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Okay. Enough of this MMM brouhaha. Next info please... I know the next person below me have something to say. |
Nice one. Am not even thinking of buying new phone this year. I will rather stick to my Nokia X and Samsung Galaxy. |
The person that took the pinchure must be a sexy, busty lady with much revealing cleavage. And the thing is not sleeping at all. ![]() |
slevin:How much is the last price? A friend of mine needed one |
TrapQueen77:Imagine that Trap! When I first saw the headline on my fone tru Naij, I was so curious. Nawa for African women, when they are doing things, they do wholeheartedly. ![]() |
trustyshoess:Do someone has to qoute the Bible for everything? No wonder you're busy wailing on what does not concern you. Its not by force to comment. Learn how to keep your BUCA CAVITY shut! No wonder you're all the same, ATTENTION SEEKERS!
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amicable09:Really? |
No placement for Mass Communications student? |
I have very vivid memories of my last visit to The Gambia. This was in 2013 when President Goodluck Jonathan paid a two-day visit to the country. In the course of that visit, President Jonathan commissioned the new Chancery of the Nigerian Embassy in Banjul, and also met with the Nigerian community, in addition to the usual bilateral meetings. Nigeria and The Gambia have very strong cultural and diplomatic relations. We were quartered at a very nice, hospitable sea-side hotel, the Coco Ocean Resort. One of the first things I noticed was the large population of female tourists, lounging by the pool-side and the sea-side, with biceps-wielding, six-packs-flaunting young dark-skinned men on the prowl, with gigolo-ish gait and mien. A female member of our entourage who had gone to the restaurant alone, later returned - visibly shaken and alarmed and what was her problem: one of the male ushers in the hotel had asked her if she would need a man to keep her company so she could have a real taste of Gambian hospitality. We laughed over it later, but you could not but wonder whether this was one of the reasons why The Gambia holds a special attraction for middle-aged ladies from Europe. There was no time to conduct further research into that aspect of our encounter with The Gambia. I was far too busy for that. But there was no doubt that The Gambia under President Yahya Jammeh took the country’s tourism endowments seriously: a beautiful seaside, good weather, low crime rate, good hotels, beautiful women, adventurous young men, and a meek populace. President Yahya Jammeh was determined to give President Jonathan and his delegation a good reception. From the airport to the hotel, you would think a festival was afoot. A public holiday was declared and our visit was aired live on radio and television. When we got to the hotel, President Jonathan’s vehicle was immediately serenaded by a cavalcade of horse-riders and a full band of drummers, singers and bag-pipers in colourful costume. They led our convoy to the Presidential suite, where security had been heavily deployed in fitting recognition of the importance of the visitor. President Jammeh like virtually every other West African President took a special liking to President Jonathan- the only one who was aloof and liked to act like the father of everyone was that one in Cameroon, although I must say when we went there for a security summit, he received us excellently well too. We felt very much at home in The Gambia. We were kept in rooms that were a bit far away from the President. And whenever that happened, the aides were always excited. It meant we could have a little more freedom away from the searching eyes of the security people around the President. And those ones, I will tell their story someday because they were fond of disturbing other matters of state and personal interest by suddenly interrupting with calls: “Oga dey call you, Oga says you must come now, now” only to get to the big man and he tells you, “No, I didn’t ask after you.” By the time you hang around for a while, just in case the big man would change his mind, whatever plan you were pursuing would have been aborted, or seeing you, the boss would find an assignment for you or drag you into a meeting. Angry, deflated, you went to the security man who made the phone call: “But you said Oga sent for me.” Those guys always managed a poker face: “But you know it is always good to stay around Oga in case he needs you.” I was impressed by Jammeh’s hospitality and respectful disposition towards President Jonathan. I recall that in 2012, when President Jammeh tried to succeed President Jonathan as Chairman of the ECOWAS Authority, his own colleagues, including President Jonathan, opposed him. He rarely attended ECOWAS meetings. His then Vice President, the motherly, regal and polite Isatou Njie-Saidy always occupied The Gambian seat. But he usually showed up when a new Chairman was to be elected. Seniority is something that is taken seriously within the club of African Presidents. They refer to themselves as “my brother, my brother”, but they are always very mindful of seniority and that is one of the reasons why the likes of Paul Biya, Robert Mugabe, Yoweri Museveni, Teodoro Obiang Mbasogo behave and speak as if they are God in human form. Each time Jammeh wanted the ECOWAS Chairmanship position, he behaved as if it was his birthright, but in 2012, and again in 2014, he was bypassed for junior Presidents as had been the case since he first expressed interest in the position in 2001. He was