This Nina girl na'ko rubbish every time! I just don't know why I don't like her
Well, maybe it's because I hate tactless girls
Nne, biko move on; Miracle don move on since.

dachiwater:
Nina who spoke her romantic interest while still in the Big Brother Naija House, disclosed that if she is given a second chance she will stay on her own.Though Nina admitted that she doesn't regret having an affair with Miracle while still in the house, however she will like to stay on her own to know far she can go if given a second chance.

The Imo State University graduate also disclosed that she likes Miracle because he is a goal-getter who knows what he wants. Here is the video of her session on the aired third episode of the Big Brother Naija reunion;


https://unclesuru.com/2019/03/21/bbnaijareunion-i-would-have-just-stayed-on-my-own-nina-on-relationship-with-miracle/

'Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!Nina! Nina!'
How many times did I call u?

herzernIsHere:
3 hours conversation!

75% of Nigerian ladies today can barely hold conversation that exceeds 30 minutes.

Maybe they can if the conversation will be on make up and food.

See ur head, if I catch u there eh! So na only makeup n food we sabi

Last weekend was one of my best weekends on Campus. Of course, not because my bank account is heavy or that I won a jackpot; I was happy because the entire campus and it’s environs was radiating with joy and happiness. I saw the dreams of many young people come through; the laughter on their faces was like a ray of light on a polished surface. Parents and well wishers sat under different canopies, their faces beaming with a smile.

It was also the best weekend for me because Rice and Stew Were Very Plenty (RSVP). We sang “Ewu Jambyto…” we played the ogene, we laughed from Okpara to Okeke, Slessor to Bello and we even danced from Nkrumah to Eni Njoku. The mood at Alvan hostel was also exhilarating. I sat under different canopies eating, drinking and filling my stomach which I had emptied with the aid of Andrew’s Liver Salt on Matric eve. The mere fact that I know a lot of people that matriculated gave me an expressway to merriment. Seriously, I ‘chowed’ and ‘chopped’ as if I was asked to eat and store enough food that would last me for the year.

At the end of eating and drinking, on my way home, right at the back seat of my uncle’s SUV, I began to wonder and ponder. I just couldn’t stop thinking about these cubs____ I mean Jambytos who have found their way into this glorified den. I kept asking myself, “How would they fare after a year, two years, three years or even four years from now?”

Would their GP be like mine which is seriously praying for a revival? Or would it be like that of my friend who is currently on first class? Well, I guess time would tell.

Dearest Ewu Jambyto, I know that you are feeling on top of the world because you’ve finally left home. The truth is that there is an air of freedom around here but trust me, if you don’t manage this freedom well, you would forever wish you never had to come here. This kind of freedom can mar or make you, depending on what you choose to do with it. I remember when Prof. Chidi Onyia, many years ago told us on our Orientation day at Ekpo Convocation Arena, In his words, ‘My dear students, this environment (the university campus) is designed to make you fail. But whether you fail or succeed is entirely up to us.

Dear Jambyto, the day you would wake up and stop taking your lectures seriously; the day you stop doing your assignments and start playing truancy; that’s the day you made the decision to fail. Trust me, everything you require to succeed in this environment is inside of you; if only you would push harder. But, if peradventure failure comes, see to it that it goes just the same way it came. Even the Bible says that a righteous many falleth seven times and rises again. However, see to it that you don’t fall, but if you fall don’t stay on the ground! This environment (compared to most other tertiary institutions in the country) is very beautiful. For the guys, there are beautiful girls here and there but the truth is that from time immemorial these beautiful girls have had so many promising young men buried in their way. If you doubt me, ask Samson. And for the girls, so many good-looking guys, and of course, the ugly-looking once also, have destroyed the dreams of many girls. BEWARE CAREFUL!

Well, I’m not suggesting that you should not mingle; what I’m saying is, ‘Don’t get trapped and entangled just for ephemeral pleasure.’ While we encourage you to make good friends, just make sure you don’t become stupid. For the Jambytos, in a short-while, you’ll start punching your calculator to see what your GP looks like. Whatever you get after this simple arithmetic depends on what you did or didn’t do with your time.

From all of us @UNNINFO, all we have to say is ‘HAPPY MATRICULATION! ALL THE BEST!!

Source: https://unn-edu.info/2017/01/bia-ewu-jambyto-read.html

cc:
OAM4J
Lalasticlala
Mynd44

There's a report of Sensitive Material being set ablaze at Ezza north.

More Pictures

This is how Governorship and State Assembly Election is proceeding in the South East, as captured by COAL CITY FM on Facebook. Let's see how it's proceeding in your area.

OAM4J
Lalasticlala
Mynd44

NO PRESIDENT SHALL RULE NIGERIA 8 YEARS AGAIN UNTIL WE GET SOMEONE THAT CAN PERFORM QED

The first photo was shared, obviously, by an Atiku supporter on twitter.
What do u think?

