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40kobo77:
Any job that requires you to bring anything aside your qualification is a

SCAM SCAM SCAM.

Hope the SCAM big for you to read am well?

Thank you! I guess my joy was killed..

Hello Nairalanders, I was told of freelance jobs online. I went on palmchat where someone gave me a site, freelancer where I saw opening and applied.

I got a message this morning that sounded positive. Upon further correspondence, I saw a message that got me worried. I want to ask if it is scam or a normal thing.


FIND THE MESSAGE:

You will deposit the security which is one time payment to start working with us which will be refundable back to you after one month. Refundable security is just for the assurance that you take the work seriously and submit the work always on time whenever the work has been allotted  to you as work will be on regular basis, if you want to take break anytime in between, you can take or you can leave in between, there will be no restriction from our side.This condition has been put up from the client side as Our client is a reputed client based in U.S.A.Phone or chat support will be provided after joining.
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You can start working with us by depositing the refundable security of $ 25 USD as per the Plan P1 or $ 32 USD as per the plan P2 or $47 USD as per the plan P3 or $62 USD as per the Plan p4 in ours skrill a/c which is maxprinting63@gmail.com or in ours neteller a/c which is dhruvvahuja@rediffmail.com or in ours PERFECT MONEY a/c which is U8528508 .Phone or chat support will be provided once you will join us.


You can submit the security in ours PAYPAL a/c which is yogggeshkumar@rediffmail.com and Choose the option of- SEND PAYMENT TO FRIEND, under the tab MAKE A PAYMENT IN FEW SECONDS and not as PAY FOR GOODS OR SERVICES.

yusasiv:
last time my Friend heard this from his gf, the nigga almost commit suicide

lol you or your friend?

If you're newly married and starting a family immediately, you might be eagerly looking forward to breaking the good news to your husband of a new baby joining your small family from the first month after your wedding. And if you're even a day late on your period, you will put some buns in the oven around the time your sweetie returns. But hold your horses, lol...

For those who are definitely NOT planning to start a family and are sexually active, it is just the opposite. Some will start thinking of all the warnings their mama gave them on the day their first period came if their period is late by even a few hours. The next is to start googling Plan B contraceptives.

I've even heard about girls who are not sexually active but who start hyperventilating about pregnancy once their period is late. Tell me, do they think they're Mary and are about to experience immaculate conception?

Anyway, the following are reasons why your period may be late, and it's not because you're pregnant. To be sure whether you're pregnant or not, buy a home test kit.

1. A Change In Your Regular Routine: Did you start a new job? Change your wakeup time? Go on vacation? It can take your body a little time to adjust to a change in your regular routine and that can impact your regular cycle, especially if the change started at the time you would normally ovulate, causing a delay or even a skipped cycle.

2. Stress: Your emotions, particularly stress, can have a major impact on the regularity of your menstrual cycle. And if you’re stressing about why your period is late, that could actually delay its arrival even more. Mother Nature is a cruel mistress!

3. Illness: Being sick at the time you normally would ovulate can delay ovulation — and if you ovulate late, you’ll get your period late. So if your period hasn’t arrived on schedule, think back a few weeks — were you under the weather?

4. Pill Poppin’: Taking a new medication or changing the dosage on an existing medication can affect all aspects of your body’s well-being, including your menstrual cycle — that’s why your doctor, including your gynecologist, always wants to know each and every medication that you’re on.

5. Weight Issues: A major change in your weight — either by gaining a lot or losing a lot of weight — can throw your ovulation cycle off. People who are underweight or extremely overweight sometimes don’t have a period at all — which is not very healthy. Overall, an incredibly wonky or nonexistent period is a sign of possible health issues.

6. Exercising Excessively: Have you been hitting Soul Cycle every day after work? Training for a marathon? If you’ve taken up a new and intense exercise routine, your period might be thrown off. In fact, people who engage in extreme physical activity sometimes see their periods delayed.

7. Miscalculation: The average menstrual cycle is 28 days, but many, many women have shorter or longer cycles and don’t chart them correctly — so it may be that your period is not actually late. Additionally, the majority of women have cycles that are irregular and don’t necessarily realize it. If your period is early even by a few days one month, it may arrive late the following month.




Copied from Palmchat

What's your opinion?

Who remember this letter that Chief Obasanjo wrote to Jonathan that facilitated his return to his village in Bayelsa state? Lol




I saw the letter on Palmchat

BlackDBagba:
Ok

What is ok

I don't have any close friends. I need to tell somebody, to make them understand that I am not a slut.

I could blame it on losing my boyfriend of 15 years. He fell from a scalpel 50 feet in the air a month ago. Yes, I was depressed about his death but we had had a very active and fulfilling sex life and I have to admit up front that I was missing that too.

Three days ago, I came home from work early feeling drained. I stripped to my panties and laid chest down across my bed to take a short nap. Like in a dream, I heard the entrance door open and heard the footsteps ascending the 21 stairs to my apartment. I knew it was my son and expected to hear "hey mom, I'm here", but rather I was soon aware of his presence standing in the door of my bedroom as he whispered, "mom, are you a wake". He stood there for long minutes and I can only assume he was staring, or studying, my nearly nude body. All right! My ass! No doubt. I freely admit for my 47 years I still have nice legs and in my opinion a great ass. Stan, my boyfriend told me so many times and couldn't keep his hands off of it.

