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After all the University stress plus NYSC, how much did your first employer pay you? Was it worth it?

Friendship Goals

Friendship no be for mouth oo!

Most of us find it hard to support a friend's business or ideas.

Encourage? Mbanu!!
Comment? No way! (Na you busy pass).
Share? Next life (what is he/she feeling like sef?)

You will be reading, accessing, castigating and forming ghost mode, are you a ghost?

You only share if it is your Pastor or Imam's post (eye service pipu)

We hear your voice the loudest when the business is failing (fake sympathy/bad bele pipu)

You only call when you want free consultation (awoof pipu)

Share your friends idea, encourage their business, click on Adverts it won't kill you!! Contribute your quota, merit that awoof!! Change this year oo!!

NB: my Nikkyivyblog Family no follow Sha. I trust my people

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We met in December last year through a friend. By the second week, he was inlove so I fell in love too.

Their firm had downsized so he had lost his job before we met. Since I have a comfortable job and my needs are few I didn't mind. I promised to be on the lookout for vacancies. Ten days to Christmas he was off the radar. I could not reach him on his mobile number. I drove to his house and met him miserable. He had lost his phone and could not afford a befitting phone. It was way out of his financial league. I was inlove and had little money to spare, so we rushed to a shop. He loved my Samsung Galaxy so I got him one that was slightly higher and more expensive than mine. He was happy again, drove me back and borrowed my car keys for the weekend.

By the second week of January he was back with another tale. This time he was attacked by bandits. They cleared his house of all furniture and he could not replace because a friend he lent some money had refused to pay up. My man was broke, sad and needed my assistance again. My generous heart fell for it and my little salary was split in two. We bought furniture for our house since I was spending most of my weekend at his place.

I forgot to mention that he claimed his birthday was on the 31st of January and since he always celebrated it every year, it would be a taboo not to do so this year because according to him; "his friends would guess he was cash trapped and would laugh at us..."

At that time, my account was beeping. This guy was milking me dry and all I ever got in return was dull sex, when he was in the mood, and my picture gracing his Facebook page as his Mummy boo ...

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For me, anybody that says; being pregnant is normal for women and only the first baby is usually tough for a young mother should be re-evaluated.

It was my second baby and it felt like my body was falling apart. My waist was on fire, my nostrils were leaking and my husband and I always spent the better part of every night trying to get me comfortable enough to fall asleep. My son had gotten tired of being snapped at for diving into our bed and upsetting mummy and his sister, so his room had become his best refuge.

That morning, I woke up and my body refused to listen to the alarm in my head. I tried to encourage myself to adhere to my usual schedule of waking up early, making breakfast while waiting for my hubby and our son to roll out of bed, they loved having breakfast in their PJ's; but my bloated body refused to obey the simple command. To make matters worse, it was a cold morning and the warmth of the room could make anyone purr. I refused to open my eyes and buried myself under the heavy duvet.

I felt him move beside me and knew it was time to get out of bed, but my body refused to respond. I must have dozed off again and we were eating at the dinning table when something soft nibbled and stayed on my lips. I moaned and held on to the softness I would recognize even in my dreams but it drew back and my eyes flew open. I was still in bed!

My husband smiled down at me. his gaze lingered on my lips. It dawned on me that he was already dressed and I could perceive a strangely delicious aroma very close to my pillow.

“Good morning honey. You look better today."

"What time is it?" I yawned. My bloated stomach growled. This baby can eat sha, I thought hungrilly.

"Time for breakfast. Oya get up, I made your favorite.”

“You…what?” I hurriedly sat up and almost toppled the tray he had placed by the bedside table. So that was the source of the aroma. I eyed the tray apprehensively.

“Easy easy...” He laughed while steadying the tray.

My husband cooked? Unbelievable! He only knows how to boil water and cover a slice of bread with jam, so how and where did he learn how to cook? I was dazed when he placed a plate of instant noodles covered in tomato sauce on my lap which was still under the duvet with a proud grin on his face. I stared at the plate with reservation. The noodles looked unfriendly. I wanted to ask a lot of questions but the love in his eyes, made me shelve my thoughts.

