₦airaland Forum

WeedSeller:
Ewo loshi*

Shift guy'..

Iffu no sabi wetin to type;nodey quote plp out of stolidity..

Waa..se o woju ni. O ti mugbo yo abi?
J'ekori e pe o!

WeedSeller:
This happens when " a part of d sperm is not well cooked"

As in... Are you okay?

Igbonoid:
I have closely observed that the yellobas and ewu-awusa are all confused and in fear of the momentum of the biafrans especially with the last protest.
I just want to make this clear no propaganda can stop Biafra from sailing so you all better get it into your heads.
I see fake threads writing how many people rejected/ denied the Biafra agitation let me tell you all the people on the street of south south/east want Biafra so all those people betraying the struggle are those who know Biafra won't be a safe heaven for them.
long live the land of the rising sun.

Yes, you can have it. Right in your dreams!

AngryNigerian:
We are watching....make una film no de like Event wen dem rush act finish, we still de wait for Season two till 2day

Yes, he will very much succeed as a house captain in kirikiri!

I must start saving. I could buy a house for 1million if you leave. I have an eye on one. A duplex!

Youcan have your freedom to agitate. All we want is your oil.

temigreat:
For over 1 hour now i have being trying to call ife mi but mtn keeps on saying am not allow to call the number what do they mean i have N100 in my line am just feed up of this mtn sh*t

That's hostage situation. They want you to talk to your government.

shantelrandy:
I have being dating this young guy for almost two years now,and seriously I will tell you that this young guy is good looking,tall, dark, and speaks well and runs his own graphic business. Jus now I just found out that he is a school drop out.
According to him, he said he graduated from AAU, and read civil engineering and every time I ask him wat did you graduate with he d say 2.1 but my instincts keep telling me that there's something his hidding from me, which I never gave up in finding out the truth.Right now we get talking and I forced him to tell me the truth which he d. Apart from all this he is a nice person and responsible.The issue here is that am seriously confuse whether to continue this relationship or not, cox he started it with lie and I don't think I can stay with a school drop out.His planning on marriage next two years, am in my final year,I don't know what to do.

What's the fuss. Seun is a drop out too

Nwaokoyemartin:
My Fiancee has Fibroid, how can we handle this? Please help. The last time I checked it was 8cm and it comes with symptoms, especially abdominal Pain. Should she operate? What do we do.

Is your fiancee a grandma already. Fibroid is so peculiar to women who have at any time pregnant, either retained to full term or aborted. Ask her if she's been on contraceptive pilss for long. O boy! Na bad market you dey price o!

ZeezaRapture:


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medoyin:
Loads of good husbands out there. Ask the woman questions, you will see where she "might" have got it wrong. I can see short courtship and they never got to know each other better.

Ladies, the point is, marry your FRIEND and don't rush into marriage under any disguise be it home, religion, age, money etc. Remember, you will bear the brunt if things turn around for worse..#mythought.

So, even those who were childhood friends, got married and still divorced. I know what I'm talking about.

rusher14:
Never to be downplayed.

If there is no safe muster point I guess school's off for today.


Yay! Let's go play football.

November fool. I guess

editor123:
By Bankole Omisore
Social media is an integral part of governance and leaders worldwide have accepted the need to maintain a social presence in one or more of the media platform to engage the electorate and further increase the conversations about governance.

Bukola Saraki in the House of Representatives
Bukola Saraki in the House of Representatives
Few weeks ago, Head of Public Policy for Facebook in Africa reached out to Senate President, Senator ABubakar Bukola Saraki A New Media Savvy individual to offer to help train Nigerian Senators and their aides on the effective use of the platform to build the communication gap between Nigerians and their legislators.
lt is interesting to note that since the inauguration of the 8th Assembly, Nigerian Senate has actively maintained social media platforms majorly, Facebook and Twitter. (www.facebook.com/Nigeriansenate) and (@NGRSENATE) on twitter in order to bring leģislature closer to Nigerians.

