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PLUNGING NAIRA – BEFORE YOU BLAME EMEFIELE LOOK AT YOURSELF It is either I do not understand economics and how exchange rates work or a vast majority of us Nigerians still don’t get how we have wrecked our country with our own curious choices. Just this morning I was listening to the radio and the lady on air went on and on about how she thought CBN governor Godwin Emefiele was incompetent and should be sacked because the naira was now exchanging at 309 or so to the USD. That view pretty much echoes the sentiments expressed by many people I know and it amazes me that there are Nigerians who actually think there is some magic POLICY that can make the Naira strong in the near term. If my economics and my understanding of the way the world works are right, then that is as far from the truth as Jesus Christ is black. The simple fact of the matter is that apart from oil that accounts for over 90% of our revenues, we really don’t have much of an economy. We hardly produce anything, we import even toothpicks, so exactly what policy is going to be implemented that will turn Nigeria into a top exporting economy in the near term? Where are our Apples, IBMs, Disneys, GMs, General Electrics, Coca Colas, Empire State buildings, Statues of Liberties, Lockheeds, Citibanks, JP Morgans, ExxonMobils, NBAs, Super Bowls etc? Let me bring that closer home. There was a time long ago when Nigeria had a truly strong economy and the naira was one to the dollar – even exchanged for higher than the USD, but that Nigeria is not this Nigeria. Sadly that Nigeria was laid by the British, and this Nigeria (if you don’t believe in the nonsensical imperialist conspiracies like me) – fueled by the DAMAGING Indigenisation Decree, has been the creation of us Nigerians.Back then we had a booming economy. We were either the top, or among the top exporters, of timbre, cocoa, groundnuts, rubber, palm oil, etc, in the world. Nigerians not only holidayed at home in their villages, at Yankari Games Reserve, at Obudu Cattle Ranch, at Oguta Lake, at Ikogosi springs, at Gurara Falls, at Mambilla Platueau, etc, we attracted international tourists who brought in loads of foreign exchange. Even Nigerian schools were foreign exchange earners because they attracted foreign students. We had different car assembly plants – Peugeot, Volkswagen, Anamco etc. Nigerian government officials only bought vehicles assembled in Nigeria for official cars. We had a thriving sports industry. We were not Man United or Chelsea fans, we were Rangers or IICC fans. We had the Nduka Odizors, people made money from sports. We also had companies like Lennards and Bata producing school shoes in their thousands, we had the thriving Nigerian Airways and the Aviation School in the north that produced some of the best pilots in the world. In those days if you were brilliant you were respected much more than the crass money-miss-road contractors of today. Most of the Aje Butters I knew had fathers who were university dons. Back then it meant something to ‘know book’. Our textile industry was alive and well. Just recently I watched a news report on the textile industry in Nigeria on CCTV News. Though the main focus was on the comatose status of the industry, I was stunned by the gigantic Kaduna Textile Mill built in 1957. I could go on and on. Today however, no thanks to our parents (and we must call them out the way Wole Soyinka did his generation) and many of us (and we should be remembered for failing our children if we continue like this), we have destroyed everything. Today for instance Nigerian football (which comes easy to me obviously) doesn’t appeal to us, we have to fly across thousands of miles to watch ‘our’ clubs play. Every year we collectively burn billions of Naira being fans of clubs that give us nothing back, but some ‘entertainment value’ – simple pleasures for which we are ready to destroy the future of our children. Well people, payback time is here. Even with our ta-she-re money we all want to wear designer clothes and carry designer bags, Armani, Givenchy, Louis Vuitton etc. We all want to drive jeeps with American specs, our children must now school overseas and acquire the necessary accents to come back home and bamboozle their ‘bush and crass’ contemporaries that they left behind. Who holidays in Nigeria anymore, is there Disneyland here? No one buys made-in-Nigeria school bags for their children, after all no Superman or Incredible Hulk or Cinderella on them. We are no longer top exporters of anything and the demise of oil means we have zilch… zero. A country of 170m fashion-conscious people has no