“You were so tired and after the waist pain of last night I decided to help with breakfast.” His grin deepened and my love for him swelled up; my eyes became teary. I felt so undeserving of his love.

“I am sorry I could not make you breakfast…but what of junior?” I blinked away the tears.

“That kid. He said he was not hungry yet he ate three slices of bread and took two packs of biscuits and a bottle of Juice to school for lunch. Don’t worry, the school bus was early today.” He shook his head and sat down at the foot of the bed.

I reached for the glass of water and took a sip. If only I could claim I was not hungry like my son. Sincerely I had lost my appetite. Even my stomach that had been yearning for food since I woke up suddenly went mute. Slowly replacing the cup as if I was in a slow motion movie, I picked a silverware and smiled at him.

“What of yours?”

“Not hungry.”

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you in my life?”

“Yes, every day. Now eat before it gets cold and I have five minutes to stay with you before I leave.”

I grinned, said a quiet prayer, scooped the noodles and dumped them in my protesting mouth. My eyes widened;

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Optional09:
I agree with you OP but that will not satisfy their agenda.

I'm trying to believe there is no agenda for now

Ehmm I suddenly got tired of this Fulani cattle issue and the new mandate on establishing colonies for cattle in different states of the federation.

It is no secret that Dubai was transformed from a local desert to a global player. So I ask; why can't our government do the same in the North?

Once we have a Northern region that can boast of reasonable pasturable land and green vegetation, in simple English; enough grasses for the cattle, no Fulani would bother to travel to another state with his cattle. All the Northern governors can pull resources together to achieve this with the help of the Federal government. The private sector can also key into this.

Second suggestion:

Instead of forcing states to establish colonies, the Eastern and Southern states can invest in grasses. They can sell grasses to the North (no need for grass importation) while the North would continue to sell tomatoes, cattle, beef and any other produce to the Eastern and Southern parts of Nigeria. Besides we all pay good money for the cattle so we can sell grasses as well. It will be a win-win situation for all.

If this is done, everyone stands to gain and from the comfort of our states, more revenue will be generated for Nigeria and the states. No need to move cattle up and down the country in search of colonies. No need for tribal and ethnic clashes (besides not everyone loves beef).

I strongly believe the above suggestions will not only help to douse the tension being generated by the issue of establishing cattle colonies in states that are not interested in having them but will go a long way to develop the Northern part of this country and also create employment for the youths.

My humble solutions to all these long grammar.

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As a child, I refused to play with any toy. I preferred playing with my peers because in my young mind; it felt like being trapped.

Most people had reservations about toys until they were introduced to toys that could stimulate and please. But how do we feel about having a life size doll with artificial intelligence as a pleasure or sex partner? Simply put, these dolls are able to have conversations and do more than the usual portable erotic toy that most people have become used to over the years. With their arrival, the vibrators and dildos suddenly became kiddies toys.

No matter how hard we try to speak in hushed tones about them; push the matter off the table or deny their existence, their birth has been announced and soon, judging by the spike in the number of people who have been using their portable predecessors, the mixed feelings and denial with which they are being welcomed would soon be a thing of the past. They are with us already and as with many controversial sexual issues like; same sex marriage, many people would openly accept them while many more would have them concealed probably because of societal pressures. Eventually, most of us would learn to accept them or be forced to live with their existence.

Whether they would be able to replace our natural companions is a question nobody can answer just yet. But the truth is that they now have a permanent space in most bedrooms in developed countries and are gradually replacing their handy and portable predecessors.

As I conducted my research on this tornado progressively sweeping through nations we consider developed, many questions raced through my dazed mind when I watched that doll have a normal conversation with a human on social media;

- Are Nigerians ready for this revolution?
- Going by our Laws, will the use of life size sex dolls or toys be legal in Nigeria?
- Will our laws be able to control the lascivious crave for these toys?
- What of the Same-Sex Marriage Prohibition Act, will the show of same sex amorous relationship directly or indirectly between a man/woman and an adult toy of the same sex constitute a violation of this Act?
- Does owning and deriving sexual pleasure from an adult sex doll/toy constitute an indecent act under our sexual Offenses Act?
- Is Nigeria going to embrace this revolution or is it too early to deliberate on them and amend our laws?
- Is it morally right for a Christian to purchase, own and use an adult toy for sexual pleasure?
- Will the combined effort of Christians and Muslims be enough to withstand this grand move to gradually replace the natural way of consummation?