I was lying on the right side of my face and I saw in the glass of the large windows that made up the back wall my son approach the bed to stand by my feet, which hung off the bed about 6 or 8 inches. I squinted at his reflection in the glass and this time I could clearly see he was staring at my ass. It took all I could muster not to jump as he reached with his right hand and began to caress my bottom. I don't know why I let him get that far or why I let him explore for the 15 or 20 seconds before I felt his finger drop between my legs.

"Sean! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped, as I faked waking up and whirling around to confront him.

Honestly forgetting that I was braless, I reached for a pillow to cover my chest. It was as much from needless modesty than from my puny breast and overly large nipples that were always erect and hard.

I say "needless modesty" because ever since Sean had come to live with me in my small apartment neither of us have paid much attention to modesty. Not that I would ever walk around nude in front of him, but in my underwear I did many times. Catching him jerking off one morning, he apologized and said he'd be out in a few minutes, undoubtedly finishing up what he had started. Hell, I had even caught him fucking his girlfriend in my bed. Anyway, you get the gist.

"Just trying to wake you up, mom." He said, unbelievably nonchalantly. "I got your message about taking you out to dinner. I thought you'd be dressed by now."

"Sean, I've been lying here awake!" I said meekly. "I'm your mother and you were touching me inappropriate."

"Sorry mom. It was like leaving your pocketbook on the front seat of your car with the doors unlocked and the windows down, tempting someone to steal it." He offered lamely, as he sat down on the bed next to me and placed his hand on my knee. "And you're telling me you were awake the whole time?"

"Groggy, to be more exact." I defended, standing and heading out of the bedroom. "You need to check your hormones at the door. I'll go freshen up and get dressed and be with you in a sec."

We went to one of the more expensive restaurants in our area and I could not help but notice that Sean was acting more attentively than he usually does. More like a man on a date.

"So how long is Jane going to be gone?" I asked, making small talk as we ate.

"Her mom hasn't seen the kids in a while so I think she is staying about four days."

" I saw you talking to that bitch in 4C out in the parking lot when you went back........... to supposedly.......... get your wallet?" I commented, hopefully making it sound like a remark rather than a question. "I hope you're not fooling around with her."

"I did forget my wallet in the glove compartment." He defended. "You know she works where I do and her nickname is "pincushion. I think every man in the place has had a bit. But to answer your question, she's not my type. If I had a type, it would probably be someone like you."

"It was not a question!" I retorted. "Just an observation and concern for your wife and two kids."

We arrived back at the apartment about 10:30pm. After mixing us an after dinner drink, it would be our fifth I think, we sat on the couch talking.

"So how are you doing?" Sean asked after a few minutes of small talk. I knew this question referenced Stan, my deceased boyfriend.

"I still cry every now and then. But I try to stay busy and keep it off my mind." I replied.

"I guess a lot of the guys at work are aware that you're available. They must be stumbling over each other." Sean said jokingly.

"Your horrible!" I jokingly chided him, slapping his leg lightly. "I have received a little attention in that department but none of those guys interest me the least bit."

"I know it's a bit early to be thinking about such things but you're a gorgeous and sexy lady. You don't want to throw away too much time." Sean said, turning to face me a little and placing his hand more on my leg than on my knee.

"Oh," I acknowledged. "I think about such things more than I should, but Stan and I were soul mates and I don't think I can replace him." My eyes watered involuntarily. I sniffed.

Sean placed his arm around me and pulled me close to him and I placed my head on his shoulder. He kissed my head and stroked my hair as I cried openly.

"I am embarrassed." I said sheepishly, finally righting myself and straightening my dress. "I don't even know the reason I'm crying."

"What do you mean?" Sean asked.

"I should've stopped with the drinks we had dinner. I have to confess something and there is no one to confess it to but you. I have accepted Stan's death but do you know we used to have sex almost every night."

"No, mom. I didn't know that." He replied, and I noted his eyes blinking and his head straightening. "That's what I was referring to when I said you shouldn't throw away too much time."

"You know how hard it is to find someone that doesn't care about things?" I said confusingly.

"What are you talking about, mom? What things?"

"You saw them! My breast! They're hideous! Stan used to think they were beautiful!" I stammered.

"I only saw them briefly, mom. But they were not hideous, I thought they were quite different but appealing." He offered. "I could make another assessment, I suppose."

Sean was stroking my hair again and brushing my face, my tears, with the back of his hand. He placed his hand on my leg again, much higher, and I promptly removed it.

"I'm your mother, Sean." I stated weakly, shaking my head. "My son making an assessment of my breast. We shouldn't be discussing such things. I apologize for bringing it up. It must be the drinks I've had."

"You're right, I suppose." Sean replied. "I guess I should head on home."

"No! Why do you have to do that?" I pleaded alarmingly. "Jane and the kids are gone. There is no reason for you to go home. You have your bed here."

"No. It's probably best that I go." He replied. "I've had a bit too much to drink also. I might do something improper."

"What could you possibly do that was improper?"

I was totally not expecting his response as he placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him to kiss me on my mouth. Kissing on the mouth was not that new, but the way he did it was. His hand on the inside of my thigh left little doubt in my mind as to where his thoughts were going and it was totally improper.

I pulled a way. "Sean, I'm your mother." I spoke with little conviction. "You should not be kissing or thinking of me that way. I know this afternoon might seem like I was teasing you but I didn't mean to, really, I didn't. I was just groggy."

I still felt his hand on the inside of my thigh and I wondered why I hadn't, or didn't, remove it.