As a step in joining the global community in using the Social media platforms the right way, Head of Public Policy for facebook in Africa will be coming to Nigeria with some of her collagues to Train Nigerians Senators and their aides on EFFECTIVE use of the platform to engage Nigerians on formation of POLICIES and to get undiluted feedback from their constituents.
Recall that over the past few years, Senator Saraki as a Senator was able to get direct unfiltered feedback from his constituents and Nigerians at large on issues that directly affect their lives. I remember vividly a few instances such as the Save Bagega Campaign, which was the issue of lead poisoning in Zamfara and also #SaveAlice in Lagos who was attacked by her foreign employers, just to name a few occasions where people on social media have been able to get in touch directly with him as a Senator to get him to champion issu


http://www.theparadigmng.com/2015/11/13/facebook-to-train-nigerian-senators-on-how-to-use-the-platform/

Taaaaa! Any 10 year old can train them for free.

yoksy:
I've not really reached d point of being suicidal cos I know my future is bright n d baby in my womb is more of a comforter to me. am married for close to two yrs now my hubby has not been very healthy for close to a yr now, we just leave like roommates hardly any sexual activity but it was a blow to my face wen I came back from church on Sunday n saw a pill of Viagra 100 on my matrimonial bed n wen I checked his phone I saw his chat wit a girl inviting her to his guest house n denying he is married. after confronting his there was no remorse not even an explanation he is just pretending to b nice ( meanwhile am heavily pregnant but he cares less I care for my pregnancy n buy my babies stuff he sometimes even tell me he is not responsible for my pregnancy) please I need candid advice on wat to do. thanks.

Don't ever argue with him. Ask him for regular upkeep, if he refused, look for work and take care of yourself. Don't despair dress well and look delicious. People around him will draw his attentio n to his stupidity. Remain a good wife. Remember don't argue with him. There is no good husband out there.

esthel:
and u have to quote him

Then what shall we do with the quote button. Is it vestigial or for purpose.
What's your own sickness called?