the only long-serving President who was never allowed to chair ECOWAS. He must have been aware of President Jonathan and Nigeria’s stand on the question of his Chairmanship, but he never held it against both. In fact, Nigeria and Nigerians were so influential in The Gambia under Jammeh, ordinary Gambians complained openly about the overwhelming influence of Nigerians in their country. Everything went well during our state visit until it was timthe State House. It was part of my duty to introduce the Nigerian President’s delegation, except someone else seized the microphone and I stepped down. In The Gambia, mere protocol recognition of the President of the country ended up being a major problem. His full titles had to be mentioned, and in a correct order in order not to upset him. The pre-meeting briefing by my Gambian counterpart dwelt too heavily on the titles: His Excellency, Sheik Professor Alhaji Dr Yahya Abdul-Aziz Awal Jemus Junkung (AJJ) Jammeh Nassiru Deen Babili Mansa, President of the Republic of The Gambia. It was something like that. The security guards were also rough and menacing. Security men often do not understand the language of diplomacy. We went to many countries where we were treated roughly and our own security men often threatened to retaliate if the affected country ever visited Nigeria. I don’t think we ever got a chance to retaliate because our protocol system proved to be more orderly. The State House in The Gambia when we eventually went in, however, was quite modest. It looked like the guest house section of Aso Villa. The meetings went well too. And Jammeh, to my surprise, spoke very well. He didn’t sound like the fool he was portrayed to be in the Western press. He was articulate, debonair, well-composed and mentally sharp. I guess mposed and mentally sharp. I guess these are required qualities for dictatorship and crookedness. And I admired Jammeh. He is afterall, my age-mate. He sat there, in his royalty, running a country, and I was there, switching between a microphone and a notebook, documenting his history. But something else happened that gave a true picture of Jammeh’s Gambia. Our official photographer, Callistus Ewelike (he took over from Kola Osiyemi– God bless his soul) had issues with Jammeh’s security men. Security men at State Houses around the world are unfriendly towards journalists. They seek to control access. They consider journalists busybodies, looking for negative news. Accreditation and the use of tags should ordinarily take care of this, still, the security people just prefer to misbehave, and I witnessed that even in the United States where we were treated as if the visiting media was a team of terrorists. There was no violence in the US, but in The Gambia, they seized Callistus Ewelike’s camera and smashed it. Callistus is an aggressive, stubborn photo-journalist. He would fight if you try to stop him from doing his job. He was a staff of the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) handed over to me by Ima Niboro when Kola took ill. Callistus must have resisted the Gambia goons, claiming his right as President Jonathan’s Official Photographer. In The Gambia under Jammeh, the President and the security agencies ruled as if there would be no tomorrow. They trampled on everyone else’s rights. Anyone who tried to act like a free man was brutalised and dumped in prison. For 22 years, Jammeh sat on his country and his people with the help of marabouts and security enforcers. He kissed the Koran everyday, but he did not act according to its dictates. He wore a trademark white garment, but his true garment was of a black colour from the kingdom of Satan. Ewelike’s travails eventually became a full-fledged story on the second day of our visit when President Jammeh’s spokesperson and the rest of his media team started looking for me at the Coco Resort. We were to be treated to a luncheon before departure. The luncheon had started but I got cornered. Jammeh’s spokesman brought a brand new camera to replace the one the Gambian security people had destroyed. Callistus was with me. The Gambians apologized. Apology was taken and accepted. They said they didn’t want the two Presidents to hear about the incident. I gave them my word that I would not mention it to President Jonathan. Then, they pleaded that we should accept the replacement camera they brought. I told them not to bother - as far as we were concerned, whatever happened was occupational hazard and Nigeria would replace its own damaged equipment. I looked at Callistus. He was eyeing the new camera greedily. At a point, he called me aside and whispered: “Oga, this camera they are giving us is better than the one they smashed oh. This one na better camera. Oga, abi make we take am?” I stood my ground. I also consulted Ambassadors Hassan Tukur and Daniel Hart who said accepting a replacement would amount to a diplomatic tit-for-tat. I thanked The Gambians for their good sense and assured them that we were fine with the photographic coverage of the visit so far, despite the damaged camera. I always had a back-up photographer and cameraman, in any case. That encounter was a blessing in disguise. It saved me from the first course at the Presidential luncheon, which had started while we were outside the hall discussing the damaged camera. When we got back to Nigeria, close to eight persons on the Presidential delegation ended up in hospital due to food poisoning! They all took that first course. Nobody died but somehow the information got back to The Gambia and the chef was arrested and charged to court. Jammeh’s rulership of The Gambia was jinxed in many ways. The biggest jinx was his volte-face over the last Presidential election. Gambians deserve a new place in the sun and a new Gambia. But so much depends on new President Adama Barrow. He should look beyond the past and face the future. If he spends his time facing the past, he will disappoint his people and exhaust the enormous goodwill that has brought him to power. Copied! http://www.reubenabati.com.ng/2017-01-24-Once-Upon-A-Time-in-Gambia-By-Reuben-Abati.html