"Mom, I know who you are. I also know you're a woman hurting and in need of a little TLC. Just step back from being a mom for a moment and allow yourself to be treated like the lady you are."

Sean kissed me again. I did not return the kiss, but I did not stop him.

"Can you do that, mom?" He asked me after the long kiss.

"Truthfully, I think you're acting like a man trying to convince a woman to give it up. I suppose, if you can forget I'm your mom, I can try to forget you're my son." I replied, hoping he would catch the application that I was placing the blame on him.

"Let's go to the bed, mom." He said, as he stood and took my hand. I immediately noticed the bulge in his pants. I stood and allowed him to lead me to my bedroom. My bedroom, with the white carpet, eggshell white walls and white bedspread, with the windows stained in dark mahogany. "We can stop any time you feel uncomfortable."

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I said, realizing he had just shifted the blame to me. "Sean, tell me no one will ever know?"

"What's to tell! A mother and son spending a little quality time together."

I pulled from him to quickly close the blinds on the 6 large windows. I expressed my dismay when he turned on the bedside light. "I want to see you and get to know you. All of you." Was all he said.

We intertwined ourselves in the middle of the bed as we kissed and his hands explored my body, lifting my skirt to run his hands over my belly and ass. I returned the kiss this time with a little passion thrown in. My hands did their own exploring as I stroked his erection through his pants.

He stopped kissing me and began to undo the buttons on my dress. I watched him until I had enough room to get my arms free of the dress and then I unsnapped the front snap on my bra. He studied my puny right breast as he squeezed the token amount of flesh on the left. I moan when he placed his lips over my large nipple and began to suck hungrily.

Your average grape comes in a variety sizes and shapes, so using them to describe my nipples is difficult. As I write this I'm looking at a wooden stirring spoon that has a rubber "nipple" on it that I use for typing. Unfortunately, I'm a poor typist, and I use a handle of the spoon as a finger. The rubber tip keeps the spoon from slipping on the keys. Measuring the rubber covering, it's nearly a half-inch long. If this helps, I don't know, my nipples are huge in my estimation.

Sensitive as hell, there were long moments when all I could do was moan as he sucked on it. My fingers fumbled with his zipper as I sought to release his stiff cock. I was soon pulling on it, gripping it tightly.

"Do you truly like them?" I quizzed. He mumbled something positive.

In quick order, I assisted him in shedding my dress and the bra. I unbuckled his belt and he assisted me in removing his pants. His heavy cotton T-shirt came off easily. We fell back into kissing as he began to rub the crotch of my panties and I continued pulling earnestly at his stiff cock.

Involuntarily, I gripped his hand to stop him as he slid his middle finger under the elastic of my panties, but only for a brief moment. I withdrew and his finger on my bare pussy lips took my breath away and I tried to yank his cock off.

I moaned my displeasure as he withdrew from me, maneuvering between my legs. I know I looked shy and embarrassed as he began to remove my panties. I was, after all, bearing it all for the first time to my son. Very taboo and all!

He sat back on his hunches staring at my pussy.

"You're embarrassing me, sugar!" I whispered.

"I've never seen so much hair between a woman's legs." He exclaimed. "Not that I've seen between a lot of women's legs."

"You like it?"

"It's the prettiest and most sensuous thing I have ever seen!"

"Is Jane's furry?"

"Waxed bare!"

I could not help but smile.

I watched him as he lowered his face to my pussy, sliding his hands under my buttocks. Without any embarrassment this time, I pulled my legs back to give him access.

"Aaaaaaa Bleep! That's good!"

It was tiring and strenuous, but I kept my head lifted up to watch him eat my pussy. That taboo as hell thing was intoxicating.

Unexpectedly, he began to maneuver around pulling me lower on the bed. In short order, we were in a 69 position with his hands gripping my buttocks and me staring at his cock. So much for treating a woman like a lady, you might say. I thought it!

It did give me an opportunity to appraise his manhood and I did as best I could as he stuck his tongue into my hole. 'My God boy! Is there no shame!'I thought, as I took 2 inches of his cock into my mouth. In the heat of the moment I maneuvered to my knees to straddle him, presenting my pussy for better attention and allowing me to suck his cock better. My mouth rotated around his cock as\ my two fingers and thumb pumped it vigorously. I felt him stop a couple of times no doubt studying my pussy as he pulled my lips apart. One of these times, he returned his tongue to my clit and stayed there. The pleasure was so intense that I had to stop sucking his cock, placing my head on his leg and moaning like a stricken animal.

I don't know how long it was. All I know, I wished it could have lasted longer. The illicit lust, the taboo, plus the expert attention sent me over the edge and I did indeed moan and shake my head like a lioness.

Sean continued to lick and kiss my pussy and I could have easily stayed put for another orgasm, but I kneed myself forward and turned over on my back. He maneuvered between my legs and I voluntarily lifted them presenting my pussy to him in willing submission.

"Are you going to Bleep me now?" I asked, hoping he would note the shyness I intended.

"Unless you see things differently now. Yes, mother, I'm going to Bleep you."

"Let me." Was my reply, as I reached to take hold of his cock as he moved over top me, supporting himself straight-armed. I positioned the head of this cock to my hole and my breath caught as he pushed in me deep. "It's good, Sean." I looked into his eyes as he held himself above me and pumped slowly and deeply into me.

"I can't believe I'm letting you Bleep me!"

"You're a beautiful woman, mom. You need to be bleeped."

