This PunFu guy is killing shiiiii on here!

justflow1:

I am not bothered in anyway, it depends on your definition of "mislead"

Where is your source? When did the FG say that?

justflow1:

Above all, the FG made a rule late last year that, any professional body that has its equivalent in the country shall hereby be void for employment purposes within the ambiet of the country, you need to go to ICAN centres and see the alarming rate at which ACCA candidate are opting in as special candidates for ICAN...
upon 5years of been a Chartered accountant (ICAN) you will be awarded a chartered accountant of england and wales (ICEAW) and as well as CICMA (charted instituite of cost management accountants) automatically...

Bottomline:
If your motive is to remain in this country (or probably base in the UK) as a professional accountant, my brother ICAN is the best bet

Stop misleading people, where's the proof?

greatestman:
But in Nigeria, they are thesame with no superiority attached to.

ACCA has a richer course content

Paulfroshman:



If At all I didn't fall when writing, what will be cost before getting qualified

That's roughly 600 to 700k

Timekeeper:


Send me ur WhatsApp digits pls

Check your mail

Paulfroshman:
Can HND Student Apply For ACCA

Yes

Uchefame:
Thanks OP, please, how do I search for the YouTube videos or the site that I can download the materials?

Opentuition.com they've got everything you need.

greatestman:
But ICAN is more popular in Nigeria. As a lay man and little knowledge I have both ICAN and ACCA serve same purpose. Why the supermacy comparison @OP?

ACCA is actually superior, because as an ACCA member you have the opportunity of obtaining a BSc in Accounting from Oxford Brookes University, UK. That's using one stone to kill two birds.

AgamaProf:
Pls, I bought ICAN form but due to financial constraints, could not take the exam. Now, I am considering opt in for something that is global-ACCA and CFA. I think I should be thinking globally while acting locally.hope am on the right track?

Yes you are.

Rumuagholu rap sensation and one of PH finest rappers is on fire on this one. Listen to Bunkcy - Walk on water cover by Beyonce

https://my.notjustok.com/track/321855/bunkcy-walk-on-water-cover#

JigsawKillah:
I remember you, from the pools house, what's up man Blowing trees, I'd listen to your gun talks, man I would sit back, picturing a bust up, man Wanted to be like you, I know, it's bleeped up, man But the gun talks then, shit, got me obsessed Masonians, and awka made, walk with no stress With a sideboy in your jacket, I touched it once You didn't know, you were snoring, sprawled on a bench Years later, I'm all grown, and you've been dead since You'll probably be in heaven or hell, if they exist But listen man, I tried to follow your path And the result; a few friends filled with hollows, all that Dreams I had of being like you, died with them I was this close to dying with them, I ride with them Show me your friends, see I really spent time with them Did crimes with them, went out snatching dimes with them But live by the gun, die by the gun, it's street like that I wonder how you lived like that, you were like "me, I'm strapped" Flaunting your tools in front of this kid, changed my life Coupled with the violence in the street, all the days alike When I heard you got killed, my mind told me You weren't smart, you didn't ride with the right homies You probably went with a local gun, to fight police And you didn't plan, you didn't even take your time to see The best way to hit the target, I was a teen Young and dumb, and when I heard come along From a friend, we had no gun to rob But he had a dagger, and we got off un-stung It was the first, I felt immune to failures Impeccable plans, coupled with some stupid prayers Then niggas started dying, 4 out of 6 In just one mission, next took more out the clique I saw it then, the signs, telling me to quit I felt life begging me to see, every piece of it No man holds the key to his existence I tried to tell the other nigga left, he felt indifferent He got nabbed with some others, some came back Some said he got fired, some said he just laid back Waiting for his case which was never judged, I don't know But here I am, starving, for all my troubles All the money gone now, I never spent wisely Who would wanna employ a gent like me? Would've resumed, but my head's not right, can't get back at it Tales of an ex robber, and a current crack addict

@Jigs

Nice!!

Mean, the legendary FFR!!

This guy go dey responsible for cutting people slips this year wella

gottoboy:
Christmas Rhymes....

