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Of course, yet the idiot says that it is the WOMAN's FAULT she is harassed because she dresses in skirts? REALLY?

tpia@:
But seriously, are SOME women not mattresses?

And yes, it goes both ways, some men are public taps.

I have no opinion about the write up yet, until i know where this is going.

Birds of a feather.
The article was written by Chika Oduah not me retard

kwangi: ^^Silly Nigerians?
With everything I just read, me no fit take you serious!
I think #Olu gave it to you as it is.

I stopped hanging out with nigerians because some of them think like 2nd tier animals. Seriously. I read this piece

I got a job in New York City a few years ago. I was new to the American North; I still reeked of the South. Pillsbury biscuits, Georgian peaches and Jiffy cornbread with a dollop of Daisy. Chick-Fil-A, Bojangles’ and Piggly Wiggly. I was a Southern American, in many ways. Cheerful, trusting, polite, Bible-wielding, slow-talkin’, Southern. South of the Potomac, East of the Mississippi. Paisley print blouses, plastic sunflowers hot glued on Payless Shoes open-toe rubber sandals. But I was all right, I guess. Perhaps a bit wide-eyed, gap-tooth grinning, but I was all right.
The job was with a news media outfit that covers Africa and the affairs of the black Diaspora. It was fashionable, in every sense, that media company. Funded by big-name multinationals, Third World saviors, it sought to tackle malfeasance and corruption with heavy handed, not always credible citizen reportage. The company had made its name among particular Westerners and Fela-loving expatriate Africans, students of the school of thought that says African governments need a total sociopolitical upheaval to weed out the kleptocrats before anything substantial can be planted, plug in the former student union grassroots activists who give a care about the proletariat, slum dwellers, retired civil servants, and unemployed twenty somethings. A single-handed crusade propelled by American dollars and mercenary Africaphiles, this media company had recruited a handful of passionate, impressionable youngsters with a compelling allegiance to Africa. Aluta Continua! Help the motherland. We thought, or at least I did.

So I went to work. My title was a new one. Within that role, I initiated new projects, helped revive slumbering ventures, planned and promoted the awesomeness of the company — what we were doing and where we hoped to go. I tuned in, excited about every single part of the job. Everything seemed fine in the beginning.

I went out with the boss one evening to hang out after work. I was still new to the North, still new to the city. A Nigerian immigrant in his early 40s, the boss had a hip rugged fashion aesthetic, quintessentially urban: distressed brown jackets and boots, a hefty brown backpack. He was the rebel with a cause, a card-carrying activist. Encrusted in the syrupy coos of his admirers, he has fans on both sides of the Atlantic. He was charisma defined.

He’d been nice to me thus far, a listening ear for my Southerner’s rants and observations on northern culture. We walked around the street corner to a swanky new spot with a shiny glass exterior and perfumed-scented, dimly lit interior. Good living people in stiletto pumps and crisp blazers, leather and lace, hung there. He led me to a couch in the corner where we sat down. I don’t drink, so I didn’t order. We chit chatted pleasantly about school, guys, Africa, Nigerians, our past, our future.

When we get up to leave, he grabs my waist. He pulls me to his chest. He leans in for a kiss. My stunned mind stops thinking. It shuts down; I hurry to turn it back on. Easy, Chika. Don’t embarrass the man. Take it easy. I slide out of his arms with a surprising calm. I’m just not interested. I say his name for effect. It works. He gets the point, yet the perplexity in his eyes remains. I never bring it up. It’s like it never happened. It never happened again.

As time goes on, I grew in confidence at work as I befriended my fellow colleagues and further solidified my commitment to “the Africa cause” and to excel in my job performance. I began expressing my opinions about the way things were done, and offering suggestions on how I thought we could improve in production quality and efficiency. The boss welcomed the suggestions, in the beginning, but only to a certain extent.

Time after time, I begin to notice a pattern: he seemed to have issues with women, especially expressive women with a backbone.

“She’s arrogant,” he would often say with a sneer and a dismissive shrug whenever I would mention names of high-profile successful women I admired. Whether it was author Chimamanda Adichie, or a well-known female journalist, or a female politician, it seemed all successful women were inherently arrogant to him.