You might be wondering why no condom or spray. Fact is, in my early 40s I had enough female problems to take care of any worry of pregnancy. I doubted disease would be a problem. If any of the above was a concern, I doubt seriously if I would be bare-assed naked underneath my son in such a compromising position.

"You going to Bleep your mother good?" I asked, having nothing else to do but run my mouth, which I like to do in such a compromising position.

"You're right. I do need a good fucking. And you and your big cock is just the one to give it to me. You know you can come in me?"

"Yes, I know." Sean replied, maneuvering to grip my ass with both hands. "That's not too heavy is it?"

"No, not at all, sugar." I assured him, though his weight was more than I liked one does not complain at such a time. I pulled my legs back as far as I could, lifting and positioning my pussy to achieve the straight in thrusts I preferred. "Sean, tell Mother it's okay if you fill my pussy with your cum."

"It is, mom." Sean assured me, as he began a vigorous rhythm.

In short order, Sean was pounding his cock in me. I was beginning to get aroused again and my ass began to thrust in rhythm.

"Your cock is so big!" I said with labored breath. "And hard! Bleep ME! Bleep your mother, Sean. Harder! Bleep ME HARDER!"

Sean was bigger and longer than his father's cock and while about the same width of Stan's, the difference in length was quite notable. I had never been, in my memory, bleeped harder or faster than I was being bleeped.

"I'm coming, mom!" Sean moaned, sounding frightened.

"It's all right, baby." I replied in a comforting mother's tone. "Don't fret. Fill mother's pussy."

"Motherrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Sean moaned as he shoved his cock deep into me.

" Yesssss! Baby!" I cooed.

I was aroused again and wanted to continue fucking but he pulled out of me and rolled to the side before I could voice my wish. Just like the men, right?

We sat side by side on the bed. I had made a trip to the bathroom and switched off the light before I joined him in the bed again. A bright moon lighted the trees on the outside of the windows throwing their shadows on the walls.

"You still love me?" I asked shyly, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Don't be silly, mom. Of course I still love you." He replied. "Might even love you more!"

"Why is that? Because I'm a good piece of ass?" I persisted.

"The best piece of ass I've never had." He assured me. "Have I got a good cock?"

"Bar none, you got the best cock and you Bleep better than anybody." I replied, moving my hand to his cock, which felt semi erect and hardening.

"Mom, you're getting me excited talking like this. And your hand."

"Am I? Why don't you come over and show mother how excited you are."

I accepted him between my legs and again guided his cock into me.

Well, you've heard my story. You think I'm a slut........ a bad mother?


Culled from palmchat

It is not fun to think about the lies people tell to those they love.

But, at the same time, people tend to be curious about the topics which couples try to hide and conceal from each other.

The following "list of lies" comes from a survey of dating and married couples who were asked to disclose the issues they try to keep hidden from their partners through lies, concealment, and deception.

You can also complete a similar quiz online and see how your answers compare (see link at bottom of page).

Relational Issues
Time Together – people lie about the reasons why they can’t spend time together or see each other ("I am so busy, I have so much work to do, I don’t have time right now")....

Past Relationships – partners lie about their past level of involvement ("I never really loved her," "I am much closer to you," "I love you so much more than anyone else")...

Feelings, Interest, Crushes, and Attraction to Others – people lie about their feelings and interest in others—often includes ex-partners, friends, someone at work...

Secret Contact – lovers lie about their friendships, time spent with others, accidental encounters (running into ex), phone calls, e-mails, and text messages with others. Essentially people lie about intimate, but non-sexual contact with someone else...

Level of Commitment – people lie about their feelings for partner, uncertainty or doubts about the relationship—not sure really love or want to marry partner or stay together...

Flirting with Others – people lie about flirting with others...

Betraying Confidences – lovers lie to each other about keeping secrets confidential...

Hide Time with Others – people hide activities and time spent with others—usually friends or coworkers...



Culled From Palmchat

Pope Francis on Wednesday quipped that people should not send him early birthday wishes because, in his native Argentina, doing so brings bad luck.

Francis turns 80 on Saturday for the occasion; the Vatican has opened seven email accounts that can receive birthday messages in Latin, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, English, French, German and Polish.
“I thank you all for the wishes for my upcoming birthday, thanks a lot.


“But let me tell you something that will make you laugh: In my country early birthday wishes bring bad luck,’’ the pontiff said during his weekly audience.

Meeting the faithful in the Vatican’s Paul VI’s hall, Francis was presented with a cake from a woman.

It had two lit candles, one in the shape of an “8” and another in the shape of a “0” the pope blew them out.

FROM PALMCHAT NEWS
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China’s incredible development over the last three decades has improved people’s quality of life, but today, loneliness and depression are the two biggest problems of the country’s rapidly aging population. This issues were recently brought to public attention by the heartbreaking plea of a 63-year-old woman looking for a young girl to accompany her on an all-expense paid vacation.

“I live alone in Zhengzhou… I’d like a warm-hearted girl between the ages of 19 and 24 years old to go with me to chat with and take photos,” Li Yanling wrote in a heartfelt post on WeChat. “I’d like to see the sea in Sanya this winter, but just fear the loneliness of traveling solo.” The recruitment ad also specified that the person would not have to pay for anything during the vacation, and would even receive a brand new iPhone 7, as a bonus.

