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Maduka might win. He is a fighter.
Be careful of a man that left his father’s leaking hut in a sleepy Village and found his way to America.

Observe carefully, a village boy that got to America and became a pharmacist.

Still not satisfied he successfully went on to become a Harvard trained medical doctor. He went on to become a professor while setting up businesses in America.

Deal carefully with that village boy that finally made money and returned to singlehandedly transform his village along with numerous other acts of philanthropy.

Now he has set his eyes on leading his Nigerian home state though an American.

I am not saying he is the next governor but observe him carefully. He has been a winner all along. He has succeeded in everything he set his heart and eyes on. Remember that his name is God-WIN.

If I were his opponents, I definitely know that it is only God that can stand in this man’s way. If I were his opponents I’d be very careful.

By the way, I support him and I think he has won already.

Maduka might win. He is a fighter.
Be careful of a man that left his father’s leaking hut in a sleepy Village and found his way to America.

Observe carefully, a village boy that got to America and became a pharmacist.

Still not satisfied he successfully went on to become a Harvard trained medical doctor. He went on to become a professor while setting up businesses in America.

Deal carefully with that village boy that finally made money and returned to singlehandedly transform his village along with numerous other acts of philanthropy.

Now he has set his eyes on leading his Nigerian home state though an American.

I am not saying he is the next governor but observe him carefully. He has been a winner all along. He has succeeded in everything he set his heart and eyes on. Remember that his name is God-WIN.

If I were his opponents, I definitely know that it is only God that can stand in this man’s way. If I were his opponents I’d be very careful.

By the way, I support him and I think he has won already.

It’s simple. Sleep off before your partner and he/she will be the one trying to cope with your snoring.

Doe resources.
GRA junction Aba road. The floor above Kilimanjaro, same building.

SanctifiedSista:
Keep listening to all Apostle'joshua Selman messages on youtube everyday and obey the instructions plus read papa books esp law of faith, born to win , Satan get lost and walking in dominion
Come to church tomorrow as well

Your advice is good but YouTube might be expensive for some people in terms of data costs. There are apostle’s messages on telegram that will consume less data.

Why stay in the corridor of medicine (physio) when you already have the key to assess the main room (Med)?

Kai!!!! Shameful!!!
They set him up and he fell yakata for it.

It’s not his first time with the girl but this time she was in on the setup.

I do not in any way exonerate this guy.

He obviously is not a stranger to that house.
Who is this girl’s mother? What if the mother has unsettled scores with this man and finally used her daughter to frame him?

In rape matters men are most often culpable but do not underestimate how far a scorned woman can go.

If this your story is factual only Jesus can save you from that woman.

Do a HIV test. Chronic diarrhea is one of the early symptoms.

That beautiful women like these will subject themselves to this beats my imagination.

I believe a lot of those commenting did not even watch the video.
The woman’s Igbo was a pure delight. No way to know she is not Igbo without seeing her in hijab.

Abacha a gworo agwo.

You can’t be acting like a stone and expect to be treated and handled like an egg.

Is it really hard to appreciate the art in this man’s actions?

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SLAP44:
I broke down.... I’m in tears oooo, Jesus!!!

Pls share with your friends, because they have declared WAR on Nigerian Youths

Just as I left the hospital.

Before I got to the intersection.

They pulled before us in a black Toyota Sienna.

Blocking us from moving further.

These men.

In black and blue jeans.

And black tight t-shirts.

Heavily armed.

Sunglasses as usual.

Climbed out of the vehicle.

My driver exhaled heavily.

"These people again."

Eight men.

Two moved toward the Taxify.

Gun raised.

Cocking their rifles as though they had caught a criminal.

I sat calmly.

If you are a young man who frequents Taxify or Uber in Lagos, you'd probably get used to that embarrassment.

I had nothing with me just my phone.

And the medication I had gotten from the hospital.

I was so weak.

Massive headache.

While they approached I asked my driver.

"Who are those guys?"

"Haaa. Bros, na SARS o."

I said.

"I thought they have banned these guys?"