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Thanks bro for the info. But let me tell you that some of those things you pointed out are based on your assumptions. I've worked with an HR Manager who doesn't know how to use the correct Tenses in English or make a simple construction when sending emails to clients. I must be called to check and correct whatever she's sending. Besides, I have seen university graduates with good grades who cannot defend their certificates. Imagine someone with Bsc. in English who cannot identify Modal Auxiliary Verbs or a graduate of Accountancy who cannot identify a Ledger or different Source Documents. Someone can have a very good CV, but he or she productivity may be nothing good to write about. Enough of this CVs brouhaha! |
TrapQueen77:Don't tell me dat Trapqueen is in love with such ![]() |
TrapQueen77:A smile is a way of writing your thoughts on your face, telling others that they are accepted, liked and appreciated. So here’s a big smile just for you. Good morning ![]() |
TrapQueen77:Not really... cos dey may think otherwise. |
TrapQueen77:A smile is a way of writing your thoughts on your face, telling others that they are accepted, liked and appreciated. So here’s a big smile just for you. Good morning ![]() |
TrapQueen77:Nice one... But Trapqueen, can you rock those things...? |
TrapQueen77:Hello beautiful creation... |
Good morning fellow NLs Kindly ignore any invite from the above name. Last year August, I got a job interview invite from them. Telling me to come over there office at Ilupeju. On getting there, I was asked to sit outside until 11.00am. Later, I was called inside a large hall with empty chairs and a big flat screen hung on the wall and a documentary was being relayed. (Probably, I was the only person as at that time). Immediately I stepped in, my sixth sense was applied on those fake job interviews and various experiences shared on NL. After sitting for about 5minutes, I quickly planned what to do. Then an idea strucked, I faked a telephone call and stood up immediately, walked to the door, before their haggard, hungry looking doorman could stopped me, I was already on the road. That was how I escaped from them. But lately, those scammers just sent me another job invite changing their address from Ilupeju to Agidingbi. Am sure they didn't recogniz my contact again. Kindly ignore messages from these people and do not hesitate to expose them to the public. Thank you.
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Nice rendition. P. U. S. H Pray Until Something Happen... Am sure that with those points and my Open Heavens Devotional Manual, my entire day will be superb. |
She must av used dat shoes for Kurukere waka or maybe stepped on sweet smelling human poo for the dog to love the odour coming out from them. ![]() I remember how our dogs use to destroy such...looking for d hidden odour ![]() Dogs and poo are like 5 & 6 ![]() |
Op you forgot to add... Faulty Tokunbo cars everywhere. Overheating gaskets. Some drivers forget to check oil level, water level and so on before hitting the road. |
okon37:Same with me too, but later got an interview invite from them which I couldn't make, but I requested for reschedule but no reply ever since.
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masterP042:Nice rendition bro guider... Please can you answer these questions convincingly? 1. How are returns generated in this scheme? 2. How do returns compare with other similar products? 3. How is the scheme regulated and audited? We are waiting for your sweet answer as regard to this. |
As a Banking and Finance grad, I always warn some of my friends that MMM is not worth investing on, but they tag me as a bad belle person. Am sure they are now singing a new song. Even when CBN came up to warn Nigerians about the scheme, some gullible pple still went ahead to invest in it. No wonder a Yoruba proverb says " Ori Okere koko l'awo, baawI f'omo eni a gbo... |
We are waiting for our Kofeso Shoyinka to do more than that tomao as promised... Pls Baba Kofeso don't set urself on fire ooo, consider your grey hair and beards. They worth millions of Dollars in d foreign market. I believe you understand better ![]() |
Godprotectigbo2:Always look before you leap. |
hasmuz:Thanks bro. Am motivated by ur comments. I wonder when something like this will make FP. But if its post about boobs, asses, snakes et al NL Mods will quickly push to FP. I wonder if they still uses their SIXTH SENSE... |
Hmmm... African remote control at work What a mystic world we live in |
BreadandBeans:Thanks Bro... |
