Same here. And as for me, the conversation is fair enough.

Use it? :oUse it?

All the best to those registering for the current post utme

lacicrips:
Sorry for your loss, man. I can't imagine losing Brown, my dog. It would be devastating.
Would have given you one if I bred dogs, but I don't. Just have one male companion.

Do you have photos of them before they died?

Thanks Bro. I had pictures but misplaced my memory card while I was in Lagos. It was slowing down my device and I had to remove it. Couldn't find it when I got back to Ilorin

bonetalk:
quite pathetic, sorry for the loss, I wish u get another good replacement for them soon

Thanks Bro, really appreciate

Enochbreed:
@muyeskin, I have a 10 months old female Rott for sale. Selling her because I am relocating, you will also get a 8 months male Boerboel for free.

I still hope to hear from you. My number is currently my signature (Simply decode Sir)

Enochbreed:
@muyeskin, I have a 10 months old female Rott for sale. Selling her because I am relocating, you will also get a 8 months male Boerboel for free.

Your location and contact for more discussion Sir

pmadise:
Bros I really empathise with u having initiated myself into this fun filled realm recently too. Pls take heart, be strong and move on.

Thanks Bro, really appreciate

tobolos:
I showed one the exit door when he came with a 2nd shot vaccine 2 weeks to expiring date.Thank God I was at home.
The vaccine was even placed in a small cooler without ice.
Real vets don't lay empasis on monetary gains,they do all they can to keep the pets hale and hearty first.

Thanks o. Very correct. One has to be extra careful now

smileysmiles:
sorry

Thanks Ma'am

Prodeegee:
i feel your pain.

you should get a replacement

sorry about your loss

I will Bro. Thanks.

To me, Dogs are families. One of the major excitement I get after work is that I am going to meet my dogs. Nothing more

Tydies:
And you didn't sue that doctor? I remember when I lost PUMA, I almost ran mad and ever since, am still unable to get a perfect replacement for her.

My Brother, You know this is Nigeria. Things like that don't work here. I just had to let go.

This is no Illusion. I am damn serious. You don't need to comment if you don't understand. My dogs died to Parvo Virus in the space of one week. This isn't because i didn't attend to them, but became a victim of one of the fake VET we've got in time. I had two female lovely dogs (A Rot and a German shepherd) by the name Shona and Nellie. Shona was 6 months while Nellie was 4 months both lovely and healthy. I am a lover of dogs and also working to become a breeder (Not for the income) but to let people know how lovely dogs can be. I was already fond of my dogs to the extent that all my family members, staff at work and people around call me by their names (Daddy Nellie and Shona). I go home at random to check on them and feed them as at when due. I gave them routines every morning and they've both adjusted to it well. Nellie wakes me up every morning while Shona sees me off to the gate with an Hi5 before departing. My dogs are so lovely to the extent that everybody had started booking for their Pups (Both old and young). They were vaccinated to date and looks happy always. So as not to bore you, It all happened when i needed to travel to Lagos to check on my Ailing father. Nellie started vomitting and wouldn't eat her favourite meal (Turkey and Egg). I was so disturbed and couldn't travel back because my father was on drip and needs attention. I called a Vet who after administering some injections claimed Nellie can't survive the illness. What is the cause? I asked then but he couldn't give me an answer as expected. All he told me was to move Shona from that premises which i immediately instructed my brother to. To my surprise, Shona picked it up. I almost ran mad as my father was not getting better due to his increased BP (199/138). I called someone who was to help get another Vet but still got a substandard one. All he was asking me was to send money if i was to save My Shona. i kept sending as instructed and me brother confirmed he kept passing several injections into her body but no improvent. At a point, i felt it was a curse and i started praying cos i didn't wish to lose Shona at all. I at one point in time remembered i had Prodegee on my contact who i immediately contacted but was kinda late because my lovely Shona was already vomitting blood. he gave me some advise which i sent to the yeye vet but was proving to me that he is a professional. The night i heard that Shona was dead, It was as if everything was over. Blood stopped flowing as i was out of this world. Not because of the money i had spent on the dogs but because my dogs had grown to become a family. I come here often to learn and see people's view about making one's dog better. I have learnt from series of thread and posters. Now i only see this dogs in my dream and at times hear them bark in the real world. "My Dogs are truly dead but sincerely i still hear their barks around me". I am willing to get another set of dogs but only need a trustworthy seller. i don't mind adopting dogs too from a tired breeder or lover of dogs. My location is Ilorin and i sure know i will back bounce back soon. I chose not to present myself on this thread because i want to be sure i have at least 90% of what it means to care for dogs.
I believe you must have learnt one thing or the other from this thread. Thanks for your time.