He looked at me.

"For wia. Na today?"

I sighed.

The two approached one on each side of the car. I kept my hands in plain sight and made no sudden moves.

One of the men shouted at my driver.

"You no go wind down? Abi you want us to beg you?"

The Taxify driver quickly hit the window button as he screamed forcing a smile.

"Aaah officer of the law no vex, sir! I throw way salute."

The one who had shouted approached my window.

I was looking away.

He shouted.

"Oga, you no dey greet person abi you no see us?"

I slowly turned my head and looked at him.

"Officer, good afternoon, sir."

"Afternoon. Who are you?"

I was about to answer.

He shouted.

"Oga, come down?!"

One of his folks standing a few steps away shouted.

"Who be dis person wey no dey hear us? Na one of those protesters? Devil go welcome am for hell now if he be one of those protesters."

He cocked his gun and approached my Taxify.

It was a lonely road.

No onlookers.

A few cars passed by the other side of the lane.

I gently got down from the car.

I greeted again.

Both of them.

"Officers, good afternoon, sir."

My driver came out and said.

"Na my passenger! I pick am from that hospital down the road."

The one who had asked me who I am shouted at him.

"Shut up! Did we ask you anything? You dey mad? Your moda!"

Then he turned to me.

"Oga, who are you?"

"My name is Kyrian Chiemelie, sir."

"What do you do? Wetin dey your pocket?"

"I am a writer, sir."

"Journalist?"

"No, sir. Author, scriptwriter, filmmaker, sir."

"Oga, wetin dey your pocket?"

"My phone, sir."

"Bring it out."

I dug out my phone.

"Unlock it."

"Why?"

The other one shouted attracting the rest, pointing his gun at him.

"You are asking us questions? Are you stupid?"

I said.

"No, sir. But none of you has the right to search my phone. I didn't do anything wrong."

One shouted, running toward us.

"Who dey yarn that rubbish? Na one of the protesters? Shoot the modafuvker!"

The other one said.

"We never know na when we search him phone we go know."

The Taxify driver said to me.

"Please, unlock your phone. You know what is going on already."

The one pointing rifle at me shouted.

Eyes widened.

Dark lips.

Unsmiling face.

"Oga, unlock your phone for the last time!"

As I used my fingerprint he snatched my phone from me immediately.

Handed it to the last folk who approached us.

He seemed to be the leader.

He started to go through my phone as he said.

"What did you say you do again?"

"I am a filmmaker, sir."

"Actor?"

I shook my head.

"Basically writing."

He looked at me.

"You look tired."

I said.

"I just dey come back from the hospital. The one down there."

"Wetin dey do you? COVID-19?"

"No, sir. Na stress and little sickness. My doctor has given me some tablets, I will be fine in a couple of days."

As he scrolled through my phone the others watched.

Gun pointed up, down. A few at me.

I remained chilled.

He asked.

"And you are not one of the end SARS protesters."

I remained silent.

One of them moved toward me as though he wanted to hit me his rifle.

I dodged.

"Oga, dey ask you, you dey ignore am."

The man said.

"Leave am. Make I see end SARS pictures on his phone first and he is gone with the gun."

I was still silent.

A few minutes later.

One said to the one with my phone.

"Oga, did you see any pictures of end SARS on his phone?"

"I never see one."

I said.

"Sir, can I go, please? There is nothing on my phone."

He looked at me.

"Are you teaching us our job?"

"Not at all, sir. But there is nothing on my phone. My doctor said I should not stand too long."

Two laughed.

"You dey tell us na. We wey no get doctor make we die. We wey dey use chamist cure our infection and malaria."

I didn't say a word.

One of them approached me and showed me some images on his phone.

Dead bodies.

Fresh corpses of youth, both male and female.

Lying by the bush.

Blood gushing from bullet wounds.

I looked at him, in fear.

He said.

"Shey dem dey shout end SARS we no dey catch anybody again o. But na make we see pictures of end SARS for person phone the person is gone. Dis ones wey you dey see so na some of the protesters o. Shey dey don die like dis? Dey will keep dying."

