₦airaland Forum

OmoOshodi:
The guy go dey pray for extradition

linearity:
He must have killed the little girl in a failed attempt to give credence to his 'cooking gas killed' them story. He must have read stories of CO from generator killing people and in those stories, no one survives...so in his evil mind, he must have felt that if the little girl is not killed, his cover up story will not sell.

Just like most criminals, he did not think this through very well....Propane gas from cooking stove is not CO and does not kill like CO. It has an offensive smell and it can easily be smelt and people will take cover unlike the odorless CO gas and the reason we have to be careful about not letting our cooking gas to leak is not because, it is a potent killer like CO, it is just because of the dangers of fire.

queensera:
Chief Magistrate Ayeye upheld his prayer. She remanded Nielsen in prison and adjourned the case till May 8 for the DPP’s advice.

SingleDaddy:
I understand, but we had a private matured meeting, when we both came out of camp. I actually regret it though, because she lied to me that she had no man at that moment.

SingleDaddy:
Smashing her would really be interesting, but that's the road i wouldn't like to take.

Ratello:
The highest-profile challenger to emerge so far is Atiku Abubakar, 71, a former vice president and wealthy businessman who has said he will run in 2019. The election is expected to be held in February.

At least the New York Times recognised His Excellency, Alhaji Atiku.

Kingpee2:
Let him run na, we are here for him ...Nigerians needs to be taken to aso rock to watch night of a thousand laugh,broda shaagi is madd

Chuvin22:
I just remembered Chike and the River.

nanakgh:
congrats to them both. 2nd wife? more like one and a half

Opoki:
Stayed in a place like this from 200L to 400L in Ife/OAU, AP to be specific. I used to have feelings that I'm not alone in the room especially when my babe is around, I used to feel that someone is spying on us. Bro, I had a nightmare one afternoon and it look so very real, told my friends and was told to inquire about the house around, I did and discovered someone was buried in my room! Haaar, what kind of joke is this, I removed the carpet to confirm but it was well cemented, I just summon courage asked my landlords son and he confirmed it, Na my only PC I carry commot that house

MissRaine69:
And what’s stopping you from adressing the matter directly with both men?
If boundaries are broken they need to be reinforced

fahren:
Get your PVCs and let's take back Nigeria.

Voter registration is ongoing, it will close temporarily before elections.

Get registered today.

sammyscholar:
Olatayo Samuel writes:

THE ORDEAL AND TRIUMPH OF A FEMALE COLLEAGUE ON CAMPUS

She did everything she had seen every successful student did to get excellent results. She read for long hours, attended every tutorial, yet, she always got average scores. She wanted distinction, or upper credit, at the very least, but she always wallowed in the deep of lower credit. She wanted 80s, 70s as scores, but 40s and 50s would not stop welcoming her whenever she visited the score board.

She is beautiful. Aye! She is naturally endowed! She does not need make up because she is naturally made up. She was cynosure of every lecturer's eyes. They wanted her: they wanted her body to satisfy their lustful desires.

Everyone knew she was not the kind of student who messed around or wanted any dirty affair with the lecturers even though she's sociable and respectful to everyone.

But these corrupt men would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. They knew she craved good grades and she was doing all that she could to get it. But, just like every other average student like her, the biggest of her effort could not get her more than average results.

So, they felt they could toss her some baits, using her strong desire for good grades.

"We would help her get the good grades she wants. We would tell other lecturers to accord her good grades, too. However, she should be ready to be in our good books. She should be ready to do our bids, just like some of her colleagues do".

"That is a bait too big to miss the hit," they assured themselves. "It is what almost every female student who struggles with academics like her wants," they said, with evil grin.

She resisted their advances and ingenuine help altogether. Even though she badly wanted good grades, and that her hardest effort could not get her more than average scores, she was strongly determined not to mess herself up on any lecturer's bed.

They discovered she would not budge an inch, no matter how hard, or what trick, they tried. Then, they resorted to threat. They shouted at her at every opportunity. They orally harassed her. They made her look stupid and dumb in the eyes of other students. They knew she was emotional and could barely form words whenever her emotion ran high. She always stuttered, although mildly, whenever she was worked up or put under stress. Even when she had ostensibly done nothing wrong, they would call her in public and begin to lambaste her.

They were the predators that ruled the jungle. And she was only a little vulnerable mouse, struggling for life in the midst of cruel devourers.

"You cannot be this beautiful and go like that without any of us having a taste of you," they always said, albeit covertly.

All this they did to a point that she started crying out. She had been battling this herself but she seemed not to have the strength to do it alone again. She needed whom she could pour her heart to so the weight would be light on her.

It is not even that she had not been crying before this day. She had but had always fought the tears from escaping her eyes lest people begin to inquire into the tale she was not ready to tell. I am also sure that she had, at one time or two, left herself to shed all the tears her body could produce when she was alone in her room.

I can never forget those words she muttered to us while tears cascaded down her beautiful face one fateful afternoon.

Heavily sobbing, she said, "This my womanhood en! It belongs to my husband and only him will see and touch it! No lecturer will! God will not make their evil wish come to pass on me!"

"Most of my colleagues are doing it but I never will. I will never do it. I never, ever will," she resolved.

Months and years have passed after we graduated. Today, she has a handsome, financially-okay, caring husband who respects and cares very much for her. God has also blessed her with beautiful child and her family has always known good days. Things are okay and peaceful with her today.

You wonder why God is making things sweet for her today? It is because she did not mess up her yesterday! Things are working pretty good for her today because she was not reckless about her yesterday.

She did not disobey her conscience while on campus. She did not mess herself up on the bed of a lecturer. She was determined but wasn't desperate to do any silly thing for grades. She respected her hubby yet unknown and made sure she kept herself clean and sealed for him.

So what can be said about you? Are you allowing your desires to make you desperate? If that is the case with you, please change today. Do not lose your dignity on the altar of desperation.

Always respect and protect your tomorrow!

Asuokaa:
CU has rules that every one there knows they must follow, it's not new .. most CU alumni knows this and never complained but Nigerians won't face their own lives and fix it but poke nosing in what doesn't concern them..

for example in CU ur not allowed to keep beards, u can't dress any how, there is a standard there that must not be broken..

they are training them to become responsible and they must follow it that's why their parents pay millions to have them their ..

if not fayose children won't have gone their

kalu61:
� toilet and public

luckygirl02:
The problem with people is not because they had sex actually, it's because it happened in the toilet. The trolls are too much. sorry Bamteddy

MrMakaveli20:
The music career of this moppet just ended before it started.

cybriz82:
Asked me if I do this every day, I said "Often" Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often"