Eventually, my efforts at work never seem good enough. The boss is known to be hot-tempered and I was often on the receiving end of his sarcastic remarks, his angst, his frustration, and disapproval. Any gaps from my colleagues, anything they failed to do, it was usually my fault. I was the office scapegoat. Some of my colleagues noticed this. They’d throw me sympathetic glances or they’d simply try to ignore the situation and keep their eyes glued to their computer screens. After such occurred not once or twice or thrice but on multiple instances, I soon became aware of the hierarchy. My male colleagues seldom received the boss’s butchering complaints. I’d arrive to work and the boss would remain silent to my greetings. My male colleagues would arrive and the boss would say hey what’s up man and crack jokes with them and have a jolly good time. He had a propensity to engage in sex jokes with my male colleagues, the kind of lewd comedy high school boys often entertain.

My female colleagues usually fulfilled the boss’s wishes without much objection, but on the whole, it looked to me like the guys were coasting.

In my role at work, I was frequently undermined. He’d constantly override decisions I had already made with his prior authorization. He’d demean my work in the presence of others. He’d sometimes shut down my attempts to join the staff in their friendly, office banter. He rarely expressed gratitude about my initiatives and strategies that were clearly having a positive effect on the company.
“Do you really think you’re directing anything?” A colleague once asked me.
The situation deteriorated. I pushed myself harder, completing massive amounts of work by staying late into the night when everyone else had gone home. Graveyard shifting, early mornings. He began shouting at me in the workplace in front of my colleagues. My cheerful, trusting, polite, Bible-wielding, slow-talkin’, Southern mannerisms were dissipating. The city was taking its toll on me. I felt like discarded mush. I planned my exit. Looked for another job.

One day he called me to meet him in the office. In the meeting, he said the company is losing money, said he had to let me go. Though I was the one who was suddenly unemployed, it was his emotions and composure that began to unravel as I fought to keep the work I had produced – works that were mine. The payment I was promised because I was not given notice of my termination in advance, he didn’t pay me anywhere near half of it. He lied and said I was never even employed, said I was just a contractor, a freelancer or something like that. My work agreement had conveniently disappeared from where I had placed it inside my work desk months ago. The intervention meeting we were supposed to have where we were supposed to present our cases before two or three mediators, well, that was conveniently cancelled. A male colleague and a prominent columnist with the company intervened, but nothing much came out of it. Perhaps, they – both guys – ended up siding with the boss.
Because the boss had already depicted me as “one of those” power-hungry, erratic, opinionated, overly assertive, selfish girls, one who eagerly challenged his authority. That false image suited his chauvinistic motives.
“You like attention,” he once told me.
Wrong. I’m actually as shy as a kiwi bird.
“You’re a career woman,” he once told me. It came out as a judgmental scoff. He’s a career man himself, but because it’s more socially acceptable for men to devote much time and energy to their professional lives, the term “career man” is seldom used.
In the workplace, women often work twice as hard as their male colleagues, yet still face the brunt of disapproval when things don’t go right, while male colleagues seem to get by. We put in overtime – a 2013 study from the Ponemon Institute revealed that women employees “work harder and longer” than men do. Another 2013 study from Edith Cowan University and the University of New England found that “women experience more rude and disrespectful behavior in the workplace, but they tolerated it more.” We continuously strive to be on the good side of the boss. Women seem to always be compensating for something. Their womanhood?
Most of the women who worked at that company hardly objected or posed a challenge to my former boss’s sugarcoated slurs and sly insolence. But I had an opinion and I voiced it. My opinions, my free-willed spirit and intolerance for nonsense cost me my job… for that I am grateful.
My former boss’s attitude toward women is not unique.

