₦airaland Forum

LadyJasper:
The gutters in shoprite and dbs roads are filled up with a mixture of sand and refuse. The thing is the roads are no longer swept so when it rains the waters carry the sand along with into the gutter where there are already refuse there blocking the free flow of water. The newly built gutters in Okpanam road and streets by the present governor are still being used as refuse dumps. The thing is there's no sense of environmental sanitation and the government also has to provide a means for refuse to be disposed of. Presently, people pay to dispose their refuse with certain companies.

Lexusgs430:
Why he could not log on Inmessenger or ask porter to find him better something, pick his choice and offer pump price....... E no go pass 5K.........

AreaFada2:
Where did you get that from dude? He was a wheelbarrow race pilot in Saharawi Democratic Republic.

Ikpeazukerosene:
Brethren, let's observe a minute's silence for English language.

xpool:
Your stupidity is audacious!
And your laziness is a reference to buhari.
Take the pain to read well, free yourself from irrelevant assumptions.
But obviously, you are schizophrenic, and you need to see a specialist. I can no longer help you...

LadyJasper:
He is right. Littering the gutters with rubbish takes up spaces in the gutter that ought to be for water to be channeled out. This results in the roads being flooded because there is no channel for it to flow out. We need to stop pouring dirt into our gutters.
P. S. I'm familiar with that area, and there are rubbish on the gutters.

xpool:
Your mumu don do.
Littering and dumping of refuse on the roads and into drainages by you and your families in okpanam and Asaba are parts of the reasons gutters don't flow. You always look for who to blame for all your problems.
If your mumu never do, quote me again.

xpool:
Mumu!
Plastics, cellophane bags and other garbages that people like you litter everywhere with, block drainages.

Shobizz:
U need to understand what he's saying. dumping of refuse, plastic bottle n sachet on the road n drainage most time cause blockage for free flow, which lead to flood.

FacelessKing:
More flooding to happen..
You guys might keep blaming the government but I blame the citizens.
Go everywhere you see plastics on the road; The government did not drop that on our roads or and ice cream sachet into our gutters; we did.

RIP dear child, may you find eternal rest.

Altern8:
This why it’s better to buy houses from developers. If your family member chop your money, nothing you fit do. Highest na to call family meeting. All the elders go beg you last last.

If you don’t have money to buy at once, contract reputable construction companies.

But Nigerians sha. You’re not even sure your contractor isn’t cheating you.

adegeye38:
Trado mixes diabolical with their crafts, so i heard though

zoedew:
Folks will get the erroneous impression Pastors can behave that way. Jesus set us an example by speaking in public in parables.

alBHAGDADI:
I find it funny how people who aren't even saved are now positioning themselves as Bible teachers. They think the Bible is some novel anybody can pick up, read and understand. They don't know that it is a spiritual book meant for those with the spirit of God in them. See what Jesus said about the Bible:

John 6:63 (KJV)
It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life.

You can't understand them unless you are born of water and of spirit which means you are born again. Till then, you are just a natural man who will always misuse the word of God or find it foolish.

1 Corinthians 2:14 (KJV)
But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.

It's just like a Yoruba man complaining that he doesn't understand Chinese language. But a baby born to Chinese parents will understand it easily. Once you have the Holy Spirit, you will understand God's word which is Spirit and life.

Why did I go into the above details? The man in the OP believes he understands the Bible verses he quoted which speak of the law. The natural man he is sees the verses as saying the law has been done away it and has been thrown in the trash can, never to be followed or obeyed again. That's how a natural man reads the Bible.

Before I show you how a man with the Spirit of God reads the Bible, let's first of all expose the foolishness in the natural man's understanding of the verses he quoted.

According to him, the law has been thrown in the trash can because Jesus came, died and resurrected. If the law has been thrown in the garbage, kindly tell him to break the laws in Leviticus 18, which are mostly against having sex with one's close kin e.g mother, sister, father, brother, aunt etc.

Romans 4:15 (KJV)
for where no law is, there is no transgression.

Since he says the law is no more, isn't that also saying that it is not a sin to do those things? Let him go ahead and do them.

He quoted the below passage.

Galatians 3 vs 10 - 13
10 For all who rely on the works of the laware under a curse, as it is written: “Cursed is everyone who does not continue to do everything written in the Book of the Law.”[e]11 Clearly no one who relies on the law is justified before God, because “the righteous will live by faith.”[f] 12 The law is not based on faith; on the contrary, it says, “The person who does these things will live by them.”[g] 13 Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us, for it is written: “Cursed is everyone who is hung on a pole.”