The woman’s post soon went viral, and a number of people soon offered to accompany her on vacation, without asking for any compensation in return. “I don’t need the phone but can come with you, auntie, and I will pay my own bills, as long as it relieves your loneliness,” one person wrote.

It turns out that Li does have a family of her own, but they are just not available to go on vacation. Her daughter emigrated to Canada a while ago and Li doesn’t want to bother her, while her husband has been taking long hiking trips with his friends, leaving her at home by herself. “He has his travel buddies, (and) I don’t want to bother my daughter,” she said.

Obviously, traveling with a large tour group is always an option for solo travelers, but that is not the experience Li craves. She just wants the company of a young woman, someone to act as a surrogate for her real daughter. “I’m afraid of loneliness,” Li confessed.

Luckily, Li now has dozens of offers from people willing to accompany her on vacation.

This is not the first time we’ve covered the plight of lonely elderly Chinese. Last year, we wrote about Huan Qi, a 75-year-old man from Changzhou who offered his monthly pension to any family willing to adopt him. Like Li, he already had a family, but they were either too far away or too busy to spend time with him

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Source Palmchatnow.com

The FTC missed his drugs

Do you agree?

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Culled FromPalmWold

Authorities in Ghana have recently shut down a fake United States embassy in the capital Accra that had been issuing illegally-obtained but authentic visas for the last 10 years. The fake institution was being run by members of organized crime from both Ghana and Turkey.

The real U.S. embassy in Acra is a large office building complete with security fencing and U.S. military guards, located in one of the city’s most expensive neighborhoods, while the fake one was just a rundown, pink two-storey building with a corrugated iron roof and a United States flag flown outside. There were no actual Americans working there, not even con artists. Instead the staff was made up of English-speaking Ghanian and Turkish citizens. And yet, for 10 years, the organized crime ring operating this fake embassy was able to convince people to pay thousands of dollars for visas and false identification documents. Maybe it was the portrait of Barrack Obama that police found inside that made the place seem legit.
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No that wasn’t it, actually, the criminals behind the operation were just really careful and paid off officials to turn a blind eye to their activities. The U.S. State Department revealed that the fake embassy operated three days a week, and didn’t accept walk-ins. Instead it used billboards and flyers to advertise their services in other cities in Ghana, but also Togo and the Ivory Coast. Interested clients were transported to Accra and offered accommodation in nearby hotels. At the embassy, they could pay for illegally obtained but legitimate U.S. visas, as well as false documents at a price of $6,000 each.

“It was not operated by the United States government, but by figures from both Ghanaian and Turkish organised crime rings and a Ghanaian attorney practising immigration and criminal law,” The U.S. State Department said in a statement. “For about a decade it operated unhindered. The criminals running the operation were able to pay off corrupt officials to look the other way, as well as obtain legitimate blank documents to be doctored.”
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U.S. authorities were tipped off about the decade-old fake embassy while working on a completely different operation, and managed to shut it down with the help of the Ghana Detectives Bureau and police, as well as international partners. During the raid, they found 150 passports from 10 different countries and legitimate and counterfeit visas from the U.S., India, and South Africa.

Police could have gotten their hands on the industrial sewing machine used to recreate the binding on passports, but while preparing to raid the dress shop that allegedly housed the machinery, a corrupt local attorney falsely told detectives that they could not access the building because it was currently involved in another court case. By the time this claim was dismissed as a lie, the scammers arrested at the fake embassy had already been bailed out and managed to move all their counterfeiting facility elsewhere.


Reuters reports that visas for Western countries are in high demand in Africa, making them a target for organized crime.

Photos: U.S. State Department

Culled From PalmNews

A Slovakian luxury comb company is giving the phrase “luxurious hair” a whole new meaning with a limited edition solid gold comb priced at a whopping $9,700. Yes, you read that correctly!

If you’re the kind of person who only visits the best salons, uses only top quality shampoos and ultimately wants only the best for their hair, than you might be interested in this solid gold comb made by Tomas Veres. The Slovakian company was built “on the passion to create extraordinary and exclusive objects for extraordinary people, who appreciate the finest things in life.” That basically means that they make outrageously expensive combs that most people can’t afford.

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The Tomas Veres Pantheon comb collection features minimalist 130mm by 35mm combs made of various materials. Prices start at €1,100 ($1,180) for sterling silver and rhodium plated combs, and suddenly jump all the way to €9000 ($9,700) for the yellow and pink gold versions. The combs are hand-made in Italy by experienced jewelers, and come in ostrich leather pouches, also made in Italy.

The 14K solid gold Pantheon combs are produced in a limited collection of only 800 individually numbered units. The combs are available online, on the Tomas Veres e-shop, and can be customized with an engraved set of initials or a message. It’s not clear if the engraving costs extra, but if you’re going to pay $9,700 for a small comb, I don’t think you really care.

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‘Why does such a thing even exist?’ you ask? I couldn’t tell you…

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Culled From Palmchat News

Pylony:
Giving out a Little stomach infrastructure to the masses get them flocking around a potential corrupt person.

Nigeria is finished

Pylony:
You know, it is a common thing with the Nigerian Politicians, when they lack important things to delibrate upon to transform the Nation and its people, they divert attentions to useless un-ethical topics. Those in the Senate and house of Rep believe they have nothing to loose after all their allowances and salaries are always ready unlike that of a hard working civil servant who'll spend months without salary.

Why are we always having these set of ppl ruling us?

hmm this one strong o

OZAOEKPE:
one old man on nairaland

He is paid by Buhari?