One shouted at him.

"Why you dey tell am this thing? Why you dey leak our secret? Do you know who he is?"

"Shey he talk say na filmmaker? He won't do anything."

Goosebumps rushed over me.

In actuality of how these guys are killing in reckless abandon.

The one with my phone said.

"I no see anything for him phone. He is free to go."

He handed my phone back to me.

Then said.

I took my phone and said.

"Thank you."

As I headed back to the Taxify, a Lexus Jeep was approaching behind us.

They rushed immediately and flew it to stop.

The Taxify driver got in and we started to drive off.

While I looked behind, watching as they dragged five guys out of the car.

About three wore t-shirts.

Boldly written 'EndSARS'.

The Taxify turned right at the intersection and I couldn't see anymore.

He shouted.

"Ah. These people are in trouble."

But I heard it barely ten seconds later.

It was loud from a distance. Three gunshots

Written by Kyrian Chiemelie Offor

I just hope this is fiction.

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RosyIsBlessed:
Not true. That's old voice. They are usually two. This current voice and the much deeper voice of bbn last year. They interchange each year.

If you say so. We all agree in my house that it’s Seyi’s voice.

Who else noticed that Seyi Awolowo (former BBN housemate) is the one speaking as big brother in this season?
Congrats Seyi on your new job!

Billionsclub:
I am a private school teacher but since the lockdown, I had to start doing home lessons for people just to make ends meet. I have two kids in my street, they are orphans. They are twins. They live with their grandmother who lives in a room apartment. These children have never been taught since the lockdown. I am praying for them seriously that God would raise helpers for them. But my mind has been disturbing to employ a home lesson teacher for them. I would have thought them personally but I can't because I move from home lesson to home lesson. I get home almost 7pm. I am thinking about employing a home lesson teacher for them this week. But I am scared that I may not have enough funds to take care of myself. The thought of these kids have refused to leave my mind. please what should I do?
pardon my typographical errors.

If you are a Christian this is my advice:
Release what you have towards the orphans and watch the Lord flood you with resources.
Please do not hold back in doing what the Lord has put in your heart.

The Russians finished work on the Antonov.
Miss my days in the city where these monstrous engines are produced.

E be like say Alexreports is into foreign based medical doctors.

Acknowledge the feeling but don’t give it verbal expression.

If possible express admiration for the person’s result and ask for help to achieve yours.

You will be totally surprised how easy you will achieve your desires by appreciating others and asking for help.

My dear nothing just happens. If they have it and you don’t, there’s definitely something they are doing differently.

I see God’s hand in this.

If your story is true, just know that the issue you had was not with an elder.
You encountered a terribly wicked spirit in human form. You need to go very close to God or else you will always experience such oppression in diverse settings.

I remember that ABS in Onitsha used to give news broadcasts in Igbo and Igala languages. I used to wonder then what was going on as an Igbo boy.

paxonel:
lie

I sincerely pray you get this gift.
When you do please let me know.

The gift of tongues is a powerful prayer tool.
Keep seeking God’s face sincerely and one day He will give you utterance.

Chuksmonika:
Things dey change oo,if in the unfortunate situation it lingers,NYSC may decide to add extra one month of service for batch B and C 2019,and even batch A 2020,dont forget that as at now,the are not doing the cardinal point of nysc which is Cds,so they may decide to extend the POP of batch b stream1 to july,instead of june,stream2 will be shifted to september,instead of august,Batch C stream 1&2 will be shifted to 1st and 2nd week of december instead of november which they should pass out,and batch A 2020 to first week of april 2021,adding one month and extra one month pay to corp members wont be a big deal...nobody cause Corona...you cant ask them to go home and come back for certificate,when their is lockdown,THIS is what i think may happen.

What do you think should be the fate of NYSC doctors, nurses and pharmacists that are currently serving the country actively even with the pandemic?

NYSC doctors, pharmacists and nurses are working full time.

Chai!!!!!
Innovation seems simple but it requires illumination from above.
Only few people have it and this boy is one of them.