1. Loving Oneself First. In order to truly have a loving, supportive, and long-lasting relationship with someone else, you need to learn how to be your own best friend first. It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self-love deficit. 2. Get What You Put In. In twelve years, people won’t remember what clothes you wore, which car you drove, and maybe not even your full name. But in twelve years, they will remember how you made them feel and the positive memories you gave them. The true impact you make on people will depend on the time and attention you give to teaching those who know less, caring for those who have less, supporting those who are striving, and tolerating those who are different than you. 3. What Most People Think Of You Doesn't Matter. You wouldn't worry so much about what people thought of you if you knew just how seldom they do. No one is ever going to care about your life and the way you choose to live it more than you will. That is a beautiful thing – never forget how beautiful. Follow your heart, and take your brain with you every step of the way. Get to know your true self. When you are truly comfortable in your own skin, not everyone will like you, but you won’t care about it one bit. 4. Friends And Family Won’t Always Support Your Goals, But You Must Pursue Them Anyway. Follow your intuition. Following your intuition means doing what feels right, even if it doesn't look or sound right to others. Only time will tell, but our human instincts are rarely ever wrong. So don’t worry about what everyone else thinks; keep living and speaking your truth. The only people that will get mad at you for doing so are those who want you to live a lie. 5. Life Doesn't Always Change As Fast As People Do. Learn to accept that not everyone is who you once knew. And realize that sometimes it’s not the person you miss, it’s the feeling you had when you were with them. 6. Some People Are Meant To Stay In Your Heart, But Not In Your Life. If you’re having a tough time letting go of someone who left you, realize that if they wanted to stay they would still be there. Sometimes you have to forget what’s gone, appreciate what still remains, and look forward to what’s coming next. It sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can’t because you’re still hoping for the impossible to happen. Yes, it will hurt for a while, but you have to forget about the person who forgot about you, and move on. 7. Everyone Has Bags And Baggage, Just Like I Do. The minute someone decides to walk out of your life, that is the same moment in which the opportunity and space opens up for someone who actually deserves your love to finally walk in. Remember, everyone has baggage, so don’t be ashamed of yours. Be patient and find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack. 8. Love Doesn't Hurt. Love Is Not The Problem. Don’t blame love if a failed relationship interfered with your other important relationships, or robbed you of your self-esteem and personal freedoms. No, don’t blame love. For it wasn't love that stole from you. It was possession. It was obsession. It was manipulation. It was confusion. Love had nothing to do with your situation. For love doesn't close the door against all that is good. It opens it wide to let more goodness in. Love creates freedom and abundance 9. Forgiveness Is Always The Right Choice. Anyone can hold a grudge, but it takes a person with strong character to forgive. When you forgive, you release yourself from a painful burden. And no, forgiveness doesn't mean what happened was OK; and it doesn't mean that person should still be welcome in your life. It simply means you have made peace with the pain, and are ready to let it go and move on with your life. 10. Love Requires Three Things: Acceptance, Honesty, And Commitment. Love comes when you care more about who the other person really is, rather than about who you think they should become. It’s about daring to reveal yourself honestly, and daring to be open and vulnerable over the long-term. It’s about sticking by each other’s side through thick and thin, and truly being there in the flesh and spirit when you’re needed most. Remember, the most romantic love story is not Romeo and Juliet who died young together; it’s the story of grandma and grandpa who helped each other through life, and grew old together. 11. A Big Part Of Who You Become Is Who You Choose To Surround Yourself With. Fate controls who walks into your life, but you decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go. Surround yourself with people who make you a better person, and let go of those who don’t. 12. A Soul Mate Is A Person Who Brings Out The Best In You. They are far from perfect, but they are a perfect fit for you. Remember, every relationship has its problems, but what makes it perfect is when you wouldn'en times are tough. https://oluspicyinspires./2017/01/17/twelve-12-relationship-truths-i-wish-i-knew-12-years-ago
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So what moral values has this added to the younger folks...? See her eye lashes & et al. And they still called themselves Christians. No wonder the Christ Embassy Church on my street has many of her type every Sundays that you will begin to ask "Are these Christians, or...?" Pls NL mods, always ask yourselves "Of what moral values does these posts has on the younger folks before making FP? God help us! |
TrapQueen77:Days of watching Bruce Lee films, Amita Bachan, Kachi Kapor, etc I remember wen my dad uses Lucozade nylon on his black n white tv screen, cos coloured tvs can only be found in wealthy homes ![]() Infact, I rode bicycles on all the streets in my local government dat time the Nigerian Teachers had a strike for a whole session, I would have died of road accidents sef... ![]() I remember wen I mistakenly swallowed tilapia fish bone with hot eba n okra soup I couldn't sleep and eat for 3days ![]() The experiences are endless... |
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And the thing is not sleeping at all. 