₦airaland Forum

ikeyman00:
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history!!!!!

talk of now plz

PROUD-IGBO:
How come there's no nationwide groundswell of support and protests over the on-going Chevron gas explosion ? Or have i missed it ?

During the protests on fuel subsidy removal, there was palpable anger and outright hostility towards the federal gov't and the person of the President, but the same people that made the loudest noise over 'subsidy removal' now seem to have gone quiet over this gas explosion and the recent oil spill in the Niger Delta. Once again, the people on whos land and waters the oil is being exploited have been abandoned by Nigerians (including the Gov't) that have got and continue to get so much wealth at their expense.

This situation can be likened to a group of individuals that expect (as a matter of right) a poor guy to use his money, go out and buy ingredients for a delicious meal of jollof rice, come back to his own kitchen, cook the meal, lay his own table, and then this group just waltz in like they own the place, sit themselves down to a hearty meal, chop belle-full, and then b/4 leaving on a full stomach they each take a mighty crap (of the toilet blocking kind) on his kitchen floor for good measure, then -with a silly grin on their greedy faces- leave the poor sod to clean up their mess, wash the dishes, and deal with the stink .

Pathetic!!!

lola.luv:
As I push open the door, I am assailed by an acrid smell. The hair on my arms rise, as I spy her on the bed. Ify. I don't need someone to tell me she's dead. She is lying motionless, with her arms neatly arranged at her side. She was wearing a white jean short, and a red camisole, under which her chest looks disturbing still. I tiptoe over to her and glance at her face.Whereas, she'd been chocolatey white, now she looked deathly pale and her lips were blue-black. Her eyes were half open and her brown pupils are no where in sight.

I race to my room to pick my phone and call Williams. Then it occurs to me, how would I explain being in Williams' room at that ungodly hour of the night? How would I explain my innocence, if it was known that I'd been in the same room with a dead girl?
I dropped my phone in panic. All thoughts of touching her had long flown my mind. My only bet is to stay in my room and pretend to sleep and leave Williams to find her when he is back from the hospital.

Even though, questions were going to be asked, it was far better than calling Williams!