₦airaland Forum

acidrop:
what a pig the husband is, and a dog the teacher is, datz total home braeker, i would do the same kill the teacher, and[b] beat the shit out of my husband[/b]

Talk About Girl-Power. . Super-Girl or Is CatWoman?

Honestly, Without Bias:

1. Somalia
2. Ethiopia
3. Sudan.
4. Egypt
5. Tunisia
6. Algeria
8. Nigeria (Notice The Figure Eight? )
9 Coted'voire
10. SierraLeone.



Source: My Opinion Poll

naijacutee:
There is the answer to your question. Maybe you should start leading the way by not "enjoying" cheap girls!

Good Reply

My Husband Impregnated My Daughter’s Private Teacher


By Yemi Kolapo


I was a banker when I got married to my husband. Being a pharmacist, he was working in a pharmaceutical company then. He changed his job later, but he was still working in a pharmaceutical company, this time as a director.


He had been supportive of my job right from when we were courting. So, when we eventually got married, I did not have any problem with that. Even my in-laws had already got used to the fact that I had to be away from home almost all the time.

I work in Victoria Island and live in Ogun State, so it has not been easy. Efforts to get my superiors to transfer me to a nearer branch proved abortive. They usually said that they needed me at the headquarters than anywhere else. My husband said I should not worry myself about that; that he and the children would cope.

Things went on like that until I started having children. When my first daughter clocked four and was in nursery two, her class teacher wrote to me that she needed extra lessons at home for her to really catch up. One day, on my way to a client’s office, I stopped over at my daughter’s school to ask her teacher how a private lesson could be arranged for her since I usually got home as late as 10pm everyday and had to leave for office before 6 o’clock in the morning.

My daughter’s teacher then introduced a young girl to me. She said she could be coming home to teach her while I was away, so long as someone would be in the house with her.

I gladly agreed. I told my husband about it and he said it was okay by him. I had known him to be a reserved person, so I did not really expect him to kick against the idea. I decided to go for a female teacher because of the stories I had heard about irresponsible male teachers harassing and molesting young girls of my daughter’s age. She was also to start teaching my son, who was two years old then.

About two weeks after she started work, my mother-in-law visited us from her hometown, and she was always at home with them while I was away. One day, she (mother-in-law) waited for me till I came back from work. She said she did so because she needed to talk to me.

I did not take what she said seriously. She said that I should arrange for my daughter to be staying for extra lessons in her school. When I asked her why, she said the young lady that had been coming to teach her at home was too beautiful to be left with my husband for the long hours I would not be around.

I laughed it off and told her that it appeared she did not know her son (my husband) very well. I told her that I trusted my husband so much and I knew he would not do a thing like that. With that, she left. I did not know that I was uprooting the foundation of my marriage.

One day, my daughter told me that her daddy took her aunty out when she finished teaching her and her brother. I did not read any meaning to it, but I still asked my husband where they went to. He said he was going to get the boy his drugs and it coincided with the time she wanted to leave, so he offered to help her to the junction. I did not see anything bad in that, because she was a very nice girl. My daughter used to tell me how she pampered her and and her younger brother and made sure they finished their food. They were not keen on eating, so I was grateful to her that she helped out while I was away.

It went on like that for about a year. Later, each time I came home and asked my children whether their lesson teacher came, they would say that she did not show up. I became worried and asked the proprietor of the school about her. He said the lady had told him that she could not continue with the lessons because of distance. I felt bad that she left without telling anyone.

One day, my housemaid told me that she saw her in the market and that she was visibly pregnant. I told my husband about it, but he did as if he did not hear me. Then on the day I went for my children’s open day at school, one of the teachers told me that she had wanted to see me for long. I asked why, and she said we should go out of the gate. She then said she was the closest to my children’s former lesson teacher in the school. She said that when her friend started an affair with my husband, she told her it was wrong, but she would not listen.

I almost fainted when I heard this, because I knew the story would be worse than that. Then she said she almost wept when her friend got pregnant and told her that my husband was responsible for it. She said she had thought of telling the proprietor about it but had to restrain herself. She also said the girl had told her that even if the proprietor found out the truth and sacked her, it would not really bother her, because my husband had opened a supermarket for her beside her house. She told me that the girl was fetish and that she must have used charms to seduce my husband. But I was not interested in that.

I could not believe my ears. I took my children and went straight home to confront my husband. He denied it, but I knew that what I heard was true. So, I called my mother-in-law and told her to see what her son had done to me. But she said I was the one that married the girl for him. She said I should not disturb her because she warned me from the outset.

There was no one else I could turn to. I had taken my mother-in-law as my own mother even before I got married to my husband, because I had neither a father nor mother. And she had been very nice to me.

My mother-in-law later called me and said the only thing she would do for me was not to recognise the lady as her daughter-in-law, but that there was nothing anyone could do about the baby girl she had given birth to.

I cried and cried, but my husband said it was the Devil’s handiwork. I went to the girl’s school and reported her. The proprietor dismissed and disgraced her, but that will not remove the fact that she has a child for my husband.