I had a conversation with a gentleman here in Nigeria who said women in positions of power always become over-bearing, whereas men know how to handle leadership and success with humility.
“It gets to their heads,” he said of women in management roles.
Looking back, I realize that my experience at that New York City-based media company was not atypical. I wrote this piece “It Happened To Me” bolstered by the courage I summoned immediately after reading a blog post a few days ago (read here) entitled “The White Savior Industrial Complex & Sexual Harassment of African Female Aid Workers” by Lesley Agams. Agams vividly describes an assault by a male colleague while working as the Nigeria country director for the renown Oxfam GB. After the assault, the man in question handed her a contract termination letter. Many of my fellow women have confided in me, sharing harrowing real-life tales of near-rape incidents in the workplace, cases where they were told to sleep with the boss to get a promotion, and aggressive intimidation by male supervisors.
And it’s not only the overtly patriarchal, “man-is-the-head” types who are committing this abuse.
It’s also the hash-tagging, progressive, left-winged liberals garbed in trendy activist attire: thick soled boots and dashikis, plaid button-downs and worn blue jeans with worn sneakers, or cropped blazers over cotton shirts without neckties. These activists are too often propped up in a righteous spotlight. They march on as darlings of the revolution, unexamined. Their act-ivism is unstoppable… their acts, unstoppable.
I met one of these young self-titled human rights activist types. He was among those arrested for protesting during the 2012 Occupy Nigeria rallies. This guy picks and chooses his causes and apparently the advancement of women is not one of them. In his mind, women’s rights are not important enough. After I voiced my opposition to his foul groping and leering sexual advances on me, he told me “women’s rights are not human rights.”
Even the Pan-African activist revolutionary himself, Fela Kuti once sang, “When I say woman na mattress I no lie.”
Confiding in others about incidents of workplace harassment and intimidation often backfires. Some employees get terminated. Others stay in those toxic work environments after they are made to doubt their own perceptions.
Relax, calm down, maybe it’s your imagination, it’s no big deal, maybe you’re just stressed out, well you know you’re very pretty, he didn’t mean it that way, dress more conservatively, forget about it, maybe you led him on, well… ignore it, just pray about it, you can be very emotional, you’re being dramatic, um…stop working late hours in the office, say no next time, these things happen, you’re overreacting, are you sure?
Yes, I am sure.
Harassment is still harassment whether in the form of intimidation in the workplace, sexual propositions or subtle or obvious oppression.
In his 1,621-word editorial, (which you can read here) Los Angeles-based social commentator Yashar Ali compares the emotional manipulation and harassment of women to gaslighting, a coined term referencing the 1944 feature movie in which Charles Boyer’s character employs wily strategies to make his wife, played by Ingrid Bergman, believe she is crazy. Off the Hollywood production sets, real life is full of cases where women, distressed in the workplace, keep quiet for fear of being labeled troublesome. Or crazy. They allow perpetrators to go free, especially when the perpetrator is a popular man.

If we share our experiences collectively, we can break down the wall of silence.
It’s time to tell our stories.

And here is what a "Nigerian man" had to say

olu: Women of these days tire me I beg.
If you are not really interested in your boss, what did you decided to hang out with him for?
In your own words, you wrote that you decided to hang out in a bar with your boss after work. What kind of messages or vibes do you think you were passing on to this your 'boss'?
What kind of women hangs out with their bosses after work? Was hanging out with your boss after work part of your work schedule?
I bet you knew that man was happily married and u still decided to go to a club or bar with him and now you are claiming ignorance and innocence after being tossed like a rotten milkshake.

If you have a boyfriend at that time, dont u think your boyfriend would have felt offended by u hanging out with men after work? What do you think your boyfriend would have thought of you for that singular act?
They lured a man on and once the man makes his move, they now start claiming sexual molestation.

This is becoming too ridiculous. Every little thing is now sexual harassment.
Meanwhile all the women at my work-place, both married and unmarried keeps on wearing tight pants, showing off their booties' in front of me all the time.
Maybe I should file complaints of sexual harassment against all of them. At times I wonder what kinds of men allowed their wives to dress so revealing.
One can't even concentrate at work with all these Bs and Hs all over with their cleavages poking at you.

Why do women acts like this? If you don't like a guy, don't entertain him, period. Don't give him audience. Let him realize that you are unavailable upfront. Don't start wearing miniskirts and very tight pants in front of him, shaking your Yansh front left to back right, only for you to start feeling cheap and offended when the man respond by making moves on you.

