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odutolasodiq:
depending on the kind of life u want to live and prospect of the job in question! 30k should do if u wont hav monthly saving, live in a one room apartment (face me I slap u) in one of the local area in lagos, no plan to send children to private school. if u wish to live a life costlier than all mentioned above, I can bet it 30k is just too small!

Thanks

Xmas meat...

ClassCaptain:
yes But the job must be one where he can steady climb the ladder and earn more as at when deserved..

thanks

Hello Nairalanders.. A friend of mine asked this question '' can I marry a man with 30.000 naira as monthly salary in lagos and survive with that amount?'' Please ur honest advise is required thanks!

I Hate police men!

adeaks:
If she allows me sleep with her on the first date, in my books she aint wife material. Simple!

You are a big FOOL Idiot!

cyril700:
Pls I have 500k for wedding, any christian God fearing woman below 27 whatsap me on 08138827175.

Please come and Marry my cousin

Lack of wat to post

castroevans:
Op is right, I really get turned off when I see irregular piercing, infact I don't look at such ladies twice. Can condone scraping of eyebrow if neatly replaced with pencil drawing but can't take an over bleached body. Yeah, jewelry is cool, ain't gat issues with that. Indecent dressing, depends on ur definition of indecent. A bum short and a crop top was what I told her to put on the last time we went to the beach but such is only worn when we are together and excessive make up is a NO NO...

Mtcheeeew

LOVE AND CHANCE Every girl dreams of meeting her Prince Charming in a romantic way. Like, tripping in the middle of the street and falling into the strong, muscled arms of a perfect gentleman. It’s not bad if one meets him in the most mundane of circumstances, like falling for that popular tongue-blasting, bible-quoting brother in the prayer wing at church. But a girl can dream. But that afternoon, as Asandia squatted in the empty men’s toilet of Spicy Fried Chicken in Maitama, meeting Prince Charming was the farthest thing on her mind. Instead, she was wondering what it’d feel like if God answered her prayers and the ground opened up and swallowed her. Will she die quickly? Will it hurt? Why had the ground still not opened? Two paces away, Michael stood transfixed and gaped, all thoughts of urination banished from his mind. There are some sights one never expects to see in this life, and this, was one of them. A cute girl, hunkered over a small sheet of paper, emptying her bowels in the middle of the floor of the men’s bathroom. “Hello there,” he broke the silence after a minute. His shoulders shook and he nearly choked from the laughter he was trying to stifle. Asandia stared at the floor. Tears stung her eyes and she was almost gagging from humiliation. In a hurry to expel the peppery beans and plantain she’d had for breakfast, she’d dashed into the fast-food outlet to seek reprieve. Unfortunately, none of the stalls in the ladies bathroom had been empty. Unable to keep the rumbling contents of her belly at bay, she’d bolted into the men’s bathroom. Oh, God! I should’ve been patient and just waited until one of the stalls in the female toilet opened up. Or I should’ve just squatted over the toilet, she thought. She’d been scared of her watery stool splashing in the bowl and sending some back up to her behind. But what was a little toilet infection or a hoard of germs, compared to these moments of everlasting shame? Sensing her need, Michael went to one of the stalls and returned with a roll of tissue. “Here, use this,” he said. Still staring at the floor, she collected the proffered roll. He looked away as she wiped her behind, packed her waste and dumped it in one of the toilets, paper and all. When she came out, he was leaning against the wall. She went to the sink to wash her hands. “Hi, I’m Michael.” Startled, she stared at him. Why hadn’t he left? Why wasn’t he laughing? “I’m…I’m…Asandia,” she stammered, barely able to meet his gaze. “Would you like to have lunch?” At that, her eyes flew up to meet his. Was he for real? “I think you’re one interesting lady. So while we eat, you can tell me how you ended up in here,” he said, finally giving in to the laughter. To be Continued...

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Food that is not rice or a relation of rice?
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My husband loves this kinda hairdo but I hate it!

I still never see wey to chop better food for here

Please where can a lady see afang to eat in lagos without having to break the bank.

He is not bowing to any Akpabio.just observing protocol

This politicians and their eye service!

obontami:
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Corrupt Mind. Get yourself busy!

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