Although my husband has begged me and promised never to have anything to do with her again except the upkeep of her child, my marriage cannot be the same again with a child outside. I have a feeling that the next time I set my eyes on that lesson teacher, I will kill her.

Readers, what do you think?


Source: http://www.punchng.com/Articl.aspx?theartic=Art20070505721478

Senator David Mark.

O'yine'm. Emem'ma Nege Nege J'iho Gbenu. Nma O.

Ex-Boy $4 Life! Mon'sa!!

Enuff Of All These Con Men Masquerading As Girls.

This struggle is now my life
By Pat Utomi

AS we reflect on dozens of lives lost in protest of election rigging, billions of Naira expended on campaigns even as many of our compatriots are dehumanised by dreadful poverty, it is important to extend gratitude, and commit afresh to the struggle on the long road to freedom for Nigeria.

When about a year ago I gave up all income, stepped down from boards and committed to seeking votes for the presidency many thought it was a three month quest to prove a point. It turned out to be a grueling venture that involved at least three near death experiences, thousands of miles of road and air travel and a discovery of a country I thought I knew well. For the privilege of such remarkable personal growth I owe much gratitude to so many. To the Governors who gave me warm welcome in their Government Houses, the thousands of citizens who welcomed me to rural village squares; traditional rulers from Sokoto to Gombe, Oloibiri to Benin and Ife to Biu. They taught me that tradition has been updated by men of great exposure who have taken up the thrones of their ancestors. Surely I cannot be the same because they crossed my path.

I learnt a long time ago that I grow from acknowledging that I have made mistakes in the past. Traversing this country deepened my recognition that I could do many things that I had done in the past differently. This Return on Experience (ROE) was more valuable than any investments I had ever made. For this immeasurable gain I will never be able to say thank you enough.

I set out to run a campaign on issues, avoid casting aspersions that take away from the dignity of any person. I am pleased that I was significantly able to stay the chosen course. But this happened with the help of friends, staff persons and men of goodwill at home and in the Diaspora. My debt of gratitude can only be paid through continuous sacrificial service to Nigerians, especially those less fortunate than I. To say that politics, especially in the kind of presidential system we run, cost a lot of money, is to state the obvious. While we push for reform that should place a cap that is measurable on campaign finance, I want to thank immensely friends and well wishers who sent generous cheques, particularly the poor woman who truly gave a widow's mite of N500. I know it is more generous than the N5,000,000 cheques from some more endowed compatriots.

Criss-crossing Nigeria put my conscience to the test regarding what must be done to rescue our country. After some challenging reflections I have had to conclude that the rest of my life will have to be dedicated to directing Nigeria away from the road to serfdom that we currently travel unto navigating the lanes to liberation. I can see clearly from the vantage point of becoming involved in politics, the troubling crossroads we stand on, as a crisis of values we have long lamented, moves Nigeria ever so close to the precipice. The least I can do, in the circumstance, is quit my day job and dedicate the rest of my life to this struggle. I am convinced that the struggle as my life is worthwhile venture.

The struggle will be aimed largely at keeping the man-in-the-street, middle class professional people, and the youth ever committed to the quest in advance of the Common Good for change. The pain of seeing so many middle class people come out to vote on April 14 and witnessing their retreat on April 21 after it became clear their votes were not allowed to count increases the essence of the struggle. It is time to say thank you and to roll up our sleeves, like Nehemiah, to rebuild the falling walls of Nigeria. No one can go through what I have experienced this last year and be the same, if they have a sensitive conscience. The sacrifice of total commitment therefore comes easy. As soon as the period of reflection is over with the rainy season, we shall begin a nationwide "Thank you" tour, traveling the same very path we traced during the campaigns to personally say how grateful we are for the privilege of sharing our vision of a new Nigeria with you, whether Maurice Iwu bother to count your votes or not. I know you heard me and I felt your pain.

During the tour we will begin to put in place through Private Development Agencies (PDAs), sometimes called NGOs platforms for implementing some initiatives we promised for uplifting the human condition, in places where we made such promises. The two key targets of the initiatives are poverty and ignorance through ideas that confront the crisis of values that is crippling Nigeria, and the poverty of ideas that leave people so deep in want that a ripple can drown. We hope the flame imagined possibilities will be kept alive. Indeed Nigerians have no business being poor.

* Professor Utomi is ADC Presidential Candidate for 2007

Source : http://www.guardiannewsngr.com/editorial_opinion/article03/010507

Obasanjo. Oba San Joe I.

He Ruled Nigeria Like A True Oba. Hes The First Oba of Nigeria, So How can we measure his success? Not Until The Rise of Another Oba.

For Now Hes The Best/The Worst. Till Then.

Forces Of Retrogression.

[quote author=Crude Oil. link=topic=51273.msg1081267#msg1081267 date=1177930587]what do u mean president?he is not the president.don't call him president[/quote]So Can U Tell Us Who He Is?

And By The Way, I Happen To Know A Couple Of Fellas @ A Refinery.