You better beg for forgiveness from God and repent so that you can get a real man who will wife u up after all your escapades with men both married and unmarried all over the places you have worked.
I rest my case.
olu@atlanta.

Seriously, did a breathing human being just reason like a BIG FOOL? Nigerian men, when will you all stop thinking like simple idiots. I'm sure some retards will say the piece is too long but will hurriedly post on non-beneficial articles about "wizkid" stupid nigerians.

I thought you were supposed to be "inferior" to him?

sexkillz: [color=#000030]I won't hide your thread nor ban you. Be free to vent your frustrations. Life is hard for you I understand.


Cheers and knock yourself out. [/color]

I thought you are supposed to be "superior" to the "nigerian-based" men?

Why is your life and whole existence on this board wrapped around getting your confidence back from one?

Insecure much? Did a nigerian based boy fu*k your mind up?

London-visitors (i'm sure you're not a citizen of anything outside nigeria) and their fake attitudes.

Mr..Cork:
(( PRESS BUTTON)))...F*** him!!!

She likes thugs?
I want to see a picture of the scary men

Officialgrl2: Hello guys, am new here, so forgive me if i haven't posted this topic in the right section

My flatmate, who happens to be my friend/ course mate broke up woth her long term boyfriend and simce rhen, she keeps bring questionable men to our shared apartment! She brings new guy almost every night even when we have lectures the next day. Now to make matter worst these guys always hv breakfast wirh her, she feeds them my OWN food.

I have complained about this, and she keeps saying the guys are in her room not mine, plus she can bring anyone she likes home.

While I understand it's not my place to judge her personal life, I'm not at all comfortable with her bringing strangers into the house. The chance of one this guys robbing or us or doing something worst is pretty high, since they all look rough and scary. I don't feel safe in a house I pay rent in. I start to lock my room, but I still don't feel safe.

So please guys how do you think I can solve this issue?Should i involve our landlord? i hv tried talking to her but it was all in vain. We are on holiday now so I have a lot of time to ask for advice before going back to uni.

are you a f@g?

manny4life: And what is wrong with wearing yellow pants?

Freedom of speech

[quote author=]Prince Uzoegwu has filed a N100 million lawsuit against a blogger, kool yarns for allegedly calling him gay. Uzoegwu who has had a long standing feud with the blogger resorted to settling the case in court.
This is what kool yarns wrote on his blog....

N100 million ko!...i laff in carribean...Fashion designer and stylist of Late singer, Goldie Harvey has filed a N100 million naira lawsuit against me for allegedly using homophobic slurs against him(according to how it was stated in the letter).

They said i also insulted his taste of fashion and that i should delete the posts and issue an apology otherwise they will demand N100,000,000 from me...isn't that funny ,people? see, i did not call him gay...i called him a gay...they are 2 different words which are disputable in the court of law and i never insulted his taste of fashion. i will post the links of the stories below.

Oga, even if you win the case which i believe you won't..i can't give u N100 million, highest....we can negotiate or i go into hiding...simple!.

you want to chop where you did not sow... do you know how many blogs that have called you gay and even worse? na only me you see abi?..you wan use me do christmas...mtscheew![/quote]

Cite your sources, or YOU want to be called a kokolet?

sniper099: Personal branding, as you would know it, is about everything you do; going by the term, it is you as a brand.
Every job, every social and personal endeavor is tied to your personal brand. You can’t go wrong if you focus on that. Dapo Oyebanjo, famously known as D'banj has some lessons for us:

#7. Blow your trumpet. Not the Harmonica.
There’s a mental appeal to “I’m Dbanj!” . Everytime. Bursting out your speakers, you recognise the voice and probably hum along. For some people, this may come across as a gratuitous display but we overlook the psychological impact it spawns.

Whatever motive or element of character prompts the action doesn’t matter. The message remains clear. If you don’t praise yourself, or “toot your own horn”, who will?

You don’t need to rub it in people’s faces that you graduated with a first class degree from Harvard, there are a bazillion people like you already. But you should always pitch yourself. You are a brand remember? And brands are not made to sit in the laps of its makers but to be shipped, pitched, sweet-talked, into the minds of people.

