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DonaldGenes: Are you serious?...
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Ishilove: Bustedfunny enough the pay is actually better than 50% of graduate jobs in naija. Telecoms even pay their graduate CC Reps that amount or less. Some graduate teachers earn 13k monthly. that country is fvcked. |
mzlizabelle: [color=#006600][/color]how far na? |
kandiikane: See you life, when you grandmother was walking around naked, did anyone call her a disgrace? How does her dress affect her abilities as a mother? She probably is bringing up her kids better than your mum did you with all her cele clothing....
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kandiikane: See you life, when you grandmother was walking around naked, did anyone call her a disgrace? How does her dress affect her abilities as a mother? She probably is bringing up her kids better than your mum did you with all her cele clothing. |
asadike: yes,i did remove it coz of dat fool. U dont just judge people. Am a private person dats y d pic has no face. I dont evn reply my mails. Oboli is marid,she should no beta. I guess am gona take anoda pix wit no face as people are readin meanin into d previous 1. Thksyou looked gorgeous. can I pm you? |
NobiGod: Moneyhungry, We're still waiting for you to continue. You obviously got story telling talent but do you have the discipline? I'm saying this because the previous one was unfinished. I wish and hope this will be different.Thanks man. oh, I'm gonna continue but I'll probably move it to the sexuality section where I'm known so I'd get rapid responses from readers. the attitude of peeps who steal stories was what discouraged me but I'll continue. I'll update soon n drop a link if I transfer it. |
shadelek: Corruption at its highest level. Government always come up with a plan to extort money from the masses so as to raise more money for the so called elites..... Something is sure and clear to me, The judgement day is at hand and everyone will account for his/her deeds be it good or bad so keep doing the one which you considers to be the best to youmy friend stop this religious bull$$h*tt jor!!. smarten up! |
tiamiyukunle69: Health sector that is already paralyzed....yet you are terminating the employment of 16000 resident doctors knowing fully well that these guys do most of the job in the so called tertiary hospitals.....It's just unfortunate that the poor will suffer the more because the rich knows that short cut to better health care. All they need do is to travel abroad.....At times I wonder why God created me in this country. SMH |
ugsams: Please can you point me to where I can find the opinion of these Naija guys? I will be glad if you can. Thanks as I wait for your response.brother, its a complex issue. truth is, finding a decent southy lady (for marriage) is like looking for needle in a haystack... I mean, really tough. Don't be surprised when you get home one day and meet your 'beloved' wife fvcking a plumber. The homely manners you find in an average naija girl is alien here. unless ma ichoro iluya maka akwukwo... if not, think am wella o. Good luck. |
AbuuUthaymeen: I find it very hard to shed tears but the last time I did was last week when I was listening to suratul furqan recitation by Minshawi Siddiq and I was following the meaning I couldn't help but let the tears flow ,The miracle of the Quran is inexplicable....
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Babakenny: Yes you're right. Am just trying to make that lady understand how educated we are.lol. ok bro. |
I miss the blackouts and potholes. |
I agree 100% with all your points here except for the 90% theory. Actually, the percentile reverse is the case. |
that tweet is as fake as rick Ross's tit*s. |
that tweet is as fake as rick Ross's tits. |
emynez: I know its childish 2 an extent...bt I jst culdn't help it, maybe coz I was high on sumfin or d feeling was unbearable, dr was dis girl I was toasting, we'v knwn 4 sum time now sha, bt wen I starting leting out ma feelings nd pouring out my hrt, tears started rollind down ma cheeks, was cryin like a baby nd stil toasting, d gal came nd startd comfortin me, cleanin ma tears nd all that, I startd thinkin it was all luv nd romance o! Boy! After dat day.... Sha 2 cut d long story short, she ended up nt being ma girl nd till 2day if I c her d cum 4 road I go take "U" Turn #lolz shame ooo! |
Kinkybraids: lol ok makes a bit of sense now...Yes its a mans duty to 'akpako'yeah. next time, tell her to put it down real gud, I bet d nigga would always want more. lol. Go hard or Go hard... that's d motto. |
Kinkybraids: I really have to ask what akpako isit means hit da c00chie. btw, your friend is hilarious. lol. |
absolute nonsense. |
if you have any atom of hope in Nigerian politicians, you're misusing your mind. -moneyhungry- |
purplesummer: You sure you don't mind purple food?...
