nifemi25: That means she earn more than 36k in just an hour... Imagine how much she makes working from 6pm to 7 am in Nigeria currency....
This is more reason every one want to japa ....
And some fellas will come and advice youths not to japa instead stay n develop their country. Maybe they want us to continue swimming in that vicious circle of poverty while they keep trampling on us like piece of rags, and use us the way they want. We're our own enemies gaskya
ceejay10: Its obvious high ranking and powerful men patronize this transgendered. They want him/her out of the country by any means possible to protect their images.
Plus the day I'll wake up to see good news in this country I'll take 5 bottles
Heffalump: I remember the debate as whether he will choose Nigeria ahead of Togo. Emmanuel Adebayor would have created a bigger impact on the continent of Africa if he had chosen to play for Nigeria instead of Togo.
He choose Togo Stop reading complete sports, they're very misleading
Beekeeper1: It was one of those scorching Lagos afternoons, where the sun felt like it was sitting directly on top of my car. I was headed to a meeting, but as I turned out of my street, I heard it—a strange grinding noise from the engine. My stomach dropped. This was the kind of noise that only spells trouble in all caps.
I pulled over and, as luck would have it, I spotted a mechanic workshop just a few meters away. I thought I’d get it checked out, and maybe it would be something minor. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
As I walked up, a man wearing a slightly greasy overall and a wide grin greeted me. He introduced himself as Mallam Musa—the local fixer of all things mechanical. After explaining the issue, he waved me over confidently and popped the hood. He poked around, muttering under his breath before standing up and looking at me with that same grin. “Oga, you have to change the whole engine. This one don spoil finish.”
My heart skipped. Change the whole engine? “But the car was working fine yesterday,” I protested, trying to mask my growing panic. But he was adamant, tapping on parts and naming them with such confidence it was hard not to believe him. I wasn’t a mechanic, after all. This man clearly knew what he was doing.
Or so I thought.
When I asked for a breakdown of costs, he rattled off prices so quickly I could hardly keep up. Each part sounded more obscure than the last, and I could feel my bank account crying. In desperation, I finally blurted out, “Mallam Musa, are you sure? This car is just two years old.”
He hesitated, just for a second, but quickly recovered. “Ah, Oga, you have to trust us mechanics. We know what we are doing!”
Something in his tone felt off, though. A small voice in my head said, Ask more questions. But what did I know? I’d been so used to just accepting whatever the “experts” said.
Yet, as he continued listing parts I’d never heard of, I remembered my cousin once warned me about this exact scenario. “Always ask questions,” he’d said. “Never assume the first answer is the only answer.”
So I took a breath and asked him to walk me through the repairs. “What exactly is wrong with each part, and how does it affect the engine?” I asked, giving him a serious look.
For the first time, Mallam Musa looked less confident. He stammered, eyes darting as he tried to explain how “the converter” was making the “chassis” spoil the “manifold.” By then, I knew he was bluffing. I thanked him, made an excuse to “go withdraw cash,” and got out of there as fast as I could.
The next day, I took my car to a certified mechanic across town. Turns out, the issue was minor—a loose fan belt that needed a quick adjustment. I was on my way in fifteen minutes, without breaking the bank.
That day, I learned that asking questions isn’t just smart—it’s necessary. Now, every time I deal with a mechanic, or frankly anyone who claims to be an “expert,” I ask questions until I’m satisfied. And when someone tries to dodge my questions? That’s when I know it’s time to take my business elsewhere.
So thank you, Mallam Musa. You may not have fixed my car, but you taught me a lesson I’ll never forget. In this life, always ask questions—because a little curiosity can save you a lot of cash.
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TreasureJunky: So the CCTV is there just to capture crime, without action to stop the crime. They watched the first time, second time, but didn't catch the thief, nawaoo. Is the CCTV for decoration??
Go apply na.
I blame all this set ups because they're not ready to pay workers well