#6. Your network says a lot about you.
Successful people are not lone rangers and Dbanj makes no mistake about it. The acclaimed nephew to Snoop Lion makes seemingly strategic moves to be with/around people who have gained high level of popularity and are loved by a number of people; Kanye West for example..

Move with people who’d stretch you beyond your comfort zone. You carry on a more appealing brand when you spend time with quality people.

“You now have to decide what ‘image’ you want for your brand. Image means personality. Products, like people, have personalities, and they can make or break them in the market place.” – David Ogilvy

#5. Match your style with your personality.
Seriously, the “dress how you want to be addressed” saying works. You look like a farmer, you’ll be addressed that way.

Confident, poised, Dbanj lives up to his taste and matches it with his style. Every darn detail.
According to a research in psychology, attractive people are more likely to get successful faster than average people who probably pay little attention to their appearances. It’s not a wonder why he bags awards and signs deals after deals.

#4. It’s OK to “fake it till you make it”.
Perception is everything in our world today. Dbanj probably ended up looking like Rick-Ross-hit-the-gym in his bid to throw a new look with Kanye’s signature beard, but that’s a reflection of where he aspires to be.
Most successful people start out (early on) with mentors or notable persons they want to take after, usually; they turn out more refined and very very successful.

Whatever you aspire to be, look out for people doing remarkably well – study their biographies, updates on their achievements and basically any information you can find on them. Pick out what you like most about these people and modify to suit your person.

#3. Be innovative.
Dbanj “invented” the following words/slogans – in order of preference; Tongolo, kokolet,The koko, Eja nla, (the reincarnation of) Oliver Twist, why me?, Oshey! File! etc etc. I might just feel good about myself if you called me a Kokolet – it wouldn’t matter whether I’m having a bad hair day or not. These widely accepted catchwords are all accrued to the energetic crooner himself, making it very possible for him to create a name around his passion.

#2. Entertain people.
You’ll agree most of Dbanj’s songs were hits, topping charts in Nigeria and around the world. His performances and (which people add to their collection of dance moves), or that he speaks gibberish sometimes; Dbanj is recognised as an entertainer.

You want people to enjoy having you as company? Find out what makes them tick, know a little more about them, it’ll set you a stage and perhaps earn you a standing ovation.

#1. Stand out. Be unique.
Dbanj stood out for introducing the harmonica into his first few songs, a fusion with pop that rocked for a long time. Yes the harmonica stood him out. His “marriage” to Don Jazzy stood him out.

To strengthen the headlines, Taiwo Oyebanjo was referred to as Dbanj’s sister; it simply attracted more attention; largely because of his fame – which would have been impossible if Dbanj chose to stick to the rules.

You want people to enjoy having you as company? Find out what makes them tick, know a little more about them, it’ll set you a stage and perhaps earn you a standing ovation.

I'm not wowed by any of these offices, they are for geeky nerds... I want a CORPORATE office not a child's room

Acidosis: 1, 2 Digital Garage

3 Mule Design

4 Studio AV Inc.

Maybe these stupid oyinbos will finally learn....Na today, they never learn

mukina2: https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/08/06/article-2385145-1B29CC62000005DC-809_634x422.jpg



http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2385145/Python-strangles-2-boys-5-7-sleep-New-Brunswick-Canada.html

Money doesn't equal brains.

alpha conde: When u get an alert use your atm to cross check. This kinda of scam was invented d same day sms banking was invented.

How can someone have so much money and have little brains?

He is gay looking for "impactful friends" . what "impact" is he looking for exactly?

PasNet: Must he be gay b4 he gets "Impactful friends?"

The sins of Sodom and Gomorroah were?

