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So i had a conversation with an old time friend of mine last night and we shared our fears about marriage, here's what he had to say

"i swr its carzy....even worse is dt u gonna have to look at ur wife's saggy boobs n bulging stomach...and this lazy girls dis days...they never wld work out...lazy as Bleep...mehn i go sign pre-nup agreement with my wife ooo..to always work out and never get fat as sloppy
like i mean it... honestly it creeps me out when i see fat women....
especially d ones who are not supposed to be... our women are supposed to be d sexiest(some are) but they are too damn lazy to work out, some even bliv dts how they meant to be....can u bliv dt..."

LMAO

You are an Idiot... One who's blind. What does dying on the cross got to do with this? SMH

DJHANDSOME:
I think he should have had himself thoroughly beaten and nailed on a cross to prove Jesus story was TRUE. mitchwwww

This is not the Niger Delta people. People who know nothing about us will be quick to conclude. Niger deltans are peace loving people, its just unfortunate you hear all this negative things happening and that's because we've been pushed to the wall and too often the media blow it outta proportion how can you upload this video and call them Niger delta avenger and the feeble minded will conclude every young aspiring niger deltan is a militant. People talking ill about the Niger Delta probably never passed through the gateway of Benin City, all they hear is tales by moon light. You should try visiting i guess it will convince you.

You friends with which of them?

FlawlesRebirth02:
.ohhh

Yes i am. I'm their most eldest.

FlawlesRebirth02:
.excuse me?are u related to Favour/Joyce and sarah? Ur surname tho

The calibrator comes with the screen and it cost at about 8k. The engineer doing the fix could charge 1500 depends on your bargain.

real men don't rape.

Am urgently in need of an apple laptop charger here in auchi, edo state. I'll be glad if i can get a lead to buying one. I can be contacted via this number.
08070602004

I wish i could.

deeem:
And is there no way you can be of help?

She didnt go to the hospital. They are very poor.

Yieldings:
Aww, it's sad she lost one of the baby. I wonder who was handling him/her and how? That's just too bad. RIP.

I hope the mother and the babies were taken to the Hospital after the delivery to make sure they're all okay.

Congrats to her and her husband on the other two babies. I wish them well.

Our neighbor gave birth to a set of triplet babies in her house today. The woman's husband is a poor rice farmer who can barely provide food for the family, not to talk about hospital bills. Well, to cut the story, she successfully delivered in the bathroom with the help of some other neighbors around at the time, but lost one of the baby as a result of incompetent hands, in fact i overheard someone say the baby drowned, but how could that be been possible? Anyway, for me when i heard the news of a woman in labour I went far away from home i didn't wont to behold such site. But again the rate of poverty in this country is alarming and it doesn't seem to bother the leaders. Thank God for the woman strength.

He wasn't represented. thats Bad... what if you was innocent? what if he was tortured and couldn't stand the pressure? what if... Damn if there was a prosecution then, i he deserved a defense. This country self is terrible... Billion Naira thieves are roaming the streets on bail. this country is terrible place to call home.

i think we got power in the wrong hands... Truth be told.

How is it that the authorities get to recruit these crop of unprofessional individuals? it really does bit my imagination.

The last couple of months of my life seems to be like a movie paused. i'm not the trouble making kind of guy but somehow, i find myself in situations that one is either forced to react or stand and watch helplessly as one is being humiliated. In my case, the former best describes what i have been through lately.

I traveled to Ilorin last month for a friends wedding. it was a very long journey, traveling on the Nigerian typical bad road and in a cab who’s operators can be described as nothing short of greedy. I had a terrible experience going, so on my way back i had to go through another route which i found on google maps. This time the road wasn’t that bad but it had its own challenges almost at every 100km, i had to make a stop to board another vehicle, initially i preferred the route because i didn’t have to go through the Nightmare of traveling on a bad road that's more than 370km.

We started the journey that fateful sunday morning from iilorin to Omu-aran, on a boring note. There was no music to listen to and no one to start a conversation with. So i brought out my laptop which i always travel with to check on something that i had been working on. All of a sudden we approached a police check point, on reaching there i felt something very wrong and unusual about the officers. I couldn't really figure out exactly what it was, but i felt this very strong intuition that something was not right. So i quickly hibernated the computer and hid it under my bag, before the vehicle grind to a halt. A police man who i believe should be in his late 40’s dressed in a jean and polo shirt with the Inscription SARS written bold on it with a big pot belle, walked slowly to the car and gave this frantic look at ever one in the car, like information had reached him that a criminal had boarded the vehicle. The driver greeted him, i don’t think he responded, the next thing he ask the guy seated in front “who are you?” Most people find it difficult answering this question, as it can throw most people of balance, and i observe most people of the force in Nigeria use this question to gain a psychological edge in oppressing and intimidating people. So when the officer ask him, i noticed he couldn’t give a direct answer as he stuttered and barely could mention his name. Next the officer asked “what do you do’’? This time the guy was quick to say he was a student of Kwara state Polytechnic So officer ask the guy to step out of car, at this point i could sense the fear in the face of the guy.