That Lively Affair/ is Finally Here/
This is Christmas, a Time of the Year/
When Christians gather, merry, Dine and they Cheer/
Foods of different Kinds will be Shared/
Slay mamas and sharp Guys are Prepared/
bottles will be popped for sure, red Wine or them Bears/
See am Finely Aware… … of the Irony Here/
How Niggas gone use em own hands to throw they Dimes in the Air/
Looking all swaggered with the designers they Wear/
Spending lavishly till the money made from their Grind Disappear/
That shit is Slightly Unfair…..
How dudes hustle all year just to Spend on Christmas/
Yall need Sense my Niggas…..
coz that tradition or mentality ought to End this Instance/
According to the scriptures he “Came to give Light/
he is a comforter, who Makes me Survive/
The King, the redeemer who Reigns in my Life/
Evil men hide, coz at the mention of his Name they will Die/
Jesus got me covered, now feeling fly like Planes in the Sky
I wanna eat Christmas delicacies so my Heart be Free/
Celebrate with the rhymes and forget my Past Histories/
To be the best I can be and kill them Bad Witches/
Christmas disco? I could sure appreciate a Sound so Sweat /
Imma dance to the rhythm, Big Sean! My moves and Bounce so Lit/
2k18 am coming, but aint with a Misfit Shoe/
Coz I got a lot of expectations, I hope my Dreams come True/
I pray to God for long life, so I’ll stay fit in This Hustle/
Plus I wanna see and make GREENS like its Mistotoe/
Middle finger to yall who been dey Fault my Flow/
When I dialed Hello from the other side, yall dey Mock the Bro/
Non of yall answered or picked my call just because am Broke/
It’s a trap, a fact my fame will POP next year, I’ll Shock my Foes/
Aint no JAZZ, Forget the genre I’ll be the new Rock n Roll/
I miss my sisters, siblings, loved once, the rest? nah! They Doubted a Nigga/
2k18 we gone come through, smooth Out of the Filter/

To be continued……….

Nice

This is great

Yongsiggz:
pls rate this...i did it for ma galfrd

*Confession*
I just can't understand what i fell now/
So sad that i can't think straight now/
Just feelin', everything is crashing/
I can feel my heart pounding/
Blood flowing faster/, than ever/
Thinkin' we not gonna last for ever/
My soul burnin like gland fever/
Darkness cloud ma thougt/all i feel is sorrow/
Feelin' so hurt/,my mind screwed, lotta things messing my thought/
Feelin there is no tomorrow/, no memories to share/
Fear cloud my mind and still blind with fear/
I Inflicted pain in you, portrayin you as a distraction/
All i did with no true intentions/,still beggin for forgivness/
I was so selfish in getting my goal/
I never played a good role/,i admit i stole your happiness/
I tried so hard in gettin' you back, buh I aint doing enough
Times and days are getting rough/,
And the storm is gettin tough/
It never rain buh it pours/.......
Memories of ours/, still on my head,
Rememberin' good days when we use to be love birds/
Buh we just here gettin vexed like angry birds/
Your words that night struck my heart like swords/
Kept on bluffin with a smile, trying not say hurtful words/
Buh i feel is that we are miles away now
For now, i don't just know what to do/.......
Everyday shedin invisible tears,knowing that i wont get you/..........

So your gf dumped you!

blessedmarshal:
your sh1t was l1t. . .

Thanks, you guys should drop too na, Dj5naira?

hehehe

Great article!

Nothing you ever claims' correct/ none of your poor rhymes connect/
I might go to any LENGHT to impale your neck
. . but I'm gonna save the stress, cos battling you is simply a waste of BREATH!/

That poor verse lacked technical reasoning/ cos blabbing about liquid confidence makes no sensible meaning/
. . with your dip in form, you still won't be in a SOLID SHAPE even if you were inside a REGULAR PRISM!

My punches are famous from AC to Bari/
But your rubbish monosyllabic flows are basic and shabby/
You to me is like Eric Bailey to Xavi/
Your name is relatively unknown, cos anyone ever hailing YA NICK, must be praising BOLASIE!