Did you know that in Lot's time, RAPING a guest, was not a "s@xual thing" but was a way to violate the guest - MAN OR WOMAN The winning soldiers RAPED the loosing soldiers in War. Now, the SINS of Sodom being homosexuality is MANUFACTURED by man. What does the BIBLE say is the sin of Sodom? Turn your bible to the Book of the Prophet Ezekiel (16) who SPECIFIES the sin of Sodom:

49 Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. 50 And they were haughty, and committed abomination before me: therefore I took them away as I saw good

The bible NEVER EVER EVER EVER says the sin of Sodom was s@xual. Go ahead, Read Isaiah, Jeremiah, Amos and Zephaniah they ALSO touch back to The sin of Sodom which was lack of charity, and violating the social order of hospitality. The story of the people of Sodom attempting to rape the visitors to Lot's house SHOWS the SAME vein which they were inhospitable to GUESTS. Jesus talks about the same thing in Matthew 10:14-15.
Jewish writers Philo (d. AD 50) and Josephus (37 – c. 100) [NOT JESUS OR THE BIBLE] were the first to assert unambiguously that homosexuality was among the sins of Sodom. By the end of the 1st century Jews commonly identified the sin of Sodom with homosexual practices.

ssiaccenture: Do we still remember the event that led to the destruction of soddom and gomorah. a generation perish due to lesbianism and gay in the bible. i expect the pope to conderm gay in strong terms so as to protect our generation from destruction

Originalsly: The Bible has singled out and condemned homosexuality far more than any other. That one is not in our nature and need to be condemned.

DO NOT ADD TO THE BIBLE i am sure you, should have read that which is what you are doing. Show me BIBLICAL proof that homosexuality was SINGLED out and CONDEMNED FAR more than any other sin?

JESUS NEVER mentioned homosexuality. OF ALL TOPICS. He HOWEVER mentioned that he who is without sin should cast the first stone - regarding a "s@xual sin"

Since you do not seem to KNOW YOUR BIBLE. Let me help you out.

1. Homosexuality, the word, is NEVER mentioned IMPLICITLY. The "ideology" or "suggestion" of homosexuality (eg. lie with another man) is mentioned ONLY 7 times throughout the entire 66 books of the bible, 1189 chapters and 31,173 verses. . In fact have YOU read 2 Sam? Let me give you a glimpse.

How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan; very pleasant hast thou been unto me:
[size=15pt]thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women"[/size] (2 Samuel 1:25-26)

only in China and India.. Na wa oh

OLAADEGBU: Snake with foot found in China! Remnant from before the 'fall' when snakes actually HAD legs?

Dean Qiongxiu, 66, said she discovered the reptile clinging to the wall of her bedroom with its talons in the middle of the night. "I woke up and heard a strange scratching sound. I turned on the light and saw this monster working its way along the wall using his claw," said Mrs Duan of Suining, southwest China.

Mrs Duan said she was so scared she grabbed a shoe and beat the snake to death before preserving its body in a bottle of alcohol.

The snake – 16 inches long and the thickness of a little finger – is now being studied at the Life Sciences Department at China's West Normal University in Nanchang.

Snake expert Long Shuai said: "It is truly shocking but we won't know the cause until we've conducted an autopsy."
A more common mutation among snakes is the growth of a second head, which occurs in a similar way to the formation of Siamese twins in humans.

Such animals are often caught and preserved as lucky tokens but have very little chance of surviving in the wild anyway, especially as the heads have a tendency to attack each other.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/wildlife/6187320/Snake-with-foot-found-in-China.html

Best post ever on Nairaland!

kokoye: He means he is not God.

Who are we to judge when we are not God?

Instead of judging, pray for them.

my opinion sha.

What would Jesus do?

lol

Ijogz K: Nobody is searching, Get a life!!!

Show me your Halo. Because if YOU don't; SHUTUP.

Segeggs: he will also change your views on murderers, rapists, cultists, ritualists, child marriage etc. Dont you see what the man his trying to do? He is trying to bring all cultures, all people from different perverted together under an umbrella of the NWO.

Homosexualism was unheard of in africa, now due to numerous campaigns abroad africans have start to imbibe the idea.

Anybody can judge the homosexuals so long you judge right. For him to have stylishly excused himself shows he is not of YHWH but of the devil.

I hope I can condemn you for your
1. Lying lifestyle
2. Stealing
3. Being an underachiever - your mates are making millions of dollars
4. Adultery
5. fornication
6. lust
7. Cursing
8.