lukmonadeola:
Hello guys, grab a seat and let’s hope no lady is reading this because this information is strictly for guys. I repeat this information is strictly for guys. Ladies, kindly walk out through the exit door by your left. Thank you.
*looks left and right, up and down, shuts door*.
So she has accepted to go out with you at last. You have fixed the day and time for your first date. You are anxious because you want to impress her. You want to leave a good impression because you know that first impression matters. You want to make her your bae, don’t you?
My brothers bring out your calculators, biros and sheets of paper, let’s do some calculations.
How much are you prepared to spend on the first date? What are the things that you would buy? Write them down…
You would probably end up with a list like this…..
Two plates of fried rice salad with chicken – N1400
Drinks of her favourite brand – N1500
Barbecued fish – N1000
Meatpie, fish pie, burger, Shawarma etc – N2000
Ice cream – N800
Take away food pack for her friends– N1200
Movie cinema ticket/popcorn – N3000
Expenses on a short visit to the shopping mall – N5000
Add up the figures and let’s see the total amount you have arrived at. Is that amount moderate or too high?
Well…..Let me ask you a question…….
Bro are you inviting her to come and gorge herself to death with food or do you want to get to know her better?
Now take up that sheet of paper and squeeze it. Tear it into tiny bits and throw them into the waste paper basket.
Sit down and let’s reason together.
What is your definition of a date?
The conventional meaning of a date appointment is a period of time when the man takes the woman out to a fancy restaurant, buys her food and watches her gobble it up. The man says nice things to her in a bid to impress her. At the end of the date he pays the bills hoping to get a peck from her as compensation for all his troubles. They leave the restaurant together and part ways, promising to meet some other time at some other venue.
*Yawns*
Aren’t restaurant dates too cliché and boring?
If you ask Dr Leroi, he would tell you that a date should be a period of time where the two parties share fun activities. Yes it should only be two parties!
Guys what should you do to a girl who turns up to a dinner date with all of her 12 girlfriends in tow? I think the best option is to run! Who wants to wash plates in a Tantalizers kitchen?*shrugs shoulders*
Drop your ego. Drop the “I need to impress her” attitude. It does not matter whether you are a millionaire, thousandnaire or hundrednaire, you can have a nice date experience spending only 200 naira. Most guys don’t know that a lady will prefer doing fun stuffs when hanging out with you rather than sitting down to lick an ice cream cone at an upscale fast food joint.
The D-day is here. You have to make adequate preparation.
Buy two bottles of chilled Zobo drink and a medium sized packet of cream crackers biscuit. That should cost you roughly N200 or N300 at most. Toss them inside a backpack and hang it on your back. This will serve as your date food.
The cool zobo drink helps to relieve high blood pressure and has low sugar content. The cream crackers biscuit is low in calories and is also a rich source of B complex vitamins. I am telling you bro, you will score major points on her score sheet when you turn up a bottle of zobo drink and a packet of cream crackers. It will send a strong signal that you are a caring guy who is concerned about her healthy dieting. However if she slaps you when you present these snacks to her, please don’t take it personal. Just know that she is feigning anger to cover up her over excitement. Okay?
Arrange for a takeoff point for the date. It could be her place or a public place in the city.
Go and look for a bicycle. You can hire one for the occasion, then show up at the takeoff point with the bicycle.
Hey don’t give me that weird look, yes I meant a bicycle, the one with a passenger seat. Don’t go with your car! The bicycle must be in good condition o. It should not be the creaky ones with long disjointed spokes that can pierce her soft skin.
She will be definitely surprised to see you with a bicycle. Tell her that you are trying something new for a change. Ask her to hop onto the bike for a ride with you.
The lady will find the offer ridiculous but at the same time she will be curious and excited because you are leading her to an adventure. She will sit on the bicycle’s seat after a while.
Err…my brother before she hops in, make sure that she is not the overweight type that will deflate the bicycle’s tires. If someone’s daughter falls down and dislocates her waist, you are on your own! Your date will be turned to hate. So use the bicycle procedure only for a slim babe.
If you don’t have access to a bicycle, use a motor bike or if the girl is too fat don’t worry, your feet will do just fine. Convince her to take a stroll with you to your chosen destination.
Take a really long walk in one direction, passing through streets, neighbourhoods, checking out things along the way.
As you both stroll or ride on, you have to be funny to get her attention. Crack a couple of jokes that will keep her laughing or else she would suddenly ask herself “what the heck am I doing on this bicycle?”. If you allow such thoughts to gain entry into her head, that will be the beginning of the end of your date. Please remember to keep your jokes nice and civil. Let your jokes not be the dry as harmattan Akpos jokes. Okay?
While she is still laughing her heart out to your wisecracks, quietly ask her to help you choose a good shirt in a nearby boutique. She will jump at the offer.
This is because you are putting yourself up as the little boy who wants mama to help him choose a good shirt since he can’t decide for himself. Women love this power. She wouldn’t know that you are using reverse psychology on her.
When you both enter the shop, you should do a bit of window shopping. Move from one clothing rack to the other gazing at the clothes on display. Please bro don’t allow her to wander into the female clothes and accessories section. When you notice her eyes straying towards that section, put your arms round her shoulders and gently lead her away because if she gets in there and stays there for five minutes, your N200 naira budget will be grossly inadequate and you will have explain to her why you can’t buy her that silver necklace!
She will help you choose a nice shirt. Don’t pay for that shirt right there and then. Walking into the boutique was part of your strategy to have a fun time with her. You must follow your strategy to the end. You can always go back later to the shop to buy and pick up the shirt! Are we still on the same page?
Ride away with her this time to a public park. Choose a section of the park that has some privacy and open your backpack bringing out your “picnic box”.
You both will discover that the Zobo drink and cream crackers biscuit will taste extra great because you two are having a simple fun-time. “Life is simple but we insist on making it complicated”….isn’t that a quote from the great philosopher Confucius?
Use that opportunity to take as many selfies as possible with each other. If she is really having a good time, she would make the following faces for the pictures: duck face, tongue hanging from mouth face, pouting face, frog face, doll face and a variety of facial expressions known only to the female species as you snap away.
You will realize that you would not have been that happy and free spirited if you were to be in a cinema watching an over-hyped movie that you both don’t really care about.
In the course of your chit chat let her know that you are a novice at cooking and that you can only boil water for eba. Ask her to help you out with some cooking recipes and tips. My brother, i am telling you she will take it upon herself to educate you. She will see you as the poor boy who can’t cook to save his life and needs urgent help from mama. She will even want to cook a sample dish for you. This will end up with her visiting your place to show you how to slice the vegetable leaves, and when to pour in the pepper and crayfish in the soup pot.
But if she declines to visit you, don’t stress it. Overtime she will naturally fix a convenient date on her own Honda accord.
Guys there you have it. Both of you are enjoying the date. You have been able to pull it off without breaking into a bank. You have broken the dating stereotype.
If you pull this off successfully, she would be the one to call you up for a second date.

