos of nothing, a detail about the mosquito-filled room where he was kept or the rough feel of the blindfold around his eyes. My greatest sadness is that he will never forget.

desire7:

I guess suicide trends in your trait ,that's why you are always thinking and talking abt it ,by the Grace of the MOST HIGH GOD ,it will never ease from your trait ,it shall be the solution yo every single problem to that comes your way and as u have wished me so shall it be for you and your entire generation .you never do well fellow.

i think u are too serious in life. u cant afford to ignore some ignorable statement or laugh over it. remember i called u on phone and all i got was aggression and insult. my only advice is, stop taking life too serious.

Mbaka is a man of God. He should just apologise for his recent political misconduct and forge ahead with the works of God. No one is above mistake.

the loan was 2.8m. and the interest turned it to 7m . we need financial expacts to explain pls.

What,

if u know the price for any of the auto security devices, please inform us. and which one is the best for nigeria.

maneasy:
In my present abode it is N300 (three hundred Naira) equivalent per bag, if you decide to add anything on the price, You will be arrested and send to jail by the Goverment irrespective of whom you are .

this is a nice move.

yes, we are getting close there. can some one give us the latest update/price. heard it is going down daily.

If any seller cant sell at new price, the seller should please drink or eat his cement.

Katier00:
. Lolz, i sell cement and other building materials like pipes and rods

ok, you sell only in abuja? how long does the cement takes before it expires? i am still thinking of going to buy trailer load myself. bu maybe it will be too much for my project and maybe it will expire before the end of the project but middle-men in nigerian cement industries are high-profit makers.

thegame:
mr OP....lemme give you a candid advice. forget all these trackers or independent ways of securing your car from snatcherd. the best way out of all the mess and high BP prone cases is to get a COMPREHENSIVE INSURANCE COVER. see ebn, snatching your car isnt the worst thing that can happen o but believe me, getting a comprehensive insurance is the best way to have peace when it comes to automobiles.
just seriously, save urself the stress, hassles, side effects and just get a comprehensive insurance cover

in Nigeria? how can the insurance company be sure u are not fodging a story? no good police report. trust our police now.

Katier00:
i bought 820k, 1k is factory price, here in abj we sell 1600

are u building a castro? i heard that it can easily expire/damage when left for long. can we share urs? i will balance u 410k.

ok thank you sir. more advice needed.

edozie04:
Anti theft security system,car tracking device

how much and how does it work?

Onlinebizexpert:
Simply buy a gun
Or better still a kitchen knife
Keep it under ur driver's seat
It is very effective when needed

this thread is for car owners and potential car owners.

Skillfullulu:
What would u do to the ones u had in stock, if u were to b a marketer? Don't tallk like that, y not hold on a little more time. Its too early to complain.

simple join the moving train by reducing the price to fit the competition. business is either u gain or u lost. do u think it was covinent for even the producers to reduce the price, but they have to do it to meet the competition..

please Nairalanders, how best do you people secure ur cars, i mean with electronics devices. i live outside nigeria where ur security is only in the hands of security forces but in Nigeria it is one man for his life. i have heard about one gadget in 2006 that costs about 19,000 naira and when ur car is snatched u can call a number from any phone and the car will stop running from where ever it is because the fuel will automatically stop circulating. i dont know of today, how it works i Nigeria again. i heard that car snatching has reduced but still, one has to be careful and be prepared.
so what is the latest way to protect ur car against snatchers?

rattlesnake:
Dangote

what ?

how about those building in Enugu? what is the distribution/transportation cost? and what if i can transport it myself?

still waiting for xmass lovers

My greatest fear is that the middle men in nigerian business may still high jack the price.

i wonder what he will promise this time.