Its so easy. I just did online recently. The site is WWW.CAC.gov.ng. You have to first register on the site and afterwards, do a name search. The name search would cost you #500. After some days or week, your name will be accepted or declined. Once your name is accepted, you proceed to registration proper by filling out some information's needed by CAC. Once you are done filling, you proceed to payment which will cost you #10,000. You would be asked to state a point of collection (the certificate of registration). And wait for two weeks. NB: All payment will be online.

My deep regret from N.Y.S.C orientation camp. I got married in my final year in the University of
Calabar and I was living peacefully with my
husband. We had agreed that we will not start
making babies until I came back from my
orientation camp. The plan was that I would
redeploy and return home to Calabar where we lived, as soon as the orientation camp was over. A friend called me to say that posting was out so I went to check and discovered I had been posted to Yobe State. I didn't know how my husband would take it. Well, I didn't have to wait long to find out. “Rachael," he screamed at the mention of Yobe state, forgetting to call my pet name. "I can’t believe my
baby will be so far from me." I stared at him
wondering why he was
suddenly calling me 'baby', instead of the usual,
'Honey'. "No baby, you’re not going anywhere. It’s bad enought hat you will be gone for three weeks
but not that far.” “Don’t worry Honey, three weeks will pass before
you know it and I may not even stay till the three
weeks elapses, once I’m through with
the redeployment process I’ll be back,” I assured
him with my soothing words. I headed for Fika
camp in Fika Local Government Area, Yobe
State. I couldn't believe that I would sit in a bus for
a whole day in the name of NYSC. I wondered if this
was the
beginning of more suffering. I kept buying things on the road just to keep awake and listened to
music almost
throughout the journey. My loving husband called
me several times make sure I was ok, which was
really comforting. We arrived Fika in the night, I
didn’t see much houses but I was shocked when the driver stopped and
said “Madam we don reach the camp o” “Ah ah, which camp? Where the camp dey abeg, no
vex?” “Just pass this bush path, u go
come out for the other side of the road then enter
bus wey go carry u reach the camp gate, na just 30
naira” “My God I don enter last chance
o, bush path ke.” I came down from the bus and immediately called my husband. “Whaaaat!”
He screamed from the other end of the phone. “My
love please don’t go there this
night, sleep in a hotel and go tomorrow, I’ll send
you more money tomorrow please.” My
husband was so worried so I told him to keep talking with me on the phone while I walked
through the path and
thank God I didn’t have much luggage with me, just
a box. We spoke till I got a bus and when I reached
the gate of the
camp, I said to myself ‘I don come youth service, no be small’. The place was so dry, the security men at
the gate were annoying and barely understood
English. I stood there absorbing the misery around
me until another officer
came to my aid and I was able to enter the camp. I met my first and only friend on camp that night as
she welcomed me with so much joy, to my greatest
surprise
she was also married. That was our first point of
similarity. In the morning, she gave me a bucket of
water to have my bath and I was so grateful for meeting such a nice person.
“It’s time for morning meditation! Everybody out!” People started running out so I ran along but I
suddenly discovered I had forgotten my ring on my
bed so I turned
round and began running back. I had to go and
get my ring. It kept me close to my sweetheart. I
pleaded with the Civil Defence Corp officer that had come to chase us from the hostel. Luckily he
permitted me to go back to the hostel to retrieve my
ring. While on the meditation ground, I was not
interested in whatever was going on, I was missing
