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Fulani people are destroying our farms in kaduna south, rapping our women.. Help us nigeria

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fastgyal:
lol. the man is deranged. well I hope his daughter attends Unilag in future, so someone can say this same thing to him. then, he'd know how it feels to make such derailing statement.

why exposing your body, aunty uni shag, sorry lag

superdoc:
To those relating this to Muslims, let me tell you i am proud to be a muslim. So if you see me walking in street the please shot me to death. you can only talk here but I swear By Allah even all the xtain in southern Nigeria cannot wipe out Islam in Nigeria which I believe is your mission and i swear by allah no xtain can face me eye ball to eye ball and abuse islam. from statistics Islam is growing more rapid than the so called Christianity. So xtain please keep hating but I'd like to tell you that your hating do no harm to we muslim, moreover in my department at school I don't give a damn to any xtain because i believe they hate me and i hate them too. So xtain if you want peace we can make it but if you want war we can declare it #im not afraid

Mumu

SorftWerk:
I see...hmm, thanks for the heads up dear, what would u want as thank you from me?

send 1mil into my account

SorftWerk:
Jesus!


How did u know about this?

most females on nairaland are actually males. . Catfishes.. Loool

SorftWerk:
tell me its a lie

I kid you not. Buhahahahahahahahaha

SorftWerk:
lol...who exactly?

nickydoe hidding under a female monicker

UnimkeAk:
Take a chill pill...
i only said U were gay by association.
but i can now say that u are really gay and effiminate. ..
Iv never heard of any straight manly guy being toasted by gays before .
Yu give off that vibe , thats y u have gays hitting up on u from north south east and west, even extraterrestrial gays would be on their telescope or some advance equipments hitting on u...

I bet my left breast, you are a gay or bi

SorftWerk:
tell me what happened at the beach, let all the secrets out boo

do you know the guy you're chatting with is a boy?

Deadvalley001:
Guy pity that idiot.

pig, goan bath

Devices:
Daft ape

imbecilic monkey

Devices:
Shameless gay, dirty street urchin. .

Goan commit suicide, bastard

Devices:
May Fulani herdsmen wipe your entire family from the surface of this earth.

may boko haram pieces your lineage and feed on their intestines and ovary and scrotum in Sango's name

Me I think it's benue, followed by kogi and kwara. Argue with your boxers

Kunlexic:
Issokay, pls dnt let us derail the thread.
We are Men of honour

swear that you're not the one behind that monicker

frenchwine:
When you make your argument, you should do it in context. On the civil service scale, this is comparatively one of the best for career jobs.
Legislation isnt a career job , hence no basis for comparison.
Oil and gas, telecoms etc aren't in the civil service. If you wanna compare, you should use the salary scale of private universities like Covenant, AUN, etc in which school fees is equivalent to a lecturer II annual salary.
Do you know that the lecturers' salary scale far outstrips that of the medical doctors?

are they gods? I mean the Med doc

Gudfrie:
Onikere GAU lepa GAU oooooo

mami lepa dady lepa GAU Op ahhh dupe

pharmvikky:
ode!
am not a dullard like you.

The way u talk sef, I blamed it on Ijebu weed
Naughty boi

why hidding under a female monicker? You will never change
PS: I'm and not am also, blame not blamed

romme2u:
that is not how to get cork's attention

start with and then don't type anything

then create a new post and type gibberish, he'll show

VERY IMPORTANT: don't fail to state that you are light skin bae else he won't answer