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sevule: Of course you can get any guy that you desire! Since the guys you desire are NURTW staff, area boys and bus conductors it is no surprise that you can get them easy.lol. |
Okijajuju1: Please you people should cut out this bullshit about ancient arms.. I use to peddle this fuckery until I sat down and thought about it.. Its not the size of the gun that matters. A Catapult in the hands of an expert marks man is always going to be deadlier than a Gun in the hands of an untrained idiiot.you're dead wrong. boko got spies in the military, and that alone surpasses every other factor. if you have friends in the army, they'll enlighten you more. |
customized13: bros, not only in ejigbo, go to places like mil12, kosofe, alapere, bariga, ebutemeta, iyana ipaja, agege, oshodi, isolo etc you go see the one wey pass this one.omoh you sabi everywhere o. you be conductor before?. |
sandijey: Fashola has forgotten the whole of Ikotun. The streets are breaking into 2. Its so bad. Igando is relatively good. Plus the housing estate there. I am guessing someone influenced the project at Igando because that seems to be the only way development comes to certain areas. Ikotun is just terrible. From abaranje to ijegun etc. You should see what people are going through on a daily basis. Not to now talk of ejigbo.IGANDO!!?? are you fvcking kidding me?. that jungle is a first class slum! |
wazobiaN9: You are a very simple minded human being.. a.k.a a fool.easy bro. |
Drop your comments please, criticism is welcome. |
I arrived at my lodge around 3:00 p.m. It was a white two-storey building, with about 15 rooms. There were large store rooms on each floor that was being used as warehouses but all the living rooms were occupied by students. I had a room-mate who was also in 100 level but in another department (mass communication). His name was Ekene, a light skin, tall dude. We me during the post-UME entrance exam and decided to rent a room together when we get admission. After a long search, we found a room, on a Saturday morning. I remember us walking into the lodge and meeting the lodge occupants during saturday sanitation. They were cleaning the compound. We saw a couple of hot girls amongst them. Damn, with all these girls here, life here would be fun!. We met the caretaker, reached an agreement and hurriedly went to the bank to pay the rent. While we were leaving the bank premises, Ekene gave me a playful light punch on my shoulder. "O boy, see all the hot chics wey full our lodge. We don hammer O." He teased. "Na God do am for us na." I replied. Honestly, I was excited that we found a room in that lodge because aside from the hot girls we saw, the lodge was beautiful and well kept. I visited guru as planned and came back home around 8:00 p.m. I was tired so I slumped on my mattress to get some sleep. Ekene was cooking but I didn't mind because I had already eaten at guru's house. "Snow, aren't you going to wait and eat?." Ekene asked me while I was half asleep. "No, I have eaten already." I said and slept off after a few minutes. That night would be our third night in the lodge and everything had been smooth so far. After a few hours, I woke up and headed to the bathroom to ease myself. It was a few minutes past 1 a.m. While I was peeing, I was hearing voices, faint voices. I wiped my eyes with my palms, just to make sure I was fully awake and that I wasn't just imagining things. It was real. I was hearing voices, a group of people or spirts were having a meeting somewhere close. I came out from the bathroom, and went towards my room window. I thought about opening my curtains and looking through the window. No, not a good idea. I decided to press my ears against the curtains and try tracing the location that the voices were coming from and I sensed that it was coming from our lodge, right inside the compound!. Just then I heard people or spirits chanting and singing. "Papa no dey o!, mama no dey o!, if you want to kill-y me kill-y make I die!, I will never be a Jew in this jungle!". Holy Moses!. I was dumbfounded. The singing continued for a while, It wasn't really loud, but it was audible enough for everyone in the lodge to hear. There were houses around but not too close and there bushes around the lodge. What added to my confusion was that some of the voices I was hearing sounded familiar. My room was on the first floor and from the window I could get a clear view of the compound. I summoned courage and decided to see whatever it was. I shifted my curtains to the side a little and looked through the glass. My heart literally sank. I saw boys dancing in a circle and chanting with a some fireworks in their middle. They were all on black. Then they stopped and one of them came to the middle and began addressing them. I could see a pistol tucked behind his black pant. "Tha boy make una focus!. I say focus!. As we rugged reach we fit rundown Jupiter. Who them be?!, them no they look face?!, them no dey bleed?!..." He continued to say all sorts of dreaded talk. My feet went cold, everything felt surreal. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. I bent down and tapped Ekene hard on his leg. He twisted a little continued his sleep. I punched him on his shoulder, hard enough to jolt him to consciousness or even break his bone. "Why are you interrupting my sleep na?. Please I'm devastated, I don't need disturbance". He queried. "Ekene wake up, this no be time for vocabularies, we don't enter one chance O. Na lion's den we enter so". I informed him in a whisper. He reluctantly stood up and came to see what I was rambling about. What he saw made him numb and mute, eyes wide open...twice its normal size. "Is that not viper and commotion?". He asked me after he found his voice, he was fully awake now. Viper and commotion were our lodgemates, and viper was even our opposite door neighbour. I focused my gaze and recognized them too. Holy fvck!. We had made a huge mistake by moving into this lodge. Every mistake has a price and we were going to pay very dearly for our mistake. Worse still, the hot girls we saw on that saturday morning when we found the lodge weren't even our lodgemates, they just came to spend the previous night with their boyfriends. In a few days we observed that there were only two girls living in our lodge. The rest were guys, all cultists from different confraternities. So technically, the only non-cultists ('jews' as they call it) were Ekene and I. Welcome to HELL... |
It was hard to even walk but I kept on until I got to the lecturer, collected the marker from his hand and headed to solve the question on the board. As I was about to write on the board, I was interrupted by the lecturer's voice: "Young man, pull up your trouser!, you think you're in the motor park!?." He yelled at me. It was a rhetoric question so I didn't need to respond, I just stopped for a second and pulled my trouser up properly. Sagging my trouser was one of the bad habits I adapted from the social media, particularly hip-hop. "Pardon my manners, I'm a product of my environment". I muttered to no one particular. I proceeded to solving the question. The interruption from the lecturer had knocked off balance a little so I was a little lost. I stared at the question for a few seconds trying to sort it out again. I could hear a few students booing. Just as I was about to write what I worked out in my head, the marker fell my hand. Sh#t!. Now students booed even louder. I pulled myself together and began to write, to work on the question. It took less than a minute for me to finish. I stopped and turned around, looking at the lecturer, awaiting to hear the outcome of my work. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking at my write-up on the board, trying to score me. My heart was beating a little faster now. The lecture hall was dead quite. Suddenly, I saw the lecturer shrug and then he smiled. He brought out a N1,000 note from the breast pocket of his shirt and handed it to me. The hall went in uproar, students were screaming and banging on their desks. That was their way of giving me an ovation and I felt 3-feet taller, super excited. I walked back to my seat. "How are we going to share the money na?". Guru joked. "50/50". I said. We both laughed. I would easily share anything with people except money, I guess guru didn't know that. We had a few more lectures and they were all interesting, at least for the first twenty minutes or so. Our lectures lasted for an hour which was much longer that what I was used to in secondary school but I was gradually adapting. The last lecture for the day was PSYCHOLOGY. The lecturer was interesting, more than the others we've had for the day. About twenty minutes into the lecture, the lecturer asked a question. I gave an answer anonymously, just sitting in the crowd. "Who said that?". The lecture enquired, looking at the whole class. I was calm, I wasn't going to identify myself and my colleagues sitting beside me co-operated with me. But in situations like this, there is always someone who points. "I said who said that!". He repeated, this time in exclamation. A few people pointed at me from different angles. Game over. I stood up, looking straight at the lecturer. Another girl was also pointed at and she too was standing. We chorused the answer at the same time. The girl's name was Juliana. In time to come, she proved herself to be the brightest female student in my department. "These are my kind of students." The lecturer announced. "I look at them and I see professors." He continued. Students went in uproar again, banging their desks, screaming "Prof!", "Prof!". I had earned some cool cash and fame on my first day at school. The nickname 'prof' was short-lived as I got to replace it with 'snow' after a while but nonetheless, the fame stuck with me, at least for a while. After the lecture, I headed home in company of my new friend, guru. Guru had told me a few things about himself and where he lived and I did same too. He was staying off-campus like me, not too close but it was still a walking distance from my lodge. I made plans to visit him later that evening, we shook hands and parted ways. |
VivyGift: Kelvin, abeg adjust make I sit down. Thank God say I come earlyyes o, feel at home. tori dey come.... |
KelvinGraphics: Oya o. My oga I don sidon o. Abeg gimme popcornlol. popcorn don finish but I don order for kwili-kwili and zobo. just relax... |


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