Clearly, he doesn't know what the passage is saying at all. To him, the passage means if we obey the laws, we would be cursed.

One thing I would want you all to know is that the passage is talking about those relying on the works of the law as a means of eternal salvation. Paul is clearly saying that if you are depending on your ability to obey the law as a means of making heaven, then you are cursed. You are cursed because you can never continue in the entire laws without breaking one. You can't at all. See what Paul said:

James 2:10
For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all.

As seen above, Paul revealed that even if you keep the whole law and failed at just one, you will become guilty of even the ones you succeeded at. That is the curse of the law Paul was talking about. That's why he made it clear that depending on the law as a means to salvation is like cursing yourself to eternal damnation.

So what's the way to avoid depending on the law? The way is Jesus Christ who is the Way the Truth and the Life. You have to have faith in him to be saved. That way, there won't be any need to depend on the works of the law. As seen below, Paul said we are saved by Grace through faith, not by our ability to do the works of the law.

Ephesians 2:8-9 (KJV)
For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
Not of works, lest any man should boast.


So far so good, we have seen that we Christians are to obey the laws of God unless in cases where they've been specifically changed in the New Testament e.g dietary laws washing, worship, animal sacrifice etc. The anti-tithing can't show where the law on tithing has been specifically changed in the New Testament.

We obey the laws to live right on Earth. The laws have made us realise that it is sinful to sleep with one's next of kin, have tattoos, be homosexual etc.

But when it comes to salvation, we don't depend on the law because Jesus has come to save us from the curse of the law which hits us when we fail one despite passing the rest.

Find a Once Saved Always Saved Church today for more knowledge.

Psoul:
HORROR IN TH KIDNAPPER'S DEN

It took me a long time of reflections to put this piece together. First, let me thank my husband for the emotional support, the counselling and for his belief in the creator of heaven and earth which we call God or Allah.
The journey began in Auchi. We had travelled to Akure on a Monday, stayed with my husband’s relations in the outskirt of this ancient town. In the evening of Monday, we visited the palace for dinner, my husband being a close friend to son of the King.
On Tuesday, we left for Ibadan, via the Akure-Ilesa road. Our plan was that after attending the wedding in Auchi, we would travel with (my husband) to Lagos, stay for few weeks before returning abroad where I had lived with my husband and children for more than a decade. We were in the car of a close family friend, an accountant who gave his time and energy for our comfort.

We were five in the car, myself, my husband, our daughter, a lady who is my husband’s niece who had joined us in Akure with the hope of travelling with us to Lagos.
The driver accountant maintained a normal speed. He drove professionally. That gave me a lot of comfort and I felt I could find time to sleep a bit. My daughter was next to me, just 9. She was coming to Nigeria with me for the second time.
Shortly after the Ijare junction, the driver felt the wagon’s tires ruptured and decided to pack the car with the hope of changing the tires.

It was like a film. In a jiffy, motley crowd of armed men in military uniform came out of the bush. They fired at the boot of the car. Ahead of us, five of them came out of the bush, another two came from the rear. My daughter screamed: “Mummy, daddy, what’s going on”. There was no time to say a word. They marched us through into the bush, firing into the sky. They hit me on my chest, hit my daughter on her head, blood oozed. At this time, it was better to kill me. I shouted at one of the armed men. His response was hell. He went straight for my private part, tore my dress with his gun. The others ripped my dresses. I was left with my undies. My husband and my daughter started crying. Two of them dug their teeth into my breasts.
While attending a secondary school in Adamawa, I had lived with some Fulani, so I understand a few Fulani words. I started pleading, at least for my daughter. To my shock, at gun point, they removed the dress of my little girl, one of them carried her on his head as my baby struggled, shouting “Daddy, mummy, what’s going on. Help me.”