RIP
The Rich Also Die

This is goodness. However, I would want them to make the new price public as soon as possible.
If u ask me, I think passengers should show their PVC's before booking; if not, opportunists will cash in.

Congratulation to all the candidates contesting election.
May d will of God prevail!

SHE STOOD ME UP

It was two days to Valentine. I met a girl at the airport on my way to Enugu. We didn’t just share the same flight; we sat side by side as I kept stealing glances at her. She was so beautiful that my glimpse turned into a gaze. I just couldn’t resist the urge to look at her. She reminded me of my ex-girl who’s beautiful but deadly boring. Honestly, without mincing words, Nkechi was as dull as ditchwater. All she knows was everytime wire me money. Since I ended that relationship a year ago, I’ve been reluctant to start a new one.
As Cupid, Fate or whatever you choose to call it, would have it, there I was two days ago staring at a face that reminded me of my boring girl friend. I thought for a while, as something within me kept saying ‘Talk to her; talk to her.’ Without feeling pressed, I stood up from my seat, just before the flight took off, went to the loo. I stood in front of the mirror in the toilet and honed my ‘wooing’ skills.
When I came back, she was clutching a novel in her hand. I was startled because for once I had thought that she would be as dull as my ex. Heaven would have to fall before Nkechi would touch a novel with a six feet pole.

‘It’s bad manners to be reading a novel in a plane,’ I said as I sat down.

‘What did you say?’ she asked.

‘Why would a girl who should be having a conversation with the coolest guy in the world be reading a novel?’

‘Don’t give yourself the delusions of grandeur.’

Are you serious? This girl na better grammarian o, I thought as I rearranged my approach. ‘My name’s Leo, and it’s a pleasure to be sitting beside you.’

‘I’m Favour; the pleasure is mine.’

‘Is this your first time flying?’

‘Not particularly, but I started flying this year.’

‘This year? Why wait for that long? I mean, there’s nothing as exciting as leaving Lagos in the afternoon and knowing that in the next thirty or forty minutes you would be in Enugu.’

‘Well, if not for the financial implication and the fear of plane crash, I would’ve been flying all my life.’

‘Please, dear, don’t fly all your life because that would amount to being branded a witch,’ I joked as I laughed the laugh of someone desperately in need of making an impression.

To my bewildered surprise, the girl hissed and turned her face to the novel in her hand. I swallowed severally before I stuttered. ‘I-I-I meant that as a joke.’

She smiled and said, ‘I know.’ And then she continued reading.

‘What’s the title of the novel you’re reading?’

‘One Night.’

‘Can I see it?’ She extended the book and while taking it from her I made sure our hands touched. Her hand was warm, and her skin glittered like that of a Princess. Then it dawned on me that she was my type____ beauty and brain.

I took the book from her, and while I pretended like I was reading the blurb, all I was thinking was how I could strike up a relationship with her. How do I get her phone number? I thought. I had to act fast because one thing about local flights in Nigeria is ‘before you say Jack Robinson you’re already at your destination.

‘I would love to read this book; can I borrow it?’

‘How do I get it back?’ she asked. ‘I mean, I don’t know you from Adam.’

Honestly, I’ve never finished a novel in my life. I studied Engineering and the last time they tried to make me finish a novel was in my first year at the university. I hated GS courses because they put through the horror of having to sit down and read the thought of people who call themselves fiction writers. Fiction gbakwa oku!

‘My dear, it’s a global village, everyone knows everyone these days. I can follow you on Instagram, twitter or even Facebook,’ I said as I pulled out my tablet.

“Well, I’m neither on Twitter or Instagram. Although I’ve a Facebook account, some dude wouldn’t just let me rest.’

‘Are you seriously saying you’re not on Twitter or Instagram!’ I sounded surprised. ‘But, come to think of it, why would any guy let a face as pretty yours rest?’

‘You guys are all the same,’ she said with a smile. ‘Well, my not being on those platforms is because I’m a bit of an old fashion lady, plus my job won’t even give me a breathing space. On a second thought, I think you should go ahead and keep the novel. I’ll ask my bookseller to get me another copy.’

‘Wow! That’s very kind of you! But, truth be told, it’s not the novel I’m interested in,’ I decided to come clean. ‘I’m not much of a novel person; I’ve been sitting here thinking of how best to orchestrate another meeting between us. I figured that that can only be possible if we have a meeting point like the social media.’

Favour laughed heartily. ‘You sound like someone who knows how to con his way through life. If you wanted my number, you should’ve just asked.’

‘The last time I asked a girl for her number did end well for me. So, I kind of figured a better approach____ we get to know each other first on social media, and then we can that it up from there.’

