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Nobody with another idea ? |
I don't need an import and export business |
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ideas |
That's a very misleading heading. I don't know why Nairaland Mods hate MMM so well. MMM never dumped naira for bitcoins. The Mavro btc is for MMM participants that have been making use of bitcoins for their transactions. Abeg make research before posting all this negative stuffs. We can never be intimidated !!! We can never panic !!! in MMM we breathe, in MMM we shall die. Long live MMM Nigeria |
That means they go arrest millions of people for Nigeria. because most of them are MMM participants and promoters. |
please add me up. 07060504080 |
I was invited for the aptitude test in the specialist position. Are we to take all our documents to the exam hall or are we to just present the letter of invitation to write the aptitude test alone ? |
let sleeping dogs lie |
and yet people say that the economy is harsh |
Darey00:lol |
ok |
hope you guys gained from my experience |
if you were posted to Khana LGA, indicate here |
cutelover19:Thanks man |
living101:Thanks man |
Dottune:Thanks man |
radiokilla:lol. I am glad that you saw the sense in doing that |
radiokilla:security reasons. |
Please those of you that own a functioning google adsense account, please mine have been like this for a long time now. i applied for adsense and was taken to this page yet i have not been able to see any google advert on my blog or any earnings yet. please what seems to be the problem ? your advice and suggestions will be welcomed
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Having lost hope in getting a cup in the football competition, I focused my mind and energy towards ensuring that we got something in the volleyball competition. I trained my platoon girls everyday and it was only a matter of time before they were transformed from amateurs to semiprofessionals. The tournament started and we won our first match. We were defeated by the tournament favourites in the next game but we were able to qualify to the next round of the competition as the best losers. We scaled through the quarterfinal and semifinal and were drawn to play the tournament’s favourite who had earlier defeated us in the final. I went on a spy mission to observe how our opponent in the finals play and I observed that they heavily rely on their key player to always return a service. They do not play as a team as their other players were not good. I was happy when I made this discovery and I instructed my girls to try as possible to make sure that they don’t serve the ball to the opponent’s key player. My strategy and tactics eventually paid off in the final as we defeated them after going three solid rounds with them. We were officially the champions! We went to the mami market, bought drinks and suya and celebrated the victory. While in camp, we were all given an automatic redeployment form to choose any state that we so desired to serve in except Lagos, Abuja, Akwa-ibom and Ogun state., well that was one of the advantages of being posted to a war zone. I chose Port Harcourt. Some people redeployed on medical grounds and they were asked to defend their illness before a medical panel. Those of them that lied about their health were punished for it and given a punishment in the form of serving in Yobe state. The married ladies redeployed on marital grounds and were allowed to redeploy to their husband state. Married men were not allowed to redeploy on marital grounds, a woman is supposed to go and live with a man and not the other way round. Finally, it was the day of the POP (Passing out Parade). We all waited for this day with mixed feelings because that is the last time we were going to see each other. We didn’t want to leave camp again because we realized that camp was much fun but then we have to move on with our lives. As early as 5.00am, we all returned our foams and got ready to leave camp. We dressed in our complete NYSC attire, brought out our bags from the hostel and eagerly waited for the arrival of the state governor to kick start the POP ceremony. The governor represented by the commissioner of youth & sports came by 10am and we displayed all we rehearsed in camp for him as we marched round the field in the hot afternoon sun. The POP ceremony was declared over and we all jubilated as we went to go and check out the redeployment list that was recently posted. There were mostly shouts of joy as 99% of us were posted to the states that we chose. I got redeployed to Port Harcourt. Some transport companies were already in camp waiting for us. I joined the queue and entered a luxury bus going to the southeast. Our bus left camp by 6pm and by 1pm the next day, I was in Owerri, safe and sound. ********THE END******** source: www.martinezefra..com |
Having lost hope in getting a cup in the football competition, I focused my mind and energy towards ensuring that we got something in the volleyball competition. I trained my platoon girls everyday and it was only a matter of time before they were transformed from amateurs to semiprofessionals. The tournament started and we won our first match. We were defeated by the tournament favourites in the next game but we were able to qualify to the next round of the competition as the best losers. We scaled through the quarterfinal and semifinal and were drawn to play the tournament’s favourite who had earlier defeated us in the final. I went on a spy mission to observe how our opponent in the finals play and I observed that they heavily rely on their key player to always return a service. They do not play as a team as their other players were not good. I was happy when I made this discovery and I instructed my girls to try as possible to make sure that they don’t serve the ball to the opponent’s key player. My strategy and tactics eventually paid off in the final as we defeated them after going three solid rounds with them. We were officially the champions! We went to the mami market, bought drinks and suya and celebrated the victory. While in camp, we were all given an automatic redeployment form to choose any state that we so desired to serve in except Lagos, Abuja, Akwa-ibom and Ogun state., well that was one of the advantages of being posted to a war zone. I chose Port Harcourt. Some people redeployed on medical grounds and they were asked to defend their illness before a medical panel. Those of them that lied about their health were punished for it and given a punishment in the form of serving in Yobe state. The married ladies redeployed on marital grounds and were allowed to redeploy to their husband state. Married men were not allowed to redeploy on marital grounds, a woman is supposed to go and live with a man and not the other way round. Finally, it was the day of the POP (Passing out Parade). We all waited for this day with mixed feelings because that is the last time we were going to see each other. We didn’t want to leave camp again because we realized that camp was much fun but then we have to move on with our lives. As early as 5.00am, we all returned our foams and got ready to leave camp. We dressed in our complete NYSC attire, brought out our bags from the hostel and eagerly waited for the arrival of the state governor to kick start the POP ceremony. The governor represented by the commissioner of youth & sports came by 10am and we displayed all we rehearsed in camp for him as we marched round the field in the hot afternoon sun. The POP ceremony was declared over and we all jubilated as we went to go and check out the redeployment list that was recently posted. There were mostly shouts of joy as 99% of us were posted to the states that we chose. I got redeployed to Port Harcourt. Some transport companies were already in camp waiting for us. I joined the queue and entered a luxury bus going to the southeast. Our bus left camp by 6pm and by 1pm the next day, I was in Owerri, safe and sound. ********THE END******** source: www.martinezefra..com |
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Electrical/Electronics Engineering |
AndyAustin:congrats. hope you can pick up a thing or two from my experience |
Dream2:You are welcome |
The colonel tried to be a hero |