I could not help myself. We were marched for 9 hours. I was half naked. My daughter was totally naked. A felt her tears was like a stream of blood on her cheek. Our phones had been seized. We ended up in an ungoverned region in the thick of the forest. We met a well organized group.
There were some kidnapped victims, I saw two women, two ladies and three men. There were some people with their legs chained to trees. They were as if half dead. We were separated. I was separated from my husband. My daughter was taken away. I only heard her scream intermittently. I did not know what they were doing to her.
These men, now about two dozen had a full kitchen, they had a huge camp and a traditional medical team. But the camps appear isolated from each other. We heard noises afar indicating it might be nuclear settlements of camps. Right in my presence, I saw them pack the remains of a woman. They took her and buried her few meters away from us. She had tribal marks.
I cannot describe the agony of 6 days in captivity in this little piece. I cannot talk about how they asked my husband to choose between myself being raped or that his daughter be raped. My husband broke down in uncontrollable tears. One of them hit him saying “Yoruba bastard, you dey cry. Idiot.”
They now gave him the option that he should be raped by one homosexual among them. My husband is a devout Muslim. He told them homosexual and rape of any kind was against Islam. They hit him with the butt of AK 47: “What do you know about Islam?”
You can imagine, you are being asked to choose between being raped by a homosexual, your daughter, just nine years old, or your wife being raped? They gave the forth option, if you fail to choose, they would rape my daughter, rape my husband and rape me.
I made myself the sacrificial lamb. My husband begged, saying they should name their price. One of them asked him to bend down. Three beastly criminals sat on his back, jumping until he was too weak to stand. I was not allowed to put on any additional cloth on my body for 24 hours. The rain fell once. I became the relic and a sexual museum for the armed men who in turn addressed me and asked questions about my financial standing. New Fulani men joined the camp. They organized military training for the new Fulani men that came, teaching them how to shoot and walk through circles of glowing fire.
We were not released until after 6 days. We had to walk the same zik-zag journey back to the main road, our eyes blindfolded. During the negotiation to pay, they said the money was not for them alone that they had to settle “those who send us”. For me, I see a thriving, organized crime supported by powerful political interests.
Now, I do not think we were released to freedom after paying a whopping 8 million naira. I do not think we can ever be free, we can never be free, from the anguish, the psychological trauma, the nightmares we suffered, the occasional fits of our daughter, her waking up midnight behaving strangely, her asking the same question over and over: “Mummy, mummy, why?. Why.?” I do not have any answer.
In my life, I have never passed through a torture chamber like this. I do not think any society should let this happen. I do not know the fate of those we met, and about 7 other people brought during the 6 days we were in captivity. What I saw was a nation that has collapsed but pretends she lives, a people on life support. Crime is not restricted to Fulani people alone. We have Yoruba criminals. But I don’t Yoruba criminals are not as beastly. These elements are savages. I can’t imagine Yoruba thieves going to Sokoto or Maiduguri to kidnap Fulani people and keep them in their own bushes. It gives me mental torture that this is happening and some fools are even trying to justify or look for excuses.
Well, as a devout Muslim, myself and my family have taken solace in Allah, not the Nigerian police, not the Army, not the governments. We have taken our faith the way it came. I thank God that we have successfully returned to where we live, thousands of miles from Nigeria. We thank God that we have made a vow: Never shall me, any of my children or husband in our lifetime visit Nigeria. Our remains any time we die, will also not be buried in Nigeria. It was a suggestion by my daughter which we all adopted.
I pity the country. I pity her people who continuously walk like the living dead. I pity those who parade themselves as leaders, because they know nothing about what is going on and the abyss the country sunk already.

I pity Yoruba people, oh, I pity you. I pity my people. For me the issue is not about President Buhari. Democracy can produce anything, even the worst in the society.

What I worry about is the conspiracy of silence by the people themselves, the ignorance, the treachery and the illusion that one day, things will get better through another election.


Since I was born in Nigeria, each year had led from bad to worse and on and on. I do not have a solution to what is going on, but I think very soon, hell will let loose upon the earth as long as there is no law and order and anarchy and the rule of brutes is the order of the day.
Once again, there cannot be anything more comforting than my husband who saw what I went through but has been able to encourage me and even encouraged me to write this little piece after months of agony and sociological imbalance. Good night Nigerians.

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mrvitalis:
Name one sector in nigeria that is better now compared to 2015

Junkie1:
BUT SNIPER IS LIKE #500 THAT'S ENOUGH MONEY FOR 2 TABLETS OF ROPHYNOL OR TRAMADOL ENOUGH TO HELP YOU FORGET YOUR PROBLEMS... SMH SENSE WEE NOT KEE ME




ALSO THIS SITUATION IS MESSED HOW CAN A COUNTRY BE OWING IT'S MILITARY THIS IS TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE ON EVERY GROUND ESPECIALLY IN A COUNTRY WITH MAJOR SECURITY ISSUES .... SMH