What is your sickness called?

Jerrychanana:
@ the completion of online registration

Thanks, lastly. Must all the referees be academic.

sedorph:
Fello Nairalaners, gudday, I wish to setup a school in d western part of the country precisely osogbo (secondary school; JS1-SS3). Plz can anybody give me a rough estimate of my needs and dose requirements I need to meet to kickstart d school. Please I will be awaiting any pooositive responce and I will be glad to have one.

So that you destroy the lives of the students with half-baked teaching. I av sEen a school churning out science students without a single test tube and practically to practical class.
Go get a job cos I will never encourage you.

Jerrychanana:
U'll be required to submit any credential together with d printed registration slip

Will the registration slip be generated after payment and logging in or at the completion of online registration.
I fully appreciate your assistance. Its been very useful.

Jerrychanana:
All certificates are needed for admission processing including NYSC discharge certificate. & by that April, admission must have been rolling in that time.

Hi, I hope to go to ife myself to buy the pin and at the same time submit the credentials ahead. What do you think?

Mzflexydeeva:
Please I need all the info I can get on OAU postgraduate......

OAU PG APPLICATION has commenced. Google OAU NETQUE. Goodluck!

felixtoba:
Pls I need job to survive. I'm a graduate of Mathematics Education from Adekunle Ajasin University, Ondo State. I'm good in administrative work and I also know more about photography and general computing. I reside in ibadan. Pls help

I av been there before: get a place however manageable, use a laptop and a photosmart printer. Start a mini biz centre. You must find a way to source these from family and friends. You start earning from day one thru passport photograph aand general computer works. Strive to get these materials till you find a suitable alternative I lknow it won't be easy but focus to get them. You can even work from home and going out for marketing to source works from school. Make sure you get advanced payments for any work. That will help you to eat well and fill your pocket.

Beremx:
it took me pains to read the whole story. Do you have to quote the whole article?

Gosh!

Its a habit. Die hard as they say. Sorry!

oderemo:
@newborn2, must u qoute the essay b4 writing 2 lines.
Damn.

I am sorry, it won't repeat itself.

Lobeez:
Fellow Nigerians, let me tell you about my James Bond stunts in this season of the sensational SPECTRE movie. Yes. The news of the arrest of former strong woman of Nigeria’s Petroleum Ministry, Mrs Diezani Alison-Madueke in London had hit the airwaves like thunderbolt. No member of President Goodluck Jonathan’s government held the nation spellbound like Madame Diezani. Controversy dogged her every step just as she spawned loads of salacious gossip. She is a newsmaker per excellence.