How old are you? , you ought to be feeling ashamed/
At your age, you still rhyming one syllable, leading people astray/
I'm far off ahead of you, and you still won't "come closer" like Wizkid and Drake!

You girl's @ss' heavy?/ then I'm willing to pay her my last penny/
A 1000 bucks could make her let me into her honey pot . . Grand entry!

It's a blasphemy/ to claim poet king, when you never spit something cosy, please/
You best go mum and hold your peace/
I'm the true king, lyrical importer and exporter . . .
. . cos I'm who every 'expert rate' . . And I ain't even working overseas!

I rip your ffucking bones with ease/ your st**pidity has gone viral,
So I don't care about the repercussions!/
I ll go against your beliefs and customs/ cos if I jam you at any busy junction/ I like beat you unconscious, till you 'go blank' like a screen mal-function!

Call me a heartless molester/ these battery ll make his girl sack the old jester/
. . cos after his face is disfigured, his chic I ll start asking for break up. . . like Bi-afran protesters!

My huge rod got her yelling harder/ when I'm entering faster/
. . but If she ever says she likes your BIG CASSAVA , then you must be a peasant farmer!/

He better pray to his ancestral fathers/ with kola nuts and ALLIGATOR pepper/
. . cos soon as my soldiers troop in, I like be having a "CROCODILE smile" as they castigate this leper!

So you best activate a helper/ before I leave you extensively bleeding/
And if you claim you "too enlightened" . . nigga it must mean that you excessively bleaching!

So If Im smelling something fishy/ like you claiming I wasn't born great, right?/
You ll get marked in a swordplay fight/ till your comrade guys, disappear into THIN air, in BROAD daylight!


See, every punch I'm weaving is awesome/ after our battle he ll be needing a surgeon/ if he flees to the south east, military men ll finish the bunkum/
. . cos when jungle mature, he ll see the "Python dance" for beating the war drums!

You better be ducking neatly/ cos one punch can turn a boring niggy/ to a sorry sissy/ so battling me is ffucking risky/
I don't fight ladies, I only hit on guys like me . . ask Bobbyrisky!

You might feel the play in that stanza was gay. . .
. . but I got another to show we ain't in the same strata or grade!/
I order my army to march when you collapse . . that's a pass-out parade!

Oboy!

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You all bars are lacking/ but I'm about to give you all cats ah spanking/ for boring me with immature rapping/
. . moment I take it to "another level" . . Patoranking!!/

You blind frogs are wacker/ you write-ups ain't smarter/
I make light work of starters/ so you all better fly off to Lafia
. . before I search and hunt you abokis down. . like IPOB in Abia!

I drop eye popping stanzas, while the lame scripts that y'll make,
Inspire only wacks to think that you great/ one more hate speech on the page, then I ll be sealing his fate/
. . cos they ll all think his Nnamdi Kanu, when I send naija army to surround and lay seige at his gate!/

You shouldn't feel that we mates, cos I'm who your chic could barely resist/
She goes mad over me when she's getting the d!ck/
. . but even "Runtown" knows she won't still go "mad over you" even if she's mentally sick!

2 years off, and I'm still leaving you nerds pounded/ with the words I ve sprouted/
. . flows too advanced for y"ll, you could circle my lyrics with your skull, and still won't get your heads around it!/

You guys can't test the verbs I tailor/ with your brown teeth, your stinking mouth cant breath a verse thats greater/
You all need to go brush up, till we see your tooth "All brighten" . . and it ain't the "Leicester player"!/

Got my eyes on any stuff that you launch/
I let my surveillance cover your lodge/
. . but if that's not even enough
I ll place my Rolex above y'all, and put you jesters under my watch!

You just a pathological liar/ claiming you maim and stop forces with ire/
. . When your anger has never caused damage, cos you still won't "blow hot" if you laced your punches with fire!/

This is cool stuff

UnknownT:
Ehyah.... Those years of NTA AM Express, with Sadiq Daba, late Yinka Craig, Katherine Edoho ( Frank Edoho's ex-wife), and Miriam Anazodo (Charles Anazodo of Supersports wife)

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