‘Social media generation!’ Favoured laughed. ‘What’s your view on the influence of social media in our coming election?’

I and Favour dabbled into politics. That girl is not just intelligent, she’s also political aware. While her kinds were getting frisky about Valentine celebration, she took a break from her job in Lagos to be in Enugu, where she registered, and vote.

Before we touched down, after I had gotten her phone number, I asked her if she had the intention of hanging out tonight, since it was St. Valentine’s Day. She smiled sheepishly and told me that Valentine is not really her thing but for my sake, she would oblige me if I’m willing to take her out. She, however, told me that I shouldn’t consider it a date.

Honestly, I had the best flight of my life this afternoon. When I got to my parents’ house in Independence Layout, I kept counting the time until it was 7:30pm. I called Favour twice to remind her of our not-a-real date outing but when she didn’t pick, I texted her telling her of how I’m looking forward to meeting her at out our rendezvous.
I was at Nike Lake Resort for close to two hours; no text or call from this delectable lady I met on the plane today. I’m beginning to think that she gave me a wrong number.
I got home tired and exhausted. And, instead of writing in my diary of how a girl stood me up, I decided to do this story which my friend agreed to share in his blog. If anything happens, after now, that’s what telling, I’ll continue this story. #LeoDozesOff

Source: https://sadozo.com/valentines-day-____-she-stood-me-up/

seun
lalasticlala
dominique

SUPERPACK:
do you want to go blind.? My balance runs in trillions.

Empty barrel, they say...

SUPERPACK:
let me be your Prince charming, hope you are atikulating already.

I have to see ur bank statement first.

In my opinion, I think the Federal govt. can score a good point if they go out of their way to ameliorate the suffering this postponed election imposed on Nigerians. As much as I'm not an expert in law, they can force commercial buses and local flights not to hike their price a few days to the Feb. 23rd election.
Or, they could just go ahead and credit the bank account of Nigerians. LOL
They should just do something.

WHat do u think they should do?

seun
lalasticlala
dominique

Broke ass Nigger!

Mynd44:
Why will you fix your wedding to a date put up to accommodate a re-run? That is irresponsibility and they shouldnt blame INEC.

They can have their wedding on Friday or Sunday

If they reschedule it for Friday or Sunday, how would they communicate it to their guess?

There's nothing I love in this world like wedding ceremonies. I've attended so many, and while I's hope that someday my Prince charming would sweep me off my feet, I just couldn't help but imagine what a couple whose wedding is fixed for Saturday (Feb. 23) do.
Imagine the printed invitations cards, the hopes, the payment of venue and a whole lot that goes into a wedding preparation.
Just a few minutes ago, a post by a twitter user who claim his/her 45 year old aunt is getting married on February 23rd, made homepage on Nairaland. As I pause to pounder why a 45 year old lady is just getting married now, I couldn't help but wonder how she would be feeling right now. Anyways, it could be her second, third or even fourth marriage. Aunty, biko, pele!
If u know what people in this situation should do, pls drop ur opinion in d comment section.

Also, this morning I heard on Radio Nigeria about a food vendor who prepared a large quantity of food hoping that she would make a huge sell at a polling unit. The uncertainties why dey this country now don big pass Kosy Orjiakor's bosom. Nawa for Nigeria

Less I forget, happy birthday to a great lover of snake, lalasticlala. Dearest Mod, would u accept a rattle snake or a python for birthday gift?

hotwater1:
Nice.

Hope favor isn't a ghost

She's could even be a witch, as she loves flying

How has d mighty fallen

I've been a guess on Nairaland for long. I recently became a registered member, and this is my first post.
I hope it makes HP. lalasticlala, mynd44 and co, over to u guys.
If u're following this story, let me see ur hand.

lalasticlala
[center][/center]SHE STOOD ME UP

It was two days to Valentine. I met a girl at the airport on my way to Enugu. We didn’t just share the same flight; we sat side by side as I kept stealing glances at her. She was so beautiful that my glimpse turned into a gaze. I just couldn’t resist the urge to look at her. She reminded me of my ex-girl who’s beautiful but deadly boring. Honestly, without mincing words, Nkechi was as dull as ditchwater. All she knows was everytime wire me money. Since I ended that relationship a year ago, I’ve been reluctant to start a new one.
As Cupid, Fate or whatever you choose to call it, would have it, there I was two days ago staring at a face that reminded me of my boring girl friend. I thought for a while, as something within me kept saying ‘Talk to her; talk to her.’ Without feeling pressed, I stood up from my seat, just before the flight took off, went to the loo. I stood in front of the mirror in the toilet and honed my ‘wooing’ skills.
When I came back, she was clutching a novel in her hand. I was startled because for once I had thought that she would be as dull as my ex. Heaven would have to fall before Nkechi would touch a novel with a six feet pole.