For starters, Madame Diezani is a paragon of beauty. She’s also very simple but chic and elegant in dressing and appearance. At 54, she would give our much younger ladies a run for their money in the prettiness stakes. She is intelligent to boot and boasts a decent academic pedigree. She is that hot and even her most vociferous critics agree that she combines brains with beauty. Add to that is her marriage to retired Rear Admiral Allison Amaechina Madueke, a former Chief of Naval Staff which boosted her national and political profile.


The only problem was the almost unanimous belief that she had abused her privileged position and appurtenances of office in the discharge of her ministerial duties. It was reported that billions of dollars literally disappeared under her watch. She was under intense heat and scrutiny throughout her reign but seemed unrattled and unfazed by the deluge of dirt splashed at her from every direction. She stayed invincible and definitely unshakeable to the end.


Her firm grip on the President was palpable. It was a subject of discussions everywhere. There were rumours of constant clashes with the former First Lady, Dame Patience Faka Jonathan. No one really knew the true story. Mrs Alison Madueke did not help matters by studiously ignoring the lurid pictures painted of her. She rarely granted interviews and when she did, hardly responded to the monumental gist from unrelenting talebearers.


I always wished to have a one-on-one interview with our own Alice in Wonderland or Cleopatra, if you like. Such is the nature of gargantuan fables around this mythical lady. She is the dream of every celebrity reporter. A nice interview and some photo-shoot as icing would be no mean achievement. There are few women in her mould anywhere at any time.


I had studied her trajectory to determine what makes her tick. She was born with silver spoon to the family of Chief Frederick Abiye and Mrs Beatrice Oyete Agama in the garden city of Port Harcourt and grew up in the Shell Camp where she schooled and learnt to speak both English and Dutch. She wasn’t a regular kid like most of us. The way her life was suddenly disrupted at Shell Camp she says would later inform her philosophy during her time as Petroleum Minister. Her family was unceremoniously evicted from the Shell Camp because her father dared to question the promotion process of Nigerians by Shell. She believes that Nigerians must occupy and enjoy the resources God has blessed us with and accordingly she sought to empower Nigerians as a principle, she claims.


The young Miss Agama studied Architecture in England and then at the renowned Howard University in the United States where she graduated. She later obtained an MBA from Cambridge University. She worked at Shell, following in her father’s footsteps, and rose to become its first female Director. The first part of her life story ends there.


The second part begins with her stint in the government of Nigeria where she managed several important ministries including Mines, Works and Transport and finally Petroleum, the chicken that lays the golden eggs. Once she got the juiciest portfolio in the land she was transformed from an Angel to being labelled a femme fatale, a nomenclature that has stuck to her like flies to palmwine. Political opponents of President Jonathan blamed her for all the sins of omission and commission of that Government and she really never was able to keep her head under the parapet. This is why she is in hot demand by reporters, local and international, alike.


Anything about Madame Diezani makes news and goes viral. We met only once at a public function hosted by Alhaji Aliko Dangote in Abuja. We spoke very briefly and she was going to give me her telephone contact but a personal aide intervened and promised to send it to me but never did. So I missed interviewing her. I had loads of satanic questions to ask her and was unsure of how she would have reacted, with calm or fury, but I would have thoroughly enjoyed that auspicious moment as I am sure would have been my readers.


Anyway, the dream never materialised. I simply shrugged my shoulders and moved on. After the demise of the Jonathan government, I assumed it was goodbye to a good story but man proposes and God disposes. I was sitting quietly at home when the news of Mrs Alison-Madueke’s arrest exploded like a bomb. Social media instantly caught fire. We were regaled with tales of how she was captured at home by the London Metropolitan Police for money laundering running into atrocious and unimaginable sums of cash. Some reports said she was planning to buy a property worth billions of pounds in London and even gave a famous address. Those who know London fairly well immediately doubted the veracity of such claims but anything is believable in this season of anomie.