Originalsly: @OP...so God blessed your gay friend because he vot a job at a hmmm...world class bank? Do you know why he got it?...or what he had to do to get it? I can see if you travel you will sell your soul.Are you now supporting the gay lifestyle? The pope or nobody should be judging anyone...judging deals with going to heaven or hell...but you can certainly condemn the gay lifestyle.

alpha conde: I discover that I equalled with them (homosexuals) in other forms of sin we commit.

Ohhhh you JUST realized that YOU are HUMAN? Welcome back to earth where reason abounds and you are NOT on your high horses. Think about this, if a rich man saw you as DISGUSTING for liking the TYPE of women you prefered (BIG, SMALL, SHORT, BIG BOOBS, SMALL BOOBS, BIG ASS, SMALL ASS, FAT, LIGHT, DARK ETC) how would YOU feel?

You DARE compare yourself that he gets a job and you don't. HE is a HUMAN being, and BLEEDS like you. Whether YOU are disgusted or NOT, skills and personality STILL apply. a. he may be MORE hardworking than you...or you think because he prefers a man (whether taking or receiving) he automatically is LESS hardworking?

Fact check - you love Gucci, Versace, Ferragamo, Calvin Klein, Marc Jacobs, Vuitton, Armani, ...etc RIGHT? Guess what, they are ALLL gay. Funny, hypocritical nigerians CLAIM to HATE (disgust, detest and all other balderdash) gays YET they LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and BREATHE "GAY PRODUCTS"

Nigerians need to REPENT from the stupid hypocrisy. It's like the Delta state student killing, nigerians have the guts to kill another when someone in that crowd has definitely lied/stolen/cheated before.

alpha conde: I can't imagine that an age long feeling could be changed in a matter of minutes, as soon as I heard the words from the pope "who am I to judge gay people" my spirit was humbled. I felt this weakness in me. I discover that I equalled with them (homosexuals) in other forms of sin we commit.

Recently I was made to know that anyone who depends on his strenght to attain salvation may probably lose it, hence we must depend on God s love and grace.

Now here's is a real life comparism.
I have this friend who's gay, he left for UK and since then has expressed joy in an enviroment that supports his acts. He even looks forward to marrying a man, anytime we chat and he talks about it am always disgusted.

When he was in nigeria we used to be business patners so we were very close, now that he is away we talk often about out lives and challenges.
The other day he called to inform me that he has gotten a very good job, with a world cLass bank, and I asked myself why he would bless a gay with such a miracle? And me who isn't gay is down here expecting a breakthrough, it was then I discovered God hasn't even rejected them. Why should we?

Now that the pope has said this, I recall that judgement should be left for God.
Though I personally abhor this act but then I have come to understand that this is the same reason christ died.

Lastly I encourage all to keep praying for them and rescue them from the devil.

Alpha conde.

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colo$$u$:
Some members of a vigilante group came to take the thief away, but onlookers refused and told them they were waiting for the police to come and carry him.

Finally the police came and what they could say was "we can't carry him the way he is" and they went away.

Then somebody took a motorcycle and went to call the army. When the soldiers came, one of them said this was the guy I chased this morning with someone's Hilux but I didn't know where he diverted to with his motorcycle cos I wasn't familiar with the route. The soldiers ordered for him to be put into the trunk of their car. While doing that, a girl shouted "he is my brother" repeatedly. The soldier dashed off to her, flogged her with the fan-belt he was holding, kicked her feet off the ground and beat her till she took off.

Onlookers chased her, caught her and handed her to the soldiers that she might be a spy.

The soldiers drove off with the owner of the bag (someone called her on phone while she was in another area), the thief in the trunk of the car and the girl on a motorcycle with some youths.

what does rock mean?

extraflyfineboy: After getting drunk and.  Rocking fellow guys, he decided that the best way to reduc the effect of the alchohol was to stab himself.
He ended up vimiting blood and almost vomited his intestines.
We used a high file option to to take the pics so all the pics ΐs refusing to install. Saying its more than 200mB.

See the pics from Umeh Oma's online magazine Via http://umehoma.com