At Least Hes Something. Even If It Be A "Curse".

Now Tell Us. Who Art Thou?

I Guess The'd Be Wating For GODOT.

Whatever Happened To The Freedom Of Post.

NairaLand is Just A Macrocosm of The Larger Society We've All Learnt To Live With.

We Wont Vacate The World Because There Are Morons?

I Mean Morons Make The World Go Round. I Cannot Imagine A World Without Morons, etc. So Also This Forum. I Mean, By What Datum Would We Measure Intellectual Capacity Without A Base Reference (MORONS)?

Lets Give Morons A Chance. They Are Here To Commune and May Be Learn A Thing Or Two From The "Intellectuals''.

So, Why Be Selfish. I Want To Use This Avenue to Appeal To All "Intellectuals" :: Please Come Back Home.

The Intellectually Challenged Need U. Please

Signed::CODIC [Commitee De Intellectually Challenged]

Phone calls are not enough but its part of the dating game. U can get your family members most especially if yo sistas are back in Ngeria to do the reconnaissance operations for you before you pitch your tent with her.

I wouldn't advice that u choose any friend because you can't tell with some of these "Boy Scouts" they can furnish conflicting reports or even try sleeping with the "enemy".

So rely on immediate family for recce reports/operations on her.

We Also Slam Their Faux Pas In IraQ

lakeside4love:
U see how your animosity n sentiment against one man has blinded your views,


U still fail to answer my question, that i will understand, because you're blind n can't see who the real crooks are,


Anyway carry on wit your sentiments, U have got your right to say watever u wish, n kudos to your so called source, They r truly feedin u well, *smiles*,

Ok. Can U Please Tell Us Who The Real Crooks Are? Since U Know So Much.

[quote author=Red_Lips link=topic=48907.msg1070647#msg1070647 date=1177609077]Rofl looks like Pain and hbrednic are on the verge of a brain aneurysm.

[/quote]Talk About "Aneurysm" How Bou One On Your T*ts.

And What's The "Jew York" Location About? Anti-Semitism?

I WAS PUTTING FORWARD A PARADOX.

I Guess Its Achieving Its Aim Now.

@ Razorrs Comment:
Roliing on the floor, laughing my fat ass off. . .


Sweetheart, you are only tripple dating and you come dey fear! Grin Grin

So what would you say about me, who has promised 3 different guys my hand in marriage! Grin Grin


U THINK UVE DONE WHAT NAPOLEON CLD NOT DO?
YOU MAKE ME LAUGH. U THINK ITS AN ACHIEVEMENT. THE GUYS WOULD EMERGE THE WINNERS ON THE LONG RUN.

AND U? WELL, A LOSER

GIRLS NEVA LEARN. CANT THEY GET IT GUYS PLAY ALONG SOMTIMES JUST TO HAVE THEIR SHARE. IT MAY EVEN BE A "TRY-NETWORK", SOMETHING LIKE A PICONET. SO IF U LIKE KEP "SPREADING" YOUR "BI-ANTENNA" IM SURE GUYS WLD LOVE TO MEASURE THE "GAIN"

WAKE UP SISTA.

I Think SEUN Should Create a TRASH Thread For Stuff Like This.

I Think Its High Time Nigeria Prays For Us.

We Have Been Praying For IT Way Too Long. Its Hi Time It Reciprocates The Gesture

No He Can Only Be Mistaken of Better Put: MISUNDERSTOOD.

How Does The Knowledge of This Secure/Guarantee My Salvation?

As Much As Your GREED Demands.

wHY mUST iT bE iN a dARK rOOM.

God Help Us!!!!!

Pastor Of The House Of Confusion.

Now I Know Everyone Has Got Disciples. Anything Can Happen. Its Amazing HOW BLIND Folowers Can Be SomTimes

Not Again

Talk About Someone Who Doesnt Believe In he System Claiming To Love The System.

Son Of An Ignoramus.

No Id Rather Pity Someone Out Of Marriage.

I Think "The Love Of Money Is The Leading Cause Of Marital Hate. The Lack of Money Is The Leading Source Of Marital ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Well

See What I Mean? I Doesnt Make Sense. Money, Money Money,

"Mo Money Mo Problem"---Gospel of Biggie 3:19

Im So Touched.

texazzpete:
All i do know is, even my dad (he's a Professor) is disillusioned now. you know why? A ballot box was brought to his university for the lecturers and students to vote. Within 30 mins, security agents caught an INEC official in the back of the INEC van thumbprinting hundreds of ballot papers, and invalidating the ones that didnt vote for PDP. So far, so Nigeria, nothing strange.

Know what shook the old man so much? The INEC Official was a 23 year old girl. and he thought the youth would be different. . .

Honestly, Now Im Touched. I Guesss I Didn't Meditate Well B4 My Submission.

May B Overzealousness And Nationalism Took Hold Of Me At The Moment I Was Posting.

This Gives Me Deep Cause For Worry. I Really Love Nigeria. I Swwear I Do. My Heart Is So So Heavy