We were later informed by the National Crime Agency (NCA) that arrested her, that only £27,000 pounds was recovered and that she had been released on bail. Then came reports that the energetic EFCC in Nigeria had also invaded her home in Abuja and we imagined this invasion must have been well choreographed and perfectly co-ordinated by the governments of Nigeria and Britain only for NCA to tell us this wasn’t so.


My interest in speaking to Madame Diezani by all means was re-ignited. I was greatly saddened by the dearth of investigative journalism in our clime. I remembered with nostalgia our days at Concord Press of Nigeria, owned by the late Chief Moshood Kashimawo Olawale Abiola. I had a flashback to the Weekend Concord days when that paper broke all records by publishing endless scoops and I earned repeated accolades from my Editor, and boss for life, Mr Mike Awoyinfa, for the manner I gained incredible access to very important personalities and topical news.


My dream is for Nigerian media to return to those halcyon days and it is not too difficult to achieve. What it takes is for us to have credible journalists who can manage stories responsibly without using media power to terrorise or witch-hunt anyone no matter their personal views or political ideology. A seasoned journalist knows that facts are sacred! Proper investigative reporters have access to even terrorists and rabid insurgents for this reason. However in Nigeria, we tend to reflect our prejudices in the stories we write. Such bias should be reserved for opinions and editorial pages.


Back to Mrs Alison-Madueke, the more I read the conflicting and contradictory reports the more I wished someone could penetrate the seemingly impregnable wall erected by our leaders to get the news behind the news. There were reports that Madame Diezani was battling with the much dreaded breast cancer. Not a few said she was merely pretending in order to escape justice. I wondered aloud how nice it would be to find a journalist who could be trusted with this massive story and bring us face to face with one of Africa’s biggest newsmakers.


About the same period, I was spending sometime seeking treatment for cataracts in London and this gave me the opportunity to investigate the Diezani conundrum myself. I made calls to several credible sources including a close lawyer friend who has a solid reputation in such matters. First, I confirmed that, contrary to the belief that she was feigning her illness, she was actually receiving treatment for a most chronic and aggressive form of breast cancer. She had undergone surgery and chemotherapy on several occasions and was being prepared for radiotherapy. Indeed, she had slipped into both natural and induced coma which lasted five days on July 28, as steroids she was receiving had inadvertently raised her sugar level abysmally. Her doctors declared her condition a near-miss. All my sources said it would be unfair and unthinkable for a reporter to invade her privacy in that state.


I believed the world deserves to hear from her, for good or for bad, and so never gave up my dream of getting exclusive access to Nigeria’s most talked about woman. My tenacity paid off two nights ago as I came face to face with Mrs Alison-Madueke at a secret location in London. My bosom friend had called to say someone had mentioned to her that I was critically on her case. Madame Diezani had wondered why a known and certified critic of the Jonathan Administration would want to interview her but was told that despite my opposition to their regime I remained one of the most objective writers in Nigeria. She told my female contact that she reads Pendulum and was impressed at the level of maturity often displayed even when she disagreed with my views. However, Madame Diezani was particularly worried that even in the throes of a most debilitating ailment, she was still being virulently attacked by her fellow citizens.


I told my source that without being judgmental, I think she should understand that many Nigerians believe she and the government she served had brought untold hardship upon the generality of Nigerians especially through the mismanagement of the main source of revenue in our country. She may know better than the rest of us but it is up to her to tell her story. Those who will believe are waiting to hear while those who won’t may never subscribe to her defence. What is important is for her to purge her soul and where necessary offer sincere apologies and penitence.