‘It’s bad manners to be reading a novel in a plane,’ I said as I sat down.

‘What did you say?’ she asked.

‘Why would a girl who should be having a conversation with the coolest guy in the world be reading a novel?’

‘Don’t give yourself the delusions of grandeur.’

Are you serious? This girl na better grammarian o, I thought as I rearranged my approach. ‘My name’s Leo, and it’s a pleasure to be sitting beside you.’

‘I’m Favour; the pleasure is mine.’

‘Is this your first time flying?’

‘Not particularly, but I started flying this year.’

‘This year? Why wait for that long? I mean, there’s nothing as exciting as leaving Lagos in the afternoon and knowing that in the next thirty or forty minutes you would be in Enugu.’

‘Well, if not for the financial implication and the fear of plane crash, I would’ve been flying all my life.’

‘Please, dear, don’t fly all your life because that would amount to being branded a witch,’ I joked as I laughed the laugh of someone desperately in need of making an impression.

To my bewildered surprise, the girl hissed and turned her face to the novel in her hand. I swallowed severally before I stuttered. ‘I-I-I meant that as a joke.’

She smiled and said, ‘I know.’ And then she continued reading.

‘What’s the title of the novel you’re reading?’

‘One Night.’

‘Can I see it?’ She extended the book and while taking it from her I made sure our hands touched. Her hand was warm, and her skin glittered like that of a Princess. Then it dawned on me that she was my type____ beauty and brain.

I took the book from her, and while I pretended like I was reading the blurb, all I was thinking was how I could strike up a relationship with her. How do I get her phone number? I thought. I had to act fast because one thing about local flights in Nigeria is ‘before you say Jack Robinson you’re already at your destination.

‘I would love to read this book; can I borrow it?’

‘How do I get it back?’ she asked. ‘I mean, I don’t know you from Adam.’

Honestly, I’ve never finished a novel in my life. I studied Engineering and the last time they tried to make me finish a novel was in my first year at the university. I hated GS courses because they put through the horror of having to sit down and read the thought of people who call themselves fiction writers. Fiction gbakwa oku!

‘My dear, it’s a global village, everyone knows everyone these days. I can follow you on Instagram, twitter or even Facebook,’ I said as I pulled out my tablet.

“Well, I’m neither on Twitter or Instagram. Although I’ve a Facebook account, some dude wouldn’t just let me rest.’

‘Are you seriously saying you’re not on Twitter or Instagram!’ I sounded surprised. ‘But, come to think of it, why would any guy let a face as pretty yours rest?’

‘You guys are all the same,’ she said with a smile. ‘Well, my not being on those platforms is because I’m a bit of an old fashion lady, plus my job won’t even give me a breathing space. On a second thought, I think you should go ahead and keep the novel. I’ll ask my bookseller to get me another copy.’

‘Wow! That’s very kind of you! But, truth be told, it’s not the novel I’m interested in,’ I decided to come clean. ‘I’m not much of a novel person; I’ve been sitting here thinking of how best to orchestrate another meeting between us. I figured that that can only be possible if we have a meeting point like the social media.’

Favour laughed heartily. ‘You sound like someone who knows how to con his way through life. If you wanted my number, you should’ve just asked.’

‘The last time I asked a girl for her number did end well for me. So, I kind of figured a better approach____ we get to know each other first on social media, and then we can that it up from there.’

‘Social media generation!’ Favoured laughed. ‘What’s your view on the influence of social media in our coming election?’

I and Favour dabbled into politics. That girl is not just intelligent, she’s also political aware. While her kinds were getting frisky about Valentine celebration, she took a break from her job in Lagos to be in Enugu, where she registered, and vote.

Before we touched down, after I had gotten her phone number, I asked her if she had the intention of hanging out tonight, since it was St. Valentine’s Day. She smiled sheepishly and told me that Valentine is not really her thing but for my sake, she would oblige me if I’m willing to take her out. She, however, told me that I shouldn’t consider it a date.

Honestly, I had the best flight of my life this afternoon. When I got to my parents’ house in Independence Layout, I kept counting the time until it was 7:30pm. I called Favour twice to remind her of our not-a-real date outing but when she didn’t pick, I texted her telling her of how I’m looking forward to meeting her at out our rendezvous.
I was at Nike Lake Resort for close to two hours; no text or call from this delectable lady I met on the plane today. I’m beginning to think that she gave me a wrong number.
I got home tired and exhausted. And, instead of writing in my diary of how a girl stood me up, I decided to do this story which my friend agreed to share in his blog. If anything happens, after now, that’s what telling, I’ll continue this story. #LeoDozesOff

Source: https://sadozo.com/valentines-day-____-she-stood-me-up/