my sweetheart and I just wanted
to hear his voice. “…under the sun or in the rain” was the next thing I heard and I said to myself
“who is doing
this one with them, who says youth service is
punishment? Anyway, I’ll soon redeploy so that line is not for
me”. That
was the only line of the N.Y.S.C anthem I grasped
that morning during the morning meditation. After the morning meditation we headed to the parade ground for the morning drill which was to be organized by the platoon commanders. I was in platoon eight and
my platoon commander was a short, dark but
handsome Yoruba man. It went on and on and I started enjoying the camp, my husband would call me every day and to ask when I was coming back home “Honey when will you be back? I miss you” “Very soon my love, I’ve already begun working on my redeployment. I know you miss me and I miss you too” I replied. One day on the parade ground during morning
drills, we were asked to hop on one leg as part
of an exercise. My platoon commander came and stood in front of me, little did I know that he was interested in me. He took special interest in me and from that day we became friends, he would take me to mammy and spoil me
with food and drinks. When it was time for morning
drills, he would stand in front of me. well, when
there was a corporal punishment, he would
exempt me, while others attended seminars I
would be in his room watching movies with his laptop. I
began to get emotionally attached to him. One day
when my husband called I told him I was in a
seminar whereas I was seeing a movie in a man’s
room. I began to lie to my husband. One of these days while I was seeing a movie, Wale
came in and lay beside me. I didn’t realize he was
looking at me until he placed his hand on my back
because I lay on my chest with the laptop in front of
me.
“Will you do me a favour Rachael?” My heart raced
because I didn’t know what he wanted to ask for.
“Let me hear it first” “I know you are a married
woman but please, I don’t want you to go. I love
you.
Please, stay here with me.” I knew I liked him too but I didn’t say a word to him, I just smiled and
continued with the
movie but he wanted a reply and when I couldn’t
give him an answer, he held my face and kissed me,
I tried to resist
but my body wouldn’t let me. He took off my white t-shirt...then finally I gave in. We had sex that day
and the days that followed, I had taken off
my ring so that I won’t feel the guilt of extramarital
affair but
I couldn’t stop it. I was
enjoying it, I felt like a single lady again. This madness continued till I redeployed but I later
found out I was
pregnant. I had to abort it
before my husband found out and till date he
doesn’t know about it. I live with this guilt and
regret. Therefore, if I were to go back to N.Y.S.C orientation
camp, I’ll
protect my space and keep a respectable distance
from men
whether as a single lady or as a married one. Not
that I would not interact with men, but I would properly define my
relationship with every one of them and avoid
every unnecessary closeness, because closeness
with the opposite sex can lead to
intimacy without commitment.
Some married women take off their wedding ring simply because they want to satisfy their sexual
desire with another man. I did it and
believe me it doesn’t pay and it will not pay
anybody, all it does is to make you regret.
Now, I feel so heart broken when I hear what girls
and boys do on camp. That is why I have taken time to write my story. I just don’t want
those going to camp to become
victims of regret and guilt. I wish I never lacked the
virtue
of self control. I wish I knew that my wedding right
or my marital status was not a substitute for discipline, right boundaries, and firm
conviction. My want of ease and pleasure became
my Waterloo for disgrace and destruction. MY HUMBLE RESPONSE:Otondos, Better shine your
eyes well well. Don't mar your destiny in the name
of N.Y.S.C. Forsake not the assembly of the
believers. Be commited to worship with the people of God.