I was stunned when I got a call from my contact: “are you available to meet Mrs Diezani Alison-Madueke on Thursday evening at a private location in London?” I don’t know how many reporters would miss such humongous opportunity. My response was an instant, yes. I was told the location would be communicated to me one hour to the appointed time. That was fine by me.
The only one I could trust to drive me on such a mission was my wife accompanied by her younger sister. We got to the venue almost dead on time and scanned the vicinity. Having read too many James Hadley Chase novels in my school days, I expected to see some unobtrusive bodyguards around if I looked well. I imagined I was right when I saw a dark stocky man in suit prancing about furtively and restlessly. I pressed a buzzer as instructed and the main door swung open. I approached one of the elevators as directed and headed to a particular apartment where my contact opened the door even before I knocked, and ushered me in.
I didn’t see my interviewee but only a fair lady, who looked vaguely familiar. I took a comfortable position and waited with bated breath. I was undergoing a stream of consciousness at supersonic speed. Where is Madame Diezani? Will she meet me or chicken out? Would she open up or just whet my appetite for nothing? How will I ask my satanic questions and in what order? What can I do to make her relax and pour out her heart? Can she trust anyone with her story in her present condition and state of mind?


I was in this interior monologue when Madame Diezani herself sauntered in. I stood up to greet her as she stretched out her hand. “My name is Diezani, the most misunderstood and abused Nigerian…” I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I was perturbed and disturbed. The Diezani before me was not the ebullient woman I used to see on television and in newspapers. Her head had become a Sahara desert of sorts almost totally bald with a sprinkle of freshly growing hair all grey. She requested to sit on a classroom chair as her back was hurting badly and she could not sit so low. Wow, what a terrible time she must be having, I almost screamed out but cautioned myself. Sitting across from me was a woman who was a shadow of herself, almost like an apparition or ghost. I’m sure she saw the horror in my face.


I knew I had to tread gingerly so as not to ignite trouble. I expressed sympathy about her battle with cancer. I told her I was one of the doubting Thomases and wished her God’s mercy and miracle having seen her shocking state. She summarised how her ordeal started and that moment when her worst nightmare was diagnosed. As she spoke she belched and gasped intermittently, a by-product of the aggressive treatment she’s been receiving. I was visibly worried at a point thinking she may end up in an ambulance if care was not taken. The other lady I met earlier soon came out from wherever and insisted we must stop but Madame Diezani was just getting into the flow of our chit-chat. We were told to round up in five minutes by this chaperone.


I fired shots at her in staccato fashion and raced through my questions. I wanted to cover enough grounds before she returns to hospital after this weekend. I asked about Jonathan, Chris Aire, Kola Aluko and others linked to her in business transactions and otherwise. She said as much as she possibly could in the little time available and promised to say more later. The fair lady soon returned to stop our session. I would have been atrociously wicked to ask for more time though I felt she was in the mood to talk. She stood up delicately and she and the two ladies with her disappeared into the cold night…

http://www.thisdaylive.com/articles/on-the-trail-of-madame-diezani/224952/

I won't buy it. I'm too sophisticated to believe in such arrangee interview. Dele, choose your audience carefully!

avicky:
Hmmmm. To avoid stories that touch the heart, you can to Ife to buy it.

Pls, is that suppose to mean that even in previous applicAtions, no one actually bought the pin outside of ife?

folks4luv:
Married? Nay, am not

Why now? Mail me bjikuomola@yahoo.com

delishpot:
No drop of blood. Now.........go ahead and get that pound of flesh and lets move on

I don't need your encouragement. No thanks. Sonboleson!

teeboila:
I love Nigeria even though the country have done little or nothing to merit the love but it is an unconditional love. It makes me think what i will do if given the chance to run the affairs of this country just for 24hours, i will simply do the following

1) Increase corper allowance to 45k/month
2) Cancel fixed charges by electricity distributing companies
3) reduce price of petrol to #40/litre
4) create a social welfare package to all enemployed graduate of 20k/month
5) free MB for Nigerians to browse all through my stay in office



FEEL FREE TO ADD YOUR OWN OR LIST WHAT YOU WILL DO IF YOU HAVE SUCH OPPORTUNITY

Detain all the mods here without trial. My pound of flesh

FemiFaniKayode:
Tell me how you have time to remain unproductive and senile?

Is that suppose to be an insult or slip of keypad?