lmao. Aint trynna get his attention. Just trolling

olawalebabs, Lalasticlala Fynestboi, Mynd44 Richiez Seun

*LIFE IN PHARMACY SCHOOL*

I remember when I had my first carryover in the school of pharmaceutical studies, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. I actually thought I was going to die because of the pain I was feeling. I moved around like a widow. I would hide myself in deserted buildings and cry from morning till night. For two days, I refused to eat anything.
I stopped picking my parents’ calls because I couldn't even imagine telling them that I had failed at school. So I continued to cry and starve myself. I was having a new experience in my life- that of failure. I grew up being the best in everything and was always at the top of my class effortlessly. In fact, years after I left secondary school, I met one of my teachers who asked me,
“Hope you’re still carrying on your legacy of profound academic excellence?”
And the thing with pharmacy school is that our courses are linked in such a way that failing a single course (even in your first year) can give you an automatic extra year. It doesn’t even matter if your GPA is 4.89. They are called prerequisites. We even had courses that you could only pass with an A or a B. C was a fail.
And we didn't have “resits” or summer school- a chance to stay back and rewrite those courses at the end of the semester or session when your mates are at home. Nah. You just have to wait an entire year to retake the frigging course!
When I finally spoke to my dad that first time, he said,
“I know you've never failed at anything before and this must feel like your entire world just crumbled. But you’ve to get up and try again. You'll be fine.”
Damn. Pharmacy school didn't get any easier. The lectures from morning till evening all through the week except on Sundays, the millions of tests, assignments and practicals we had to run... I watched my colleagues getting withdrawn left, right and centre. People were taking drugs, caffeine to stay awake and read through the night. One of my classmates nearly lost his mind because he was smoking marijuana just so he could keep up with his study load.
At the time, if there was any attempted suicide incident in ABU, Zaria, that person was most likely a pharmacy student. There was even a case of a guy who threw himself from the third floor of Suleiman hostel upon seeing his results.
I learnt how to cram in pharmacy school. I realized that my method of studying to learn was holding me back because all some of the lecturers wanted to see was exactly what they taught you. And there were courses you had no choice but to cram- all those diagrams, chemical structures, dates and classifications. If you’re bad at cramming in pharmacy school, you’ll fail woefully.
But then at the back of your mind, you're expected to have an understanding of all you are being taught nonetheless. Because in your final year, you would be required to remember all you have been taught from your first or second year to pass most of your courses.
What am I trying to say?
I learnt how to look failure in the eye and tell it I wasn’t backing down come what may because of ABU, Zaria. Trust me, failure was and is still one of my greatest fears. In fact it is my biggest driving force. But I learnt to turn failure into a goldmine. I allowed it to remould me and refine me. I’m stronger and better today because I know what it means to fall but not to stay down.
I know that failure can do one of two things to everyone of us- turn you into an even bigger failure or become the spring board to an even more amazing success story. I had colleagues in pharmacy school, Zaria who never recovered from their first set of carryovers. They became so overwhelmed that they had to eventually leave.
That’s why I keep saying this- the power to be almost anything you want to be lies in your mind. If you can conquer your fears, you can conquer anything. But if you already feel defeated inside of you, there’s really no way you are going to succeed at any task.
So wake up every morning with a victorious attitude, tell yourself these words as often as possible,
“I’m stronger/bigger than this challenge/
phase/pain. This challenge/phase/pain will only do one thing- make me better/
stronger.”
And then go right ahead to put in the needed effort required to achieve your goals or projects.
Never forget- the power to change your story lies in your hands...


© *Blessing Mary Ocheido!