textile industry. We take delight in showing how our made-in-Switzerland Aso Ebi is different class to everyone else’s. When we help our musicians grow and pay them millions, they repay us by immediately shipping the monies overseas to produce their “i-don-dey-different-level”music videos. It makes no difference that distinctly Zulu dancers are dancing to a Nigerian highlife song. As stars concerned they also wed and holiday overseas to impress us all. All the musicians who acknowledge their Ajegunle roots now speak in a cocktail of strange accents to symbolise how much they have blown their monies overseas. Were we a more serious people, the highly popular Kingsway Stores of the past would probably have a thousand outlets pan Nigeria today supporting a massive agriculture industry among others, but today we have the likes of SPAR, Shoprite, dominating the retail industry while Kingsway is dead. And we Nigerians make it a special point to shop from the Oyinbos who have ‘cleaner shops’, ‘better this and better that’. For our personal pleasure we don’t mind them dominating us in our own backyard and shipping proceeds overseas. I could go on and on, but I don tire. Even as you are reading this, stop for a moment and look around you. What you see will probably explain why we are lucky it is not N1000 to the USD yet. And don’t think for a moment that it cannot get there. Just continue to wear your Armani gear and Swiss-made lace, continue to spend your money on Man United, Arsenal, Chelsea and Barca and encourage your children to do same. (My article tomorrow in my Saturday column in This Day is on the Nigerian champions Enyimba FC – Nigeria’s most successful club – not having a sponsor, yet Nigerian brands pay over N600m to Man United and Arsenal for sponsorship to impress us.) Ehhh, no problem, continue to tell me the NPFL is rubbish or the clubs should clean up their act if they want sponsorship, mo gbo . Don’t curtail your interest in choice wines ( we were the number one champagne consumers in the world in 2015), continue to love your American specs, cheer the education ministry for letting schools sink to pitiable levels, don’t fight them to improve our schools, don’t chide them for letting schools drop Nigerian history and embrace British, America and whatever else curricula. Carry on with your love of French wines and Chinese silk, don’t bother about Jamiu Alli when there is Roger Federer. Stock up on your Italian, American, British products which you cannot live without, including the ‘baby soft’ toilet rolls produced only in that small unique village in England – the days are long gone since you were a broke student who used wet newspapers to wipe your butt. Don’t even consider holidaying in Nigeria, it’s too dangerous – you have to fulfill your dream of being Nigeria’s Henry Ford. Don’t listen to people like me who have a wardrobe full of only cheap adire that is actually cheaper than just one of your Tom Ford blazers. Please keep dressing in fine silk made in some exotic place so you can be addressed accordingly. Finally keep letting corrupt leaders who have looted your commonwealth and shipped all the monies overseas get away because to attack them does not fit your political narrative. Let us continue with the fine life, let us all continue to work for Oyinbo. But don’t forget that there is payback time and Emefiele is not your problem. Time for us all to look in the mirror and take responsibility. Read more at http://www.theheraldng.com/see-why-the-naira-may-fall-to-the-dollar-at-1000/#m0SoB7IZAHalXO2o.99 |
I came downstairs that night to find her on the couch crying. My heart melted with tenderness and I sat down beside her, hugging her and stroking her hair, telling her everything would be alright. She eventually quietened down and lay on the couch with her head in my lap. We talked quietly about what could have been while I stroked her hair gently. I moved down to her shoulders and then her back. All this time we were still talking, trying to pretend that everything was still normal. I decided to make a move for it and then pulled her semi upright and then kissed her. The way she kissed me back, it was obvious that this was what she wanted. I knew this was just because of her emotional state, so I really didn’t want to take advantage of her. I disengaged my lips from hers and laid her head back in my lap, and we resumed talking, but now my hands, not under my control anymore, wandered down to her full, ripe hips. She whimpered in that way women do when they want to get bleeped really bad and buried her head in my lap. Of course, by this time I was rock hard and she could feel it. She