OZAOEKPE:
FACT! Even omenka cannot dispute

Who is Omenka?

Buhari is worse than Jonathan

Rocket Internet’s Jumia is not yet in the safe zone. For the first nine months of the year, the company’s gross revenue crashed to EUR54 million.

It is a staggering fall of 49% compared to EUR107 million in the year before. The macro-economic challenges and structural changes that the company has gone through are evidently taking a huge toll on its business.

These data were released shortly by Rocket Internet, the parent company of Jumia. While the actual loss suffered in the nine months period has not been disclosed, Rocket Internet disclosed that additional losses were booked on newer ventures “EBITDA for the first nine months 2016 is negatively affected by additional losses related to other marketplace and classifieds businesses contributed by AIG in the merger with AEH. This is particularly attributable to the early stage of the contributed businesses.



It would be recalled that Jumia suffered a net loss of EUR35.4 million for the first six months of the year, this latest disclosure is sure to be a profit warning for Rocket Internet.

The group has already disclosed that it will be reporting a net loss of EUR642. Although the loss was cut down by 60% when compared to its 2015 nine months record, losses have also fallen by 979% on percentage difference.

The company’s war chest to keep defending and funding loss making ventures such as Jumia as is also fast depleting. Cash and cash equivalents at the end of the period fell to EUR1.5 billion compared to EUR1.8 billion in the year before. This represents a 17% fall year on year.

However, the new direction and/or structure will continue to be problematic. The fact that Jumia moved to a merchant system and the depth and focus of its product offerings are the same will not change anything quickly or in the nearest quarters to come.



Since Nigeria’s recession came into full swing, there are significant lifestyle and behavioural changes that are taking shape. Jumia and other eCommerce companies have only gone on the defensive. No product innovation has been carried out to ensure these eCommerce companies address these changes.

Online shoppers who are still offline people have reduced their appetite for gadgets, electronics and fashionable items to basic needs, groceries, food stuff and major consumables. The unavailability of these things online have pushed them to offline retail stores. Until Jumia and its ilks change their strategy and business model, analysts agreed that they might bleed to death, a development that will cast a shadow on whether Africa is ready for eCommerce.



Culled From Palmchat News

For the record, Sleep Paralysis is not a spiritual attack

Almost every day, I get e-mail from someone who, whether they know it or not, is experiencing awareness during sleep paralysis (ASP). Usually I give them a brief explanation of what’s happening, but I decided it’s time to write it down in an article that more people can benefit from. I’ve studied and experienced multiple ASPs and OBEs, so I’m speaking from experience.

What is sleep paralysis?
Sleep Paralysis is a normal, natural bodily function that causes our physical bodies to be paralyzed during sleep. Its purpose is to prevent us from hurting ourselves when we’re dreaming. It’s supposed to happen every time we sleep and it usually sets in long before we start dreaming. When it’s not working properly, we have serious problems like sleepwalking where people get hurt. Normally, we are not conscious when sleep paralysis sets in, so most people don’t even know it exists. However, once in a while, someone becomes conscious during that period, and that’s when it becomes Awareness during Sleep Paralysis, or ASP. To the best of my knowledge, this happens more often upon waking up. Basically, your mind wakes up before your body does. Eventually, your body catches up to your mind and wakes up too.


Symptoms of ASP
When someone becomes conscious and aware of their sleep paralysis state, they usually don’t know what’s happening to them. Naturally, because they’re conscious, they try to move, but can’t. When they find out they can’t move, they start to become agitated, distressed, afraid and may even panic. They’re stuck between reality and the hallucinated world of dreams and can’t seem to get to either place. Often, they struggle and thrash against the paralysis, trying to get free, but that rarely helps.


To make matters worse, fears can easily become manifest as very realistic hallucinations in the ASP state. Therefore, people commonly see monsters, demons, witches, or other unsavory creatures attacking them. It is so common for people to see old hags trying to sit on them that they coined the word “hagging” to describe it. Often they seem to wake up “just in the nick of time before the monsters get them,” when in reality the fear-induced shot of adrenaline breaks them out of the paralysis. For the most part, these creatures are hallucinations that can be disregarded, but I realize that’s easier said than done.


Most of the time, ASP sufferers struggle to regain control of their body and eventually win. Sometimes, however, a person may seem to wake up, only to discover that they’re really still asleep and dreaming that they woke up. We call this phenomenon “false awakenings.” Sometimes a person can have several false awakenings in a row, leading them to become frustrated that they can’t wake up, or worse, terrified they may never wake up again. ASP sufferers are often reluctant to discuss their experiences because they’re afraid that people will think they’re crazy. Many people have keep this their little secret all their lives.


How common is ASP?
Actually, ASP is quite common and nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of. It happens to thousands or maybe even millions of people every day, but I don’t have any statistics to back that up. I get e-mails about ASP almost every day, though, so you’re not alone.


What can you do about the monsters?
Usually when people learn about ASP and what it is, their fears lessen. When their fears lessen, they tend to see fewer monsters. Therefore, your best advice is to not panic, remain calm, realize that you’re safe, and this is a natural thing your physical body does. Then, if you want, explore the state.


How can I break out of the ASP state?
Usually, you just have to wait for it to wear off. It’s thought that sleep paralysis has something to do with the chemistry of the brain, and you’ll automatically break out of it when your chemicals stabilize. Until then, all you can do is wait for it to end, or use it as a jumping board for the OBE state. As I said before, extreme emotion like panic or anger will sometimes cause a change in brain chemistry, and that may break you out of the ASP state. Once you learn to control it, I’m hoping you’ll want to explore rather than end it.