The passengers in the middle seat where all females, so the officer simply turned his attention to me and another guy seated in the back seat. Having read a lot of books that teaches one how to deal with these tactics, i maintained an eye contact with him. I looked him in the face, then he asked, “who are you”? without hesitation i told me my name while i strongly maintained this physical eye contact. The next thing he ask was “what do you do”? I simply told him what i did for a living. I had not in any point bowed to his scheme as i had maintained an excellent posture and confidence and i bet the guy seating close to me understood quite well the tactics too as he was able to defend himself, so he left us and focused on the student who i guess had fallen victim. The officer asked for his luggage which was in a boot of the car so the driver who had a painful leg, assisted in opening the boot of the car. The officer searched every part of the luggage and saw some female clothing, so he started questioning him about the female clothes, he asked if it belong to the girlfriend and guy said it belonged to his sister that he was taking it to her. To my greatest surprise, the officer asked the guy for his cellphones of with the guy obliged, as if the search already wasn’t humiliating enough. I remember the guy brought out two smart phones then the officer asked him what he was doing with two smart phones which the boy couldn’t provide an answer because i believe he was as confused as i was. Next thing the officer asked the guy to open his Whatsapp applications and at the same time for no justified reason he was accusing the guy of being and internet fraudster and was asking him to corporate. I couldn’t believe it. It was as though i was teleported to my history pages back in my school days(I never like thats subject back in school maybe because of the way my teachers taught the subject). The officer asked all sort of questions invading this young man’s privacy. And when he couldn’t find anything incriminating he gave his phones back to him and asked him to pack his bags. Next thing he turned to the driver and started demanding for a tip, i couldn’t follow up the conversation as they had it in yoruba language. I guess the driver gave him some money though.

As we prepared to move, i could see the rest officer at the check point humiliating another guy, this one, they physically abused him, put him on handcuffs and was thrown at the back of the pickup truck. We had been delayed for nearly 25min if not more and i had a 7hr journey ahead of me. I started to process each and everything that had happened at the check point. At this point i became very scared, my fear was that i was miles away from home and i didn’t know anyone in Kwara state and i will be on my own if anything happened to me. So i quickly put my laptop computer in my bag as we resumed our journey to Omu-Aran.

I finally got to Omu Aran at about 11am and had to wait for about another 20 mins to board another cab going to Ado Ekiti. So on my way to Ado i was glad to have the company of this fine young man dress in a typical northern outfit. He spoke eloquently and intelligent, i would later find out he was a 300 level Economics student of the University of Ado Ekiti. So we picked up series of conversations from culture, politics and travel. He seemed to be very excited seeing a southerner, so he was very curious about me. He wondered how i could travel with just the aid of a google map. As we enjoyed our conversation, we ran into another police check point.

This time we were all boys in the car, two of us at the bad and one in front including the driver. the police guy who seem to be very jovial, asked us to come down and he briefed us that they were doing what they call a search operation and that he will want us to corporate with them. I didn’t want to resist or ask any questions about my rights as i had already seen another fellow right at the check point handcuffed to the back of their pick-up. one by one he search each and everyone of us, using his hands. While he was searching my new found friend picked up a joke and we all starting laughing, but deep inside the laughter had not passed my throat. The officer asked for my wallet, then if found some hard currency in it, i guess he was looking for something more than just currency As he search every but of the wallet, next he asked for my bag. This time i handle the search my self. In the bag i had a native outfit which i wore to the wedding, a shirt i had wore two days earlier, my perfume and of cause my laptop computer. The looks on his face made it seem to me like i was carrying a contraband item. but like i had earlier i maintain a very high level of confidence and i spoke as though i had never spoken pidgin english since the day i was born. To my greatest dismay the idiot started asking me what i use the laptop for and he also asked for the receipt. I told him that the laptop was purely for work and research purpose and that i got the it from a US store online so it came with an Electronic receipt. Then said he wanted something physical that he can believe. They say counter psychological messages produces depression. So i guess he wasn’t mentally sound enough to interrogate me, so he had to let me go. Fortunately, i wasn’t the only one in the car with a laptop that didn’t have a receipt. The process took nearly 20 mins. While we continued our journey my friend told me thats how they harass people on that route and if you fell victim for their scheme that it more humiliating than the search itself.