unzipped my jeans, brought my cock out and began to lick and suck it. I couldn’t believe she was doing this because she’d told me she hated blow jobs. But soon I couldn’t think about that anymore because she was licking and sucking it like her life depended on it. By this time, my hands were under her dress, caressing her lovely thighs and also her round ass. I couldn’t take it anymore after a while and pulled her upright. We exchanged deep passionate kisses, with me exploring her mouth with my tongue and sucking on her delicious lips. I got off the couch, kneeling on the ground, and pulled her dress off in one motion over her head. She was beautiful, those full breasts of hers spilling out of her bra. I unsnapped the bra and went to lunch on her hard nipples. She was letting out this deep moans with every new thing I did. In the back of my head I was worried someone in the house would hear, but I didn’t care. I moved lower, kissing her stomach and then lower to her secret place. I pulled the panties to one side and kissed her gently, tentatively on her pussy. The way she gasped and arched her back, I knew that she wanted this, even more than me (if that was possible). I pulled her panties off and buried my head in her hot wet pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her. Her legs started shaking and she started crying my name. I unsnapped my belt, pulled down my pants and boxers and slid deep into her. She was ready for me, dripping wet, grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper into her. I began to Bleep her, bending down to kiss her mouth, moving down to her breasts. She was gasping and grunting with every thrust. In a few minutes, she began to shake again, saying “I’m coming, I’m coming”. I couldn’t believe she was cumming so fast and so I said, “I’m not done yet, I’m going to Bleep you all night. ” (Yeah right!) This seemed to turn her on even more and she let out this tiny scream and I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. I bleeped her right through her orgasm, caressing her breasts and stomach as I continued to Bleep her. I felt myself getting close, so I warned her, “I think I’m going to come”, wanting to pull out just before I came, not wanting to come in her. She grabbed my ass, and said “Don’t stop!”. I kept fucking her, warning her as I got closer to the edge, “I’m going to come deep inside you. I’m going to come deep inside your pussy. ” Just hearing that made her scream, and grab my ass even harder, crying “Give it to me, cum deep inside me. Give it to me! Make me pregnant!” This drove me over the edge and I came deep inside her, and with every spurt she squealed, shuddering against me. I buried my head in her breasts when it was over, raising my head to kiss her gently. “I love you”, she said. I kissed her quiet and took her to the room. We talked quietly until she fell asleep. I left the room and went to bed, the unbearable heaviness of guilt crushing me until sleep brought sweet relief. In the morning, though, the heaviness was back. |
then the next thing is for the man back to zero simple useless husband |
Women in Kenya, Ndeiya ward say their drunkard husbands are unable to sire children and they may look elsewhere for sober bedmates. They said their men have abandoned their homes because of drinking too much illicit brew. Speaking during a peaceful protest at Thigio shopping centre on, the demonstrators said younger women are the worst affected as they are “unproductive”. “If you walk in this village, you will find so many young married women, but only a few are pregnant. Those who are not are suffering in silence because their men cannot perform,” resident Nancy Wangare said. She said men have been drinking anything alcoholic to keep them high, but society bears the consequences of se xual dysfunction. “It would not be a wonder if we start looking for men to sire our children. Our husbands will not know anything. We will trick them that the pregnancies are theirs and they will support us,” Wangari said. The 32-year-old mother of one separated from her husband four years ago. http://www.loveme.com.ng/2016/01/women-protest-for-lack-of-men-to-make.html |
malele:your experience with the 3girls? |
DonChippy:you not really a double dater? but kinda Have never try it in my life and i pray i never cos i hate any body doing it, share your experience bro |
DonChippy:yap decided to open the thread. |
I decided to open this thread becos the way the society is going on this days i find it difficult to trust people but let be sincere i need your opinion on why people double date. let learn from you ![]() |
obiorathesubtle:i fear you ooo make i run shaply from you, baby stress? ![]() |