How does ASP relate to OBE?
In my experience, in the ASP state, you are out of your physical body and inside your energy body, but usually you’re stuck to the body and unable to move. So on the one hand, you’re out of your body, but on the other hand, you’re unable to go anywhere or do anything; a truly frustrating experience. Struggling against the paralysis is often futile, and if you do win, you’ll return to your physical body instead of leaving it, which is frustrating if OBEs are your goal.


What’s the secret of turning ASP into OBE?
Believe it or not, it took me twenty years of trying before I learned the secret of how to turn ASP into OBE. Before I learned the secret, it was easier for me to induce an out-of-body experience from a fully waking state than it was from the ASP state. The secret lies primarily in knowing what’s really happening, so here it is: In my experience, in the ASP state, your consciousness is associated with your energy body, not your astral body, and therein lies the problem. Your energy body is closely associated with your physical body, and therefore prying on it and trying to dislodge it is useless. That won’t happen until you’re dead, or close to it. The secret is, you need to transfer your consciousness from your energy body to your astral body. How do you do that? First, close your eyes and keep them closed. Second, try to push forward with your consciousness and imagine that your consciousness is moving forward. Even though you may not feel any movement, your consciousness will move forward in your astral body. If you have serious doubts that it is working and open your eyes prematurely, your awareness will zip like a ball on a rubber band back into your energy body. Instead, keep your eyes closed and have faith that your consciousness is moving forward. Keep pushing forward with your consciousness as hard as you can, just like walking underwater, until you are about fifteen feet (five meters) away from your body. Of course, since your eyes are closed, you can only approximate how far this is, so don’t obsess on the distance, just take a best guess. Once you are safely fifteen feet away from your body, you may open your eyes, and you will be in your astral body and free to roam.


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MystiqueReine:
If you were my husband I would have shot you in the balls.I cant stand self-centered people msteeew

megareal:
Guy is a peacock. Preening and congratulating himself. You stay in a dead marriage with non existent sex and expect your wife to remain a Virgin Mary?
I would have supported him if he wasn't too pompous ,egoistic and self centred.

[/s]Niggas don't put up with sh'ts. Only weaklings do.

KissChrix:
Then My advice will get to the person that needs it

Is he asking for your advice?

KissChrix:
This thing too long na

It would've even been better if it were your own story

Why will it be mine

So let’s start this out by establishing who I am, on a personality level. I am not a cheater at all. I can not stand people who cheat, they’re scum and should find the nearest cliff. When I was 15 my girlfriend at the time went to the fair and kissed my brother. My friend told me that night what had happened and I pointed to the ground and gave my GF a stern look and said “Come here.” when she came I told her to never contact me again and feel free to go kill herself. Yeah I am not like a lot of the beta male cucks on this site. I don’t try to fix a broke back b***h. Fast forward 7 years. I’ve gone to college for computer science and I’ve spent a ton of time learning coding and different information systems and make a killer living at it. I hook up with my future wife online discussing anime and we connect right off.

We date for a few years and are very happy with the few arguments here and there as one normally does. While we date I have a ton of potentials come at me, the aforementioned ex started texting and I rejected her, we had a party and while my ex slept 2 bi checks who were hot as hell were making out and inviting me over; no dice. I had a young Asian girl at my job begging for a backseat rumble but no. I hate cheaters and I refuse. Fast forward 9 years, nearly Xmas, nearly our 10th year anniversary. My wife and I are older but in our 30’s, we never wanted to get married but we did it for tax purposes since we’d been dating for years. We had no intention to have kids but we never used protection; only the pull out method, which worked for over a decade, but whoops.

My wife and I are ok but it’s boring, kid is a toddler and requires a lot of attention, and the sex life is non-existent. This, however, was a norm. What was not a norm was for my wife to not text me at night while I am at work, which was an alarm bell for me. Every time like with the ex, bi-checks, and Asian girl just to name a few I told her the next day so she was always worried about girls getting on me at night and would constantly text me. I started to get suspicious after the 2nd night her mother took the kid that she didn’t text me while at work. Being a computer genius and master tech expert in mobile technology I hooked up a few pin cams, ran a program I designed on her phone and computer to capture any text or pictures she took, and rigged a GPS to her car. Yes I know, a bit much, but I had every intention to remove everything if my hunch turned out to be wrong.

The night of shit-hitting-the-fan approaches and I monitor her while I am at work bouncing between spreadsheets and the program I am using to spy. I notice she is calling a number and I know the number as an ex, male, co-worker of hers. I watched her dirty ass texts flow constantly through facebook, saw the nudes be texted, and watched the GPS as her car took a trip at 3am to a little neighborhood. I was in a rage. I get off at 6am and I know that in my trunk is my 12 gauge I go hunting with and I know what I wanna hunt after work.