Till this very moment i find it disturbing that we exist in a country where the system is devoid of respect for basic human right, a country where the protector is the oppressor. Think about hundred of case like this that goes on heard of. A police man violating another persons privacy for his own selfish gain. Its terrible, when i see Television ads sponsored by the government to promote unity in this country, i see a fruitless effort as i believe that there is no right way to do wrong and there is also no wrong way to do right. These are flaws in government that even the blind can see, that should be addressed but they will rather ignore as they themselves are beneficiaries of the corruption. To be honest, I think we really got a long way to go in this country. As a kid i use to be a very firm believer of the project Nigeria, but as its now that believe is clouded in fog. I think 87 percent of Nigerians are still in Nigeria because they have no option and no where to go. Give them an option they will gladly take it. Am starting to see things that my parents told me i will not understand as a kid. Anyway, i got home safely that day. Its seemed to be history but that was just the beginning of my ordeal with the police. During my free time i will share my other experience with you guys

youruba Kings and money... SMFH.

Zombies can't read.

ba7man:
Sorry, didn't read what you wrote up there.

Mighty big zombie spotted.

ba7man:
When GEJ and his croonies were looting the Nation dry in full presence of everyone, these Mumus didn't know we would be worse off soon.

When oil prices were free falling without the previous administration saving, some people's brains couldn't tell them we would be worse off soon.

When corruption was the foundation of the Nigerian economy, some people's brains didn't figure out we would be worse off soon.

I'm glad I never got to witness how GEJ would have handled this economic crisis he helped create.... if he had won.

Then get displaced.

Ayomikun37:
I've already lost someone I truly loved to a Boko Haram attack, except that I wasn't displaced from my home... so, what do you say?

I will reply your comment when you lose someone you truly love and you displaced from your home in a boko haram onslaught then we can have a conversation about this.

Ayomikun37:
Now, if I insult nutters like you, I'll be accused once again of being a rude loud-mouthed idiotic teen. But just take a moment to think about the nonsense you wrote up there... You read the OP and instead of addressing the points made, all you had to say was that "he made NO sense"? Very reminiscent of KingEbukasBlog....

SirShymexx:
Nothing personal as well. It is just about calling out an utter failure who has blood on his hands, robbed millions of people a good life and part of the sovereign wealth, and was a curse.

There's nothing to find out here...once you donate money to small counties, they'll give you an award for recognition. It is basically like donating or volunteering at local councils in the UK. I honestly don't know what he needs the lousy awards for tbh. If I were in his shoes, I would go ghost and enjoy the loot. But I guess he's too dumb to realise that no one cares about his existence.

zombie

InvertedHammer:
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Cities of Antioch and Lathrop

I have been living in California most of my life. I have never heard of these cities.

I just had to google it. Antioch is a city of about 100,000 people (one of those little towns off the highways).

Jonathan's handlers are shameless.

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another zombie spotted.

yarimo:
Mtchew nonsense so GEJ has improved peace in the north east when he was president?

zombie spotted

You must be out of your mind. I know that you know that you don't make sense.

Akshow:
I guess you are not Yoruba and don't understand his flow. He schooled phyno on using the Native language to rap.

really? Olamide sounds pathetic his works cant stand the test of time. I hate quantity music. Really music is quality. Ask 2face how he stays relevant.

Drchristian:
These bush people envy yoruba people no be small after all the success they've got frm d attache by force union..
From
Nollywood
Afrobeat
Education
Religion
Culture
e.t.c
I wonder what these bush people will be today if in their SE region without the yoruba's culture.

What exactly are you trying to prove?