*LIFE IN PHARMACY SCHOOL*

I remember when I had my first carryover in the school of pharmaceutical studies, Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. I actually thought I was going to die because of the pain I was feeling. I moved around like a widow. I would hide myself in deserted buildings and cry from morning till night. For two days, I refused to eat anything.
I stopped picking my parents’ calls because I couldn't even imagine telling them that I had failed at school. So I continued to cry and starve myself. I was having a new experience in my life- that of failure. I grew up being the best in everything and was always at the top of my class effortlessly. In fact, years after I left secondary school, I met one of my teachers who asked me,
“Hope you’re still carrying on your legacy of profound academic excellence?”
And the thing with pharmacy school is that our courses are linked in such a way that failing a single course (even in your first year) can give you an automatic extra year. It doesn’t even matter if your GPA is 4.89. They are called prerequisites. We even had courses that you could only pass with an A or a B. C was a fail.
And we didn't have “resits” or summer school- a chance to stay back and rewrite those courses at the end of the semester or session when your mates are at home. Nah. You just have to wait an entire year to retake the frigging course!
When I finally spoke to my dad that first time, he said,
“I know you've never failed at anything before and this must feel like your entire world just crumbled. But you’ve to get up and try again. You'll be fine.”
Damn. Pharmacy school didn't get any easier. The lectures from morning till evening all through the week except on Sundays, the millions of tests, assignments and practicals we had to run... I watched my colleagues getting withdrawn left, right and centre. People were taking drugs, caffeine to stay awake and read through the night. One of my classmates nearly lost his mind because he was smoking marijuana just so he could keep up with his study load.
At the time, if there was any attempted suicide incident in ABU, Zaria, that person was most likely a pharmacy student. There was even a case of a guy who threw himself from the third floor of Suleiman hostel upon seeing his results.
I learnt how to cram in pharmacy school. I realized that my method of studying to learn was holding me back because all some of the lecturers wanted to see was exactly what they taught you. And there were courses you had no choice but to cram- all those diagrams, chemical structures, dates and classifications. If you’re bad at cramming in pharmacy school, you’ll fail woefully.
But then at the back of your mind, you're expected to have an understanding of all you are being taught nonetheless. Because in your final year, you would be required to remember all you have been taught from your first or second year to pass most of your courses.
What am I trying to say?
I learnt how to look failure in the eye and tell it I wasn’t backing down come what may because of ABU, Zaria. Trust me, failure was and is still one of my greatest fears. In fact it is my biggest driving force. But I learnt to turn failure into a goldmine. I allowed it to remould me and refine me. I’m stronger and better today because I know what it means to fall but not to stay down.
I know that failure can do one of two things to everyone of us- turn you into an even bigger failure or become the spring board to an even more amazing success story. I had colleagues in pharmacy school, Zaria who never recovered from their first set of carryovers. They became so overwhelmed that they had to eventually leave.
That’s why I keep saying this- the power to be almost anything you want to be lies in your mind. If you can conquer your fears, you can conquer anything. But if you already feel defeated inside of you, there’s really no way you are going to succeed at any task.
So wake up every morning with a victorious attitude, tell yourself these words as often as possible,
“I’m stronger/bigger than this challenge/
phase/pain. This challenge/phase/pain will only do one thing- make me better/
stronger.”
And then go right ahead to put in the needed effort required to achieve your goals or projects.
Never forget- the power to change your story lies in your hands...


© *Blessing Mary Ocheido!*

Middle finger to those attacking me

riddler4real:
There’s a saying “life is full of surprises.” I got mine a mouthful one morning on my way to work.

You know the usual drill in Lagos, wake up 4:00am get ready leave by 5:00am to beat the traffic….. “Man must hustle”. It takes about 1hr 30min for me to get to oshodi bus stop. Then from there I would join the queue and wait for the BRT bus and then off to work…. Daily drill.

One very day, I got to the BRT bus stop a little late. I was so disturbed, there was no better option then taking the BRT buses, since only the buses can pass through the BRT lanes. The queue was like forever and I knew I was going to be toast if I get to work late that morning. So as I tried to walk around the queue, looking for some good Samaritan to allow me chip in, I saw a man who smiled at me.

It was a warm delightful smile and what I could deduce from it was a kind and noble gesture to my desperate need. The man appeared to be in his mid 50’s I guess, he wore a suite and he looked like a gentleman. So I smiled back at him and said. “Good morning sir, please can I stand in front of you?”
He said. “Good morning young man, Yes you may.”
I was so happy and I hurriedly fixed my self in the line at the chagrin of others. The gentleman stood by my defense and the angry guys calmed their nerves and there was peace as we all waited for the BRT bus to show up. The line was very tight and there was a lot of body contacts everywhere.

Finally a BRT bus drove into the bus stop and everyone was itching to enter, the queue was still maintained. It became obvious that the BRT won’t contain most people on the queue so the BRT official, after lots of persuasion decided to let as many people as possible into the BRT bus. The process was a bit rough though, but I was able to enter, along with the good Samaritan who helped me.

When we got inside the BRT bus, I got a spot where I could lean my back on a pole. So as I was about to lay claim my domain in the over crowded bus, the gentleman who helped me said. “Please can I stay behind you so I can lean my back on the pole, you know I am not as strong as you are.”
Immediately I said to him. “Yes sir, with all pleasure.” as I gave way for him to stay behind me.
One good turn deserve another, Abi?


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wB9IL3dQbI


So the BRT bus was over filled and it started to move. All I was concerned about was getting to work before 8:00am. My MD isn’t the kind of guy that likes to take excuses. So as we journeyed to our various destinations in the over filled bus, all parked up like sardines, I got my self busy with my earphones listening to music.