A friend of mine noticed my workload had stopped and that I looked like I was about to go postal. I told him exactly what was up and exactly what I wanted to do and thankfully, he stopped me. Even more thankfully is that my program saved everything and my friend informed me of a few facts I didn’t know about my state. In my state adultery is illegal and can impose up to a 5 year sentence for both parties, and both parties can be sued for quite the large sum. I went home, with a huge smile on my face, and woke my wife with a kick to the bed. I informed her of everything I knew and told her to get the hell out of my house. Told her to sign a divorce agreement immediately and she left instantly. While she was at her mom’s we argued and I basically told her we were going to have an agreement that the cars and house were mine, no alimony would be awarded, and no child support. If she tried I would file for police charges and have her and her bf drug through the system, would sue them both for every cent I could, and all the pictures and nasty messages I recorded would be paraded around for the world, her parents, and friends to see what a dirty b***h she was/is. This was my trump card and why I smiled the whole way home. I hadn’t mentioned to anyone why we were separated or why I kicked my wife and kid out of the house and all so I could carpet bomb her and keep everything we owned. She was always one who valued her perception in society above all else so, needless to say, she agreed.



If your wife cheats don’t be a beta male pu**y fa*. You waste your time and youth for someone you will never trust again. I am in my 2 story home, with my 3 sports cars, my full income unmolested, and I have a new smoking hot 27 year old Asian girlfriend… yes that one. Also just as a note of added detail I keep my divorce agreement in a frame next to my diploma to remind my new GF that I don’t tolerate that sh*t. I miss my kid but to be honest I am happier than I’ve been in almost 10 years. Divorce and cheating aren’t the end of the world but you will only recover when you eliminate the things from your life that are toxic.

Source: Palmchat User

So let’s start this out by establishing who I am, on a personality level. I am not a cheater at all. I can not stand people who cheat, they’re scum and should find the nearest cliff. When I was 15 my girlfriend at the time went to the fair and kissed my brother. My friend told me that night what had happened and I pointed to the ground and gave my GF a stern look and said “Come here.” when she came I told her to never contact me again and feel free to go kill herself. Yeah I am not like a lot of the beta male cucks on this site. I don’t try to fix a broke back b***h. Fast forward 7 years. I’ve gone to college for computer science and I’ve spent a ton of time learning coding and different information systems and make a killer living at it. I hook up with my future wife online discussing anime and we connect right off.

We date for a few years and are very happy with the few arguments here and there as one normally does. While we date I have a ton of potentials come at me, the aforementioned ex started texting and I rejected her, we had a party and while my ex slept 2 bi checks who were hot as hell were making out and inviting me over; no dice. I had a young Asian girl at my job begging for a backseat rumble but no. I hate cheaters and I refuse. Fast forward 9 years, nearly Xmas, nearly our 10th year anniversary. My wife and I are older but in our 30’s, we never wanted to get married but we did it for tax purposes since we’d been dating for years. We had no intention to have kids but we never used protection; only the pull out method, which worked for over a decade, but whoops.

My wife and I are ok but it’s boring, kid is a toddler and requires a lot of attention, and the sex life is non-existent. This, however, was a norm. What was not a norm was for my wife to not text me at night while I am at work, which was an alarm bell for me. Every time like with the ex, bi-checks, and Asian girl just to name a few I told her the next day so she was always worried about girls getting on me at night and would constantly text me. I started to get suspicious after the 2nd night her mother took the kid that she didn’t text me while at work. Being a computer genius and master tech expert in mobile technology I hooked up a few pin cams, ran a program I designed on her phone and computer to capture any text or pictures she took, and rigged a GPS to her car. Yes I know, a bit much, but I had every intention to remove everything if my hunch turned out to be wrong.

The night of shit-hitting-the-fan approaches and I monitor her while I am at work bouncing between spreadsheets and the program I am using to spy. I notice she is calling a number and I know the number as an ex, male, co-worker of hers. I watched her dirty ass texts flow constantly through facebook, saw the nudes be texted, and watched the GPS as her car took a trip at 3am to a little neighborhood. I was in a rage. I get off at 6am and I know that in my trunk is my 12 gauge I go hunting with and I know what I wanna hunt after work.

A friend of mine noticed my workload had stopped and that I looked like I was about to go postal. I told him exactly what was up and exactly what I wanted to do and thankfully, he stopped me. Even more thankfully is that my program saved everything and my friend informed me of a few facts I didn’t know about my state. In my state adultery is illegal and can impose up to a 5 year sentence for both parties, and both parties can be sued for quite the large sum. I went home, with a huge smile on my face, and woke my wife with a kick to the bed. I informed her of everything I knew and told her to get the hell out of my house. Told her to sign a divorce agreement immediately and she left instantly. While she was at her mom’s we argued and I basically told her we were going to have an agreement that the cars and house were mine, no alimony would be awarded, and no child support. If she tried I would file for police charges and have her and her bf drug through the system, would sue them both for every cent I could, and all the pictures and nasty messages I recorded would be paraded around for the world, her parents, and friends to see what a dirty b***h she was/is. This was my trump card and why I smiled the whole way home. I hadn’t mentioned to anyone why we were separated or why I kicked my wife and kid out of the house and all so I could carpet bomb her and keep everything we owned. She was always one who valued her perception in society above all else so, needless to say, she agreed.



If your wife cheats don’t be a beta male pu**y fa*. You waste your time and youth for someone you will never trust again. I am in my 2 story home, with my 3 sports cars, my full income unmolested, and I have a new smoking hot 27 year old Asian girlfriend… yes that one. Also just as a note of added detail I keep my divorce agreement in a frame next to my diploma to remind my new GF that I don’t tolerate that sh*t. I miss my kid but to be honest I am happier than I’ve been in almost 10 years. Divorce and cheating aren’t the end of the world but you will only recover when you eliminate the things from your life that are toxic.

Source: Palmchat User