Whether they are illegal or immoral, the reality is that more people are no longer introverted or reluctant to show off their pleasure toys. Hopefully, we will not see a future where many more would be willing to be legally joined in wedlock with their pleasure or sex dolls.

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If you were the whistle blower that was paid N421Million what would you do with the money?

HtwoOw:
It's not like there's background check data base in NG

we might not have the database in Nigeria but we have our ways. my dear make sure you make inquiries. Ask questions to avoid had i known

They are our house helps, drivers, gate men/guard and sometimes the regular handyman who fixes broken pipes and any other broken item in our homes or the sweet lady who does your household shopping. They are usually very helpful, cheap or affordable, if you prefer. We have tight schedule and can't imagine life without them.

But the big question is; Can you trust them? Can you sleep peacefully with that stranger in your home? Did you even check him or her out before making them permanent members of your home? Were you too busy to conduct a proper check or too excited at the cheap labor that you forgot to ask for a guarantor? Are you sure they are not ex-convicts, pedophiles, murderers, kidnappers or terrorists?

Okay okay, someone wants to quote verses from the Holy Bible and Quran for me. Yeah, I know the gospel of Matthew 25:35 says; “For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me" and the Quran in 107:1-3 also says; "Have you seen him who belies the rewards and punishments of the Hereafter? He it is who drives away the orphan and does not urge giving away the food of the poor."

I concur with your argument but never forget that Christians and Muslims alike are mandated to be vigilant. 1Peter 5:8 states; "Be of sober spirit, be on the alert Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour."

The Quran also emphasized the importance of vigilance; "Stay vigilant. The closer you get to Allah, the harder Satan works to make you fall..." (Look up the verse, I can't be doing everything for you ...clearing my throat)

Please, do not play God. Wicked people are prowling all over so do not be devoured. Refuse to fall for their antics, refuse to lose your faith. Vigilance, especially in this season is not to be overlooked. Be charitable but be cautious. Well, that's if you do not want to end up like other victims of house help violence murder. For those victims, taking in or employing a stranger turned out to be a nightmare for their loved ones and their funeral.

Trust your guts, do the right thing and run that check today. If you are feeling jittery and unsafe with them, then it is probably unsafe. Do not ignore the little tell tale signs. Be vigilant, be safe and never be a victim.

It was 3am and my heart was pounding out of control as I took another step towards that door. My plan was simple: charge into the room, take out the enemy and rescue my bride. A surprised opponent is already half-defeated and whoever had been making all that ruckus in my mansion was obviously not expecting me to be awake.

With my gun aimed at the door, I inched closer. The foamy rugs hushed my approaching footsteps. Sweat streamed down my tense face, through the soft hairs on my bare chest to the band's of my PJ. Charging into the room might put my bride at risk, was the thought that raced through my bemused mind. If whoever was making her yelp like that had not already hurt her, then rushing into the room might make them harm her. I hesitated.


"Call Tolu", a voice whispered. I suddenly got the intense urge to call Tolu, my best friend and accomplice. Tolu was our marksman back in the days and had carried out solo raids. He always had a solution. We had fought many wars together and he was my best man at my wedding. Calling Tolu would mean waiting and listening to the painful groans coming from the closed door was turning a fist in my chest. Patience is not my best virtue and waiting for anyone before rescuing my wife was out of the question. I hurriedly headed down the dimly lit corridor and the door. Just then, the noise stopped.

I must confess that I had never felt so frightened and confused. Reaching deeply within me for the last shred of courage, I tiptoed towards the closed polished wooden door and possibly my wife's corpse. The sweat flowing down my face blurred my vision, but the vivid image of my wife's lifeless body added wings to my bare feet. I placed a sweaty palm on the door knob and exhaled slowly through my parted lips, somehow my nostrils had stopped functioning. My heart was pounding in my ears as I took a step backwards like a detective about to charge into a room filled with drug lords in one of the numerous foreign movies I had seen. I was about to count up to three when the door opened. I jumped back and aimed my gun at the figure by the door. A figure I know so well.