obiorathesubtle:my brother money!!!! i fear you o tell us your reason |
if you're ask to pick one out of the two which one are you going to pick between money and baby? tell us your answer with your reason. |
sunnyelder:The school ask me to submit my statement of result which i just send to them this week and i even ask them what other document i need to send i was told noting i pray they we not back telling me that my medical certificate should be resend cos i even told them and i was told only the statement of result |
Europija:don't think like that dont be mislead, firstly your man that is not in Nigeria is facing challenges, may be there is no money in his hand maybe things is not smooth for him at the present, everything is not about sex sex sex just be praying for him, it not easy out side the contry better you go and join him and struggle together otherwise you we kill your self |
funny |
First of all, how do you determine that your v.aginal walls are loose? When you constantly have the desire to insert bigger objects into your vagina or basically, the need to have a bigger man because the man you’re with is not ‘filling’ you up or in clear terms, you can’t really feel him. When you insert three fingers in and you have no resistance from your walls. When your man complains about how wide you are. When you insert your forefinger in and your muscles cannot grasp it. Babe, if you’re having any of the problems above, then you need to do something ASAP. But not to worry, this can be easily fixed. K.egel Exercises. These are also known as pelvic floor exercises for the reason that they particularly work on the walls and avert weakness in the pe.lvic floor area. The pelvic floor holds all of the p.elvic organs in place. K.egel exercises are very easy and follow the simple trick of clenching the walls, holding them for a few seconds and releasing them. It’s simple to do. Think of when you’re in the process of taking a pee and then you stop it midstream. Follow that simple exercise and do it several times a day. The good thing is that it can be done anywhere at any time and no one will know. Hey, I’m doing one right now. O.rgasms. You just have to have the big O to help your pelvic floor which in turn, tightens your walls. And the more you do that, the better, more prolonged o.rgasms you have. S.ex. Healthy s.ex with just one partner is another way to tighten your v.agina. During s.ex, clench your partner’s p.enis tightly when he goes in and release when he moves out. As the pace increases, just clench and unclench at intervals. With time you will notice that you naturally have clenching abilities and trust me, he will begin to sing a different song about your bedroom skills. Aloe Vera. This is a natural plant and doesn’t need any complicated rules to use. Simply extract the gel from a mature Aloe Vera leaf and douse it in with a finger gently. Do this five to six times a day and also before s.ex as it serves as a natural lubricant. Aloe Vera is known to prevent vagina prolapse. Eat Healthy. Protein, vegetables, fruits, combined with carbohydrate will keep your vaginal muscles healthy and strong. If you have been observant, you’ll notice that what you eat actually goes down there. Hence, eat healthy. In conclusion, if you meticulously adhere to the instructions above, you will, in no time, notice changes in your va.gina. Please be careful of over-the-counter products. Do not put anything down there if you have no idea what ingredients were used to make it. |
skywalker240:who is now going to be the mother of the kids? your mother or your wife? |
trytim100:good question that need answer |
I pray every evil plan over us shall be destroy totally in Jesus name Amen RIP to the dead |
its happen to lazy and jobless guy not real men with cash |
cowleg:i pray school never ask me for that money cos i will be sending my last document again tomorrow to BG |
PushMusic:smiles yes you might be right but who is now going to be the mother of the kids? |
daretodiffer:hahahaha my mother is noting but yours might be but ladies they are noting |
cowleg:Okay but NBU told me translation is free but i will pay it together with my fees, how much is the cost of the translation agency? |
Michizzy:it we never happen but the father of your kids? who is now going to be father for them? your father? |
sometimes i find it hard to respect a woman, because i see them as something else not all but almost 90% of them are noting infront of me and the remaing 10% to elder woman awon iya aye big time respect to you o iba |
AccaPack:correct and mature true talk 100 likes for you |
mehn.. Baby na stress..