My deep regret from N.Y.S.C orientation camp I got married in my final year in the University of
Calabar and I was living peacefully with my
husband. We had agreed that we will not start
making babies until I came back from my
orientation camp. The plan was that I would
redeploy and return home to Calabar where we lived, as soon as the
orientation camp was over. A friend called me to say that posting was out so I
went to check and discovered I had been posted to
Yobe State. I
didn't know how my husband would take it. Well, I
didn't have to wait long to find out. “Rachael," he
screamed at the mention of Yobe state,
forgetting to call my pet name. "I can’t believe my
baby will be so far from me." I stared at him
wondering why he was
suddenly calling me 'baby', instead of the usual,
'Honey'. "No baby, you’re not going anywhere. It’s bad enought hat you will be gone for three weeks
but not that far.” “Don’t worry Honey, three weeks will pass before
you know it and I may not even stay till the three
weeks elapses, once I’m through with
the redeployment process I’ll be back,” I assured
him with my soothing words.` On the 3rd of February, 2011, I headed for Fika
camp in Fika Local Government Area, Yobe
State. I couldn't believe that I would sit in a bus for
a whole day in the name of NYSC. I wondered if this
was the
beginning of more suffering. I kept buying things on the road just to keep awake and listened to
music almost
throughout the journey. My loving husband called
me several times make sure I was ok, which was
really comforting. We arrived Fika in the night, I
didn’t see much houses but I was shocked when the driver stopped and
said “Madam we don reach the camp o” “Ah ah, which camp? Where the camp dey abeg, no
vex?” “Just pass this bush path, u go
come out for the other side of the road then enter
bus wey go carry u reach the camp gate, na just 30
naira” “My God I don enter last chance
o, bush path ke.” I came down from the bus and immediately called my husband. “Whaaaat!”
He screamed from the other end of the phone. “My
love please don’t go there this
night, sleep in a hotel and go tomorrow, I’ll send
you more money tomorrow please.” My
husband was so worried so I told him to keep talking with me on the phone while I walked
through the path and
thank God I didn’t have much luggage with me, just
a box. We spoke till I got a bus and when I reached
the gate of the
camp, I said to myself ‘I don come youth service, no be small’. The place was so dry, the security men at
the gate were annoying and barely understood
English. I stood there absorbing the misery around
me until another officer
came to my aid and I was able to enter the camp. I met my first and only friend on camp that night as
she welcomed me with so much joy, to my greatest
surprise
she was also married. That was our first point of
similarity. In the morning, she gave me a bucket of
water to have my bath and I was so grateful for meeting such a nice person.
“It’s time for morning meditation! Everybody out!” People started running out so I ran along but I
suddenly discovered I had forgotten my ring on my
bed so I turned
round and began running back. I had to go and
get my ring. It kept me close to my sweetheart. I
pleaded with the Civil Defence Corp officer that had come to chase us from the hostel. Luckily he
permitted me to go back to the hostel to retrieve my
ring. While on the meditation ground, I was not
interested in whatever was going on, I was missing
my sweetheart and I just wanted
to hear his voice. “…under the sun or in the rain” was the next thing I heard and I said to myself
“who is doing
this one with them, who says youth service is
punishment? Anyway, I’ll soon redeploy so that line is not for
me”. That
was the only line of the N.Y.S.C anthem I grasped
that morning during the morning meditation. After
the morning
meditation we headed to the parade ground for the morning drill which was to be organized by the
platoon commanders. I was in platoon eight and
my platoon commander was a short, dark but
handsome Yoruba man. It
went on and on like that and I started enjoying the camp, my husband would call me every day and to ask when I was coming back home “Honey when will you be back? I miss you” “Very soon my love, I’ve already begun working on my redeployment. I know you miss me and I miss you too” I replied. One day on the parade ground during morning
drills, we were asked to hop on one leg as part
of an exercise. My platoon commander came and stood in front of me, little did I know that he was interested in me. He took special interest in me and from that day we became friends, he would take me to mammy and spoil me
with food and drinks. When it was time for morning
drills, he would stand in front of me. well, when
there was a corporal punishment, he would
exempt me, while others attended seminars I
would be in his room watching movies with his laptop. I
began to get emotionally attached to him. One day
when my husband called I told him I was in a
seminar whereas I was seeing a movie in a man’s
room. I began to lie to my husband. One of these days while I was seeing a movie, Wale
came in and lay beside me. I didn’t realize he was
looking at me until he placed his hand on my back
because I lay on my chest with the laptop in front of
me.
“Will you do me a favour Rachael?” My heart raced
because I didn’t know what he wanted to ask for.
“Let me hear it first” “I know you are a married
woman but please, I don’t want you to go. I love
you.
Please, stay here with me.” I knew I liked him too but I didn’t say a word to him, I just smiled and
continued with the
movie but he wanted a reply and when I couldn’t
give him an answer, he held my face and kissed me,
I tried to resist
but my body wouldn’t let me. He took off my white t-shirt...then finally I gave in. We had sex that day
and the days that followed, I had taken off
my ring so that I won’t feel the guilt of extramarital
affair but
I couldn’t stop it. I was
enjoying it, I felt like a single lady again. This madness continued till I redeployed but I later
found out I was
pregnant. I had to abort it
before my husband found out and till date he
doesn’t know about it. I live with this guilt and
regret. Therefore, if I were to go back to N.Y.S.C orientation
camp, I’ll
protect my space and keep a respectable distance
from men
whether as a single lady or as a married one. Not
that I would not interact with men, but I would properly define my
relationship with every one of them and avoid
every unnecessary closeness, because closeness
with the opposite sex can lead to
intimacy without commitment.
Some married women take off their wedding ring simply because they want to satisfy their sexual
desire with another man. I did it and
believe me it doesn’t pay and it will not pay
anybody, all it does is to make you regret.
Now, I feel so heart broken when I hear what girls
and boys do on camp. That is why I have taken time to write my story. I just don’t want
those going to camp to become
victims of regret and guilt. I wish I never lacked the
virtue
of self control. I wish I knew that my wedding right
or my marital status was not a substitute for discipline, right boundaries, and firm
conviction. My want of ease and pleasure became
my Waterloo for disgrace and destruction. MY HUMBLE RESPONSE:Otondos, Better shine your
eyes well well. Don't mar your destiny in the name
of N.Y.S.C. Forsake not the assembly of the
believers. Be commited to worship with the people of God.