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Some Nigerians can form eh

I was in a cool and expensive restaurant when two young men walked in with two ladies. It turned out I grew up with one of the men. The other young man, a full blooded Nigerian had this American accent and kept on saying "whor" meaning "what" I guess, to everything we said. He claimed that he could not understand our grammar. Our mutual friend became the translator. I didn't mind oh. Besides it could be his first time in Naija, wetin concern me.

They joined my table, placed their orders and half way through their meal, they encouraged the girls to order for some more. The girls did not waste a second. Trust Naija girls. Besides, who no like awoof?

We were ready to go when the waiter brought the bill. Our foreign brother provoked, forgot his translator, the fake drawl an contested the heavy bill. The waiter stood his ground and he yelled vehemently at the poor boy in almost perfect pidgin English. I was very embarrassed.

This kind of attitude gets on my nerves. I don't know why most Nigerians are ashamed of sounding like Nigerians. It turned out that this guy only spent a year in UK, came back and started sounding like an American. It is still okay to emulate any race, but please try not to deride innocent citizens who are proud of their mother tongue and roots. Most of us find it really hard to teach our kids our native dialect. I have witnessed a mother flog her child for speaking their mother tongue.

Biko nu, Abeg, Please we need to be proud of our respective identities. If you have been living in denial then this is a wake up call. Stop forming or pretending to be what you are not because no matter how hard you try or pretend, you will always be a Nigerian.


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I received this Email from a Fan and it made a lot of difference

Dear Nikky,

After reading your article on Spousal murder, I felt it imperative to add my voice to yours by boldly pointing out that SPOUSAL MURDER IS NOT A NIGERIAN THING. I am a Nigerian, a husband and a father. I have been married to my wife for seven years. In all these seven years, I am proud to say that I have never lifted a finger against her, I have been a loving, caring, stable and by God’s grace and in the words of my wife; “a super-wonderful husband and father”.

That is why I take exception to articles and stories all over the web painting Nigerian men as uncaring, callous and wife-hating husbands.

Every marriage has its ups and downs but it takes a real man to keep the flag of his marriage flying. Like every married couple, we have had our set-backs, temptations and misunderstandings but in the midst of them, we never lost sight of our love and commitment to each other. We always found a way to settle and have always pulled through together as a family.

People are always too eager to celebrate evil while Good is seen as INADEQUATE, NOT TRENDY, NOT IN VOGUE or OUT DATED. It is hard to find stories of men who are great husbands and fathers, men who love and celebrate their wives and would rather starve just to ensure that the kids have something to eat.The fact that...

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Mirabel is a hardworking and zealous staff of a popular company who has passed up promotions at work simply because it would expose her to public speaking and attending of meetings on behalf of the organization. According to her, she has run out of excuses for rejecting her merited promotion, so her next plan is to find another job that would not put her anywhere in front of a crowd. Her words reminded me of how I used to be.

I used to be afraid of failing at anything or being humiliated in public. I just had to be perfect and nothing short of it. Giving me a speech to read at an event meant sleepless nights. A night before the event; I would become concerned that I would become visibly anxious, I would keep on counting down the hours and going over my speech a zillion times. On the day of the event, sitting for any meal would be a problem, my breathing and heart rate would accelerate, I would lose my voice and my hands would shake uncontrollably. I would convince myself that the whole thing was going to be a failure and I would end up being laughed at. In order to avoid experiencing any form of stress or anxiety because of unknown humiliation, I would flee from any meeting just to avoid being selected and freezing in front of strangers. It was easier to stay away completely. Yeah, it was that bad.

I am not a doctor but experience has taught me that excessive anxiety makes you uneasy, fearful, and apprehensive. It negatively affects your life, thus preventing you from reaching your full potential. Anxiety prevents you from setting yourself free and living a fulfilled life. Your life becomes stagnant...