So many lives in this world filled with despair and abuse /
A war in our minds and no sings of declaring a truce /
Filled with insecurities we try to evade the message of truth /
Our spirits so depressed as we look back at the blessing of youth /
Fear of growing older, afraid of the uncertainty of death /
Soul's going colder, because all this hurting see it's left /
Us with no sense of empathy or understanding for those in need /
Instead we look to please ourselves by fucking hoes which lead /
Our mind's to look for more highs so half our money goes on weed /
This habit can even lead to us spending money that used to be spent on those we feed /
And as we ponder on the past now we have to ask how our human race came to be so close minded /
Loads find it, weird that I can sit here and make the truth clear for those blinded
By all the lies and the propaganda, ask your pap or granda about truth but yet they don't even know proper grammar /
We ain't Egyptian slaves so why not question what we building, why not drop the hammer? /
Now that's a metaphor for our part in building this society or what's more either way your strongly involved /
We all believed strongly in God until Charles Darwin said you're all wrong. .we evolved!! /
We thought all along that we solved, the mysteries in life but it's not quite that easy instead we've been misled /
And this bred, the idea in our head that we can't trust anyone and with this said /
It can maybe explain people acting disgraceful /
We put effort into art and a troll can call it whack and just wasteful /
It's ironic that it's the food for thought that they lack yet their plate's full /
But see, reality isn't tasteful, it's like every time you move forward you always get your waist pulled /
This place is dull, it's like online success seems to deflect the pain of the struggle /
But we only kidding ourselves and still we remain in a bubble /
We too scared to admit it but we really aim for a cuddle, looking for someone to pick us up when we lying by the drain in the rain by the puddle, it seems our brain has been muddled /
Facing failure, our face is paler, off pace in this great race looking to switch place with those in better position starts our inhibition and creates a jail for /
Our very mind to stay contained as we maintain the main train of thought /
Staying the same our brains have bought /
Into this limit we believe in, but this is YOUR life so just live it while your breathing /
Stay true cuz if you mimic your deceiving, the gift that your receiving and you'll end up as another gimmick just grieving /
It seems now a days that everyone's in a fight for attention, more so in writing than action /
It's like an infection, it's like the attraction of people's 'likes' and their mention /
Of you on social media strikes a connection, and stands as a substitute for people being nice and showing them old types of affection /
We believe in our mind even when we have never seen brains /
And what seems strange, is that our very own genes change /
After being altered by life's situations and your own mental process /
So less, drama and no stress, means our DNA will show less /
Signs of change our any kind of alteration /
So is it our fault for facing, these challenges when damage is used to halt sensations /
Of arrogance and ignorance of those we class as lesser /
It shows the mess we're. . .in but I oppose this massive pressure /
To conform to what's classed as normal, call me dis-formed or misinformed but I'll just call it selfless /
You can call yourself free, or normal but me I'll just call you helpless /
And although this life is tough I've always managed from the start /
Even though I've dealt with quite enough I still have damage in the heart /
And recognize that bullies only pick on you to evoke a response /
I once knew a person who had never spoke to me once /
But he said to me "they may pick on me now, but I feel sorry for them because in life there's really no hope for the cunts" /
So paranoid which is derived from the suspicion,how have we arrived at this position /
Going mad like addicts deprived off their prescription, need others to blame so we subscribe to this division just like the tribes in each religion /
Watching time just pass by, without ever thinking to ask why /
Driven by the peoples needs, forgiven for their evil deeds /
Are you surviving in a body or are you living in a jail cell? /
Striving to live Godly but in reality been given real hell /
In most schools all critical thinking is simply disregarded /
They teach you to as no questions so any fucking wonder why we've gotten this retarded /
Too long messing with women can leave you emotionally drained /
Loved this one girl but I somehow got the notion she blamed /
Me for the commotion and pain, we was supposed to be trained /
In love, but we mostly complained, and the deep pain that remains was the most that we gained /
You want be to quit bitching 'm sure but look at the rich and the poor and how they are widening the gap /
I let these thoughts linger before you find them residing in my rap /
But see my pride has been pried right from my lap /
And I want to change direction before I ride into a trap /
So many different paths in life that we take, different choices we make /
We have people talking to us daily but we're told those voices are fake /
Self conscious? If so then at birth once it's launched it's true freedom unfolding /
Free from a hole in, which we would cease to exist, they say knowledge is key and this is the key that I'm holding /
Growing cold when we're old we've been told our soul will live on but this can't be cuz we've sold em /
And how can I be free until I can see that it's me that they're molding /
In a search for true perfection, but too distracted by the new selection /
Of preoccupations. . . . . .I mean football's a good distraction /
Social media's a good distraction, entertainment and lies that you view as facts an /
The fact is that we fall in this delusion of what really is real and what's really fake /
So we go to seek a religion to listen to their tale of who's really great /
See some of us want to be forgiven for our sins and we point the blame at our badness /
Our brains contain all these bad bits, but we still deny it and complain if we had this /
Or had that then we would be happy and could refrain from hanging with the bad kids /
But once we get some money we pretend to be happy in public but alone at home we still remain in this sadness /
It's hard to depict it but we're so inflicted with much pain in this madness /
Bruised and stained but glad this. . .happened as it gave me much more than just this rapping on this lad's list /
Overcame so many fucking obstacles it's just a shame that my dad's missed /
All those moments of struggle and success, spent most my life in a bubble and depressed /
But thankfully I climbed out of all the rubble and the rest /
Of the shit they stacked on top of me with the odds against me /
Used to never believe in nothing but after twenty four years even though I know there will be plenty more tears I feel like God's convinced me /

Sure Bro i was so addicted to Prison Break. that 5 mins to a crucial exam i had to write i was watching prison break.

Kriztovar13:
But I guess you're tru with school by nkw

this same series almost made me drop outta school, now they are coming back... please na which kind thing be this?

There is only one Oba. Omo N'Oba of Benin Kindgom. We dont know the rest wanna be Obas.

Moheat:
A case of if Mohammed cannot go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Mohammed. This is why I respect the Oba of Benin he doesn't go around like all these western obas.

This is one thing that will never happen in the Benin Kingdom. SMH