I guess every news now makes front page Once you can pay your tribute to the moderators

Yea

Fact

I am not crazy, I sure know what I am saying. We are all from that country called South Africa with so many rationales.
It was so painful experiencing a scene where an Hausa man engaged in a fight with another Yoruba Man and after some minutes, his Hausa brothers came to his rescue (Even though, the Hausa man was at fault) and almost killed this Yoruba man.
Recalling from the just concluded election, we all had the threat posed by a particular King to a tribe with the aim of making them do, what ordinarily some of them wouldn't have done and the likes.
I spoke with some Igbo friends of mine, and I was made to understand that even though they were convinced that President Jonathan shouldn't be the next president, they would still vote him cos he is Igbo related (not considering the adverse effect of their actions on all).
Even here on Nairaland, you will be shocked at some responses at times, asking yourself if the replies came from humans or animals.
Not to bore you with stories (Because I believe you have so many references also to back this up). Let's live as one. Irrespective of our tribe, religion, group, party and others. Let's say no to XENOPHOBIA within and outside our country.
God bless Nigeria.
Peace Out

goodmorning40:
What do u mean? Did rain fall drop fished for them

Yea

ElDeeVee:
I remember d gud old days in school... Unilorin rocks...I miss my school

You need to come back and check the same school Bro. Your students need liberation. From Dress code to Mass failure to drop students and the likes.

FrancisTony:

@Emboldened, I'm sure you didn't read the bolded words at my "Original Post" before rushing to quote me.

Pele ti e

I didn't attack you man. Prove it to me that you are a student or alumnus of any higher institution. Simple.

FrancisTony:
I said it that the Obafemi Awolowo University Ile-ife is an over-rated secondary school and err'body attacked me.
The so-called top-notch University couldn't make Top five.

O ma se o.

You need help if you talk about OAU in this manner. I am so sure you ain't an undergraduate of any higher institution. The so called Law students who can't even defend their fellow students. And how confirmed is this rating? The same year they claimed to be number one by 4icu, NUC brought out a different rating.

beedemmie:


Have you been to Funaab before? Oau is the most beautiful of the first generation universities in Nigeria, come and see beauty in Funaab, hostel inclusive.

Funaab? Let me be straight and not bore you. You can go ahead and confirm. OAU is the most beautiful campus in AFRICA and this is not based on the appearance but structures. I am not here to respond to the hates here about OAU. One truth, there are two universities in Nigeria, Great Ife and others. If you want me to reply your questions, be constructive. I can even help with free admissions into this great citadel of learning. Peace Out. Signed: Sen. OXYGEN

Thank you for your comment (Eventhough it made no sense). I can see how well you study your bible (calling someone a FOOL). I don't know if you know about the word REDEMPTION. And you talked about enriching pastors? Proverbs 4:7

ewizard1:
Some of you are fools... you think everything is about Religion or Infection. Didn't your Religion Books tell you anything like "Give what belongs to ceaser to ceaser" ?

What do you think they refer to as ceaser? The money you use to enrich your Pastors and Clerics? smh!

Even a dundy whose surname is Ogundele and the likes when told theres a god appeasing sacrifice due, they'll run from it and say God forbid!



Keep wallowing in that enslaved thing you call religion.

telad:


lolsss I'm saved if that's want you want for easy digestion.

Oh, there must be two type of salvation then. Or you start studying your Bible as expected. God loves a true worshipper