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Our honeymoon night was perfect. It was at our new home, a mansion from my dad. A look at my brides face confirmed that I had lived up to her expectations and if not for exhaustion, we would have stayed awake all through the night. As I watched my celebrity wife fall asleep in my arms, I felt like a man who had won the lotto. I got married to every man’s dream wife and also remained the heir to my dad’s vast wealth. I was indeed a happy and fulfilled man. Before long, I also slept off with a heart filled with joy and a great sense of accomplishment.

It was at the early hours of the morning that a strange sound woke me up. I shot out of bed like a bullet and hastily reached for the gun I had tucked away behind the bedside cabinet. But the light under the bathroom door distracted me. I blinked in the darkness and reached instead for my phone. The time was 3am. I could remember turning off all the lights in the room because my bride had insisted on conjugating in the dark and I had wanted to please her, so who could have turned the lights back on?


I was still trying to reactivate my brain when the crashing sound became louder and chaotic. The sound was from the bathroom and it suddenly dawned on me that someone had broken into my mansion! Slowly pulling off the heavy duvet, I decided to get my bride to safety before accosting whoever the intruder was. Instinctively, I reached out beside me to wake her up, but her side was empty. I was alone in bed...

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Its February again, I must confess that this year is quite fast…anyway, welcome to the month of Love. My prayer is that everyone gets to experience true love this month and always.

As usual, it is that time of the year again. Time to celebrate love, time for flowers, chocolates, proposals, everything red and our very own Valentine Love Splash!

So, do you want to be part of our Valentine Love Splash this Year? Have you sent in your inspirational love stories yet? Do you think your story is drab and boring? Hey, just let me worry about that. It’s my duty to turn your Boring story into a Bestseller.

To be part of this opportunity, simply write and send your real love story to nikyjone@gmail.com and I will publish it on my blog; Nikkyivyblog@.com

Start writing that story today! I can’t wait to read and share them.

I Love You all!!

chynie:
the annoying part is that the men cheat with pride as if is their right to f**k all puxxy before they die

And no one gets to raise an eyebrow at them

I get pissed off when unruliness becomes the order of the day and Law Officers who are supposed to maintain Law and Order in our society look the other way. Why would a man escape being charged to court for humiliating his wife and forcing her to walk the street nude just because she cheated on him?

I will never encourage infidelity or the breaking of a promise to be faithful and sexually exclusive, but forcing another man’s daughter or the mother of your children to parade the street naked because of your broken heart or battered ego is demeaning, barbaric, definitely unacceptable, unlawful and an offense.

The reality is that being a brute and tarnishing that woman’s image will never make you feel any better and you won’t be the first to be cheated on. Whoever does that to anyone should be locked up behind bars.

I used to think it was a Nigerian thing because I have read numerous stories of heart broken husbands who, after catching their wives in the act of infidelity, decided to punish them by stripping them naked and parading them either alone or with their lovers on the street in the view of everyone even children; the things we expose our kids to…sigh .

I was surprised when I read the News of a New York man who allegedly forced his wife to parade the street nude while he videoed her. Her crime was that he caught her sexting seven other men . Okay, it is not peculiar to Nigeria, the New York man did the same thing most Nigerian men are guilty of, but unlike these Nigerian men, he turned himself in and was arraigned on charges of Choking, Endangering the welfare of a child, Coercion and Assault. In fact the video which went viral was so disturbing it prompted a response from the Mayor’s wife!

How many of our numerous First Ladies have ever spoken out against Nigerian men who put their wives through the trauma and shame of walking the street naked? How many of these men have been arrested for assaulting their wives in this manner? To these men I ask; how would you feel if the victim were to be your daughter or you? Besides, recently a wife dragged her husband around their neighborhood naked for cheating on her with the house help...hmmm ok oh!!

Let’s call a spade a spade and not a garden spoon. This kind of behavior is crude and should not be encouraged. Civilization is not just about posing for tabloids, answering the first lady of a state or nation, driving posh cars, living in mansions, hanging out in five star hotels or enjoying vacations abroad. Nigerians must learn to act, speak and be civilized in their actions.

#liveandletlive