After about 1hr, there was a little poky feeling I had been feeling on my butt region. I have never felt a guys penis on my butt before so it never crossed my mind. And besides, I least expected the gentleman to be responsible for that because I assumed he’s a family man with kids about my age.

I kept on feeling it with more intensity… So I started speculating the likely object that could be responsible. I thought it could be a belt buckle, but the impact was more resounding. So I thought it could some object in his pocket. I was beginning to get confused about it. I then decided to push out my butt a bit so I can feel whether it is what I feared. After I did that, I couldn’t come up with any thing.

Next minute the gentleman rested his head on my shoulder. I assumed he must have been tired and probably taking little doze, a quick nap as we moved through the traffic jammed 3rd mainland bridge. So I allowed him to rest his head on my shoulder, since he was of help initially. I felt there was nothing wrong in being your brothers keeper. I said to myself. “Let the old man relax jor.”

Next minute, he’s head started moving slightly across my shoulder, like he’s head was on some kind of pillow. I then stood firm so he could be more relaxed. Next thing, I felt a hand on my waist. I quickly took a peep and saw it was the gentleman’s. I started putting 2 and 2 together.

First I thought about the poky object, which I inferred as his penis. Secondly, I must have encouraged him by tilting my butt towards him, as I sought to feel what was poking me at that time. Thirdly I did not make any hesitations when he laid his head on my shoulder and enjoying himself. Fourthly, how can a man dozing be gripping my waist like I am some girl?. And lastly “Oh my God!! I am being molested by a gay.”

I felt so irritated, confused and very angry. I stood still and tried to think of what I could do. Many things came to my mind. Shouting on him or warning him out-rightly, I just didn’t know which one. I felt so much respect for him, and for his kindness I wouldn’t want to embarrass him publicly. His body part was still on me: He’s penis was poking, he’s head was leaning on my shoulder and his hand on my waist. I knew very well I could never allow it till we reach Obalende Bus stop. I did not want to cause a public scene and I was to shy to confront him.

I ran out of ideas and became sick that instant. I felt I was being raped and molested, I felt weak like an abused kid. I had enough and an idea came to my mind. I said to my self. “Why don’t you step on him with all your might.”
That idea was so sweet as it cooked up in my thoughts. It was perfect because, if I step on him forcefully, with all my might. No one will know just the 2 of us. It won’t be a loud stomp, just a gradual step on his foot. Crushing his bones with every strength I have in me.

I then gently placed my right heel on his right foot. I bet he didn’t know what was coming, he must have thought it was a mutual response. Then I gradually applied force and suddenly I put all my weight on it. He startled, like a thief caught with his booty. I didn’t let go, my heel was still there. He then suddenly whispered. “Please. I am sorry, Please, my son forgive me.”

He then moved away from my back and squeezed himself to some other spot. I felt so free and redeemed from that anomaly. Believe me, it was a terrible way to start your day. I chose not to look back or say anything.

I reached the last bus stop and I went to work and I got there late to face my MD’s rants and scolding through out the day. If only I could tell him what I went through, he might feel a bit sorry for me.

I thought you work in Dubai? People lie alot in Nairaland

Ichietome:
OK then I'll stick with it.
That's the reason why I stayed one year @ home.
I did my jamb last year and was preparing vigorously for the post ume b4 dey came up with dis new policy. Sadly my waec didn't favour me.

Finally anyway, it seems am going to stick with unizik.

but then, if you want adventure, you can try northern states like unimaid, sokoto or kasu or gsu.. It's risky though

Oshey baddest

Ichietome:
Am from Anambra so invariably unizik seems to be the best option here. I want to confirm if unizik pharmacy school is standard enough

have not been there. No school is standard in Nigeria. For PCN and NUC to accredit the school , then it's ok. I wish post utme wasn't scrapped

Ichietome:
Am from Anambra, Eng-B3,Igbo-B3,Crk-B3,Chem-C5,Phy-c5,Bio-C4,Math-C6,Bk-keeping-C6,Civic-C5

d core 5 subjects aren't impressive... Just make your choices around where your catchment area fits. Also go through last year threads on such schools to know what their aggregate policies are. The schools that make use of 8subjects would be of more benefit to you. All the best.

pharmvikky:
Yes student
You?

this one would be withdrawn very soon