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rtdCivilservant:
let him go and change his undergraduate grade from 2.2 to 2.1. sounds funny and impossible? but this is Nigeria where everything that is thinkable is possible. I know a whole lot of people that have done this. when I mean change I mean genuinely pimping some of his grades that will shoot him to 2.1 without any trace. But come o, why u come use ur friend de lie while na u this kasala de befall.

Vicdayz:
From Gistvic.com


Popular Nigerian Musician Tiwa Savage, who was recently slammed for not wearing bra and flaunting nipples has been seen hanging out with wizkid.

Well its seems the two were really having a great time as she is all smiles with the caption.

"With my best bud"

Hmmmmm.....

See photos below:

Gists via: https://www.gistvic.com/2018/09/with-my-best-bud-tiwa-savage-hangs-out.html

CEOYOMZZYBLOG:
Nigerian celebrity blogger, Linda Ikeji who is currently in Atlanta, United States to welcome her baby, just shut down the rumors that her best friend, Andy is her baby daddy.

This comes after a fan said finally we have seen our husband in her comment section in a post on her IG page and Linda herself shut down the rumor saying Andy has been her best friend since their modelling days.

Since the popular blogger announced her engagement, a lot of people have been trying to figure out who Linda Ikeji’s baby daddy or husband is.

Gists via: http://www.yomzzyblog.com/2018/09/linda-ikeji-reacts-to-comment-that-her.html

newdawn2017:
picture of d electronic billboard phone or andobilivit!

austinereds:
LMAO. the way you described it. use your phone market people products now.
check your last installed app. if it continues just back up and do Factory Reset.

FlirtyKaren:
The burial ceremony of former UN secretary general Kofi Annan is currently ongoing, and Nigeria's former President, Olusegun Obasanjo and Senate President Bukola Saraki are leading the Nigerian delegation. 

World leaders past and present, traditional rulers and global royalty who described Kofi Annan as an “extraordinary” person who had a “joy of life”, were led by the late diplomat's widow Nane Maria for his final funeral rites. 

The current UN Secretary General, António Guterres, in his speech shared one of the popular icon's saying; Guterres quoted him:

“Always remember you are never too young to lead and you are never too old to learn.” When Annan passed on, Guterres said of him: “He provided people everywhere with a space for dialogue, a place for problem-solving and a path to a better world. “In these turbulent and trying times, he never stopped working to give life to the values of the United Nations Charter. His legacy will remain a true inspiration for all of us.”

Aside the Nigerian delegation led by Obasanjo and Bukola Saraki, the president of Ivory Coast and the leaders of Liberia, Namibia, Ethiopia, Niger, Zimbabwe, Germany and Mauritius attended the burial ceremony of the late diplomat. 
The ceremony was projected onto big screens outside the auditorium for the crowds of mourners that could not fit inside the venue. Many commuters in the capital wore black as a sign of respect.
On Wednesday, Mr Annan’s family and Ghanaian dignitaries were among hundreds to file past his casket amid traditional rites by local chiefs and clan leaders.

Mr Annan, a Ghanaian of Ashanti lineage, was granted a royal title by the Ashanti king in 2002. The elders said the rites, including presenting him with clothing and water, were necessary to clear the path for a peaceful “travel” for their royal. Some mourners, like New York-based community mayor Delois Blakely, had flown long distances to pay their respects.

Here are more photos from the burial ceremony below; 

https://lailasnews.com/obasanjo-saraki-lead-nigerias-delegation-at-burial-ceremony-of-kofi-annan/

Justice310:
I met him in church one Sunday morning. He sat next to me and I couldn’t help it but recognize the kind of gentleman he was. He was soft spoken and had this shyness on her face anytime he tried to talk to me. During the service, I realized he was finding it uneasy to sing along with the church because he didn’t come along with a hymn book. I shared mine. We both sang from the same hymn book and got closer as the service progressed.

After the last grace was said by the priest and the church dispersed, he turned to me and said thank you. I smiled and asked his name. “I’m Martin,” he said.

“Nice meeting you Martin” I responded. But before I could turn around and leave, he told me;

"Actually, this is my first time being here.” Amid smiles he continued. “and it’s great finding a friend at my first time in church. Do you mind if I called you sometimes?”

We exchanged contacts and left each other’s presence. Truth be told, I was going through the hardest times of my life. The man I’ve dated for about two years just called it quit and I was very devastated. I was nursing my wounds when Martin came along. He kept crossing my mind all week but I resolved not to call him until he does.

He never called until we met in church again the next Sunday. Inwardly, I felt guilty for thinking about him the way I did all week. That’s girlish. But we had another good service together, singing from the same hymn book and making fun under our breath.

After the service, he called when he got home. We started chatting on Whatsapp and grew closer together as the days pass. I shared my story of broken relationships with him and he was kind enough to offer soothing words. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t condemn my actions or sought to give directions as to how I should have handled things. He gained my trust that way and I opened up more.

He told me a little bit about himself. Nothing of note though, but I was happy he was overcoming his shyness. We grew closer and closer until finally, after about six months later, he made it obvious that he wanted us to date.

He didn’t propose to me. I don’t remember him telling me he loved me or wanted to be with me. He loved to act than to use words. We spoke more about it and decided to be in a relationship. He already knew my fears and easily accepted the conditions I laid down for the relationship. I told him; “I don’t want sex now. At least, if it should happen, it should happen after marriage, that is if you have any intention to marry me.” He only nodded and smiled. That day in his room, I remember we had our first kiss.

It was awesome! A lot of things started running through my head. Hey, I wasn’t a nun. I’ve had sex before and kisses this intense usually lead to sex. I remember grabbing him intensely like my whole life depended on him. I was shaking. I wanted something more than the kiss but I held on. He was gentle. The farthest he could go was to hold my head in between his palms, look me in the eyes and kissed intensely. I couldn’t breathe. I gathered the little strength in me and pulled away. I was panting like I’ve been running around for hours. The next words that came out were; “No more kisses until marriage. I mean it.”

For the next two years, we didn’t kiss and we never had sex. The farthest we went was to hold hands, lean on each other and occasionally cuddle. Martin was a good boy and I loved him dearly. We decided to get married after two years of being together. When we started counseling, our pastor wanted to be sure if we’ve had sex before. We had all the pride in us when we answered no. I don’t know if he believed us but we were telling the truth and didn’t care if he did. He only told us to be careful since it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in. We knew our strength. We were sure we could scale above all temptations.

Our marriage arrangement was to have the traditional wedding and then do the church wedding in six months later. We started having troubles. The urge to have sex became greater. After all, we were going to marry so what stops us from having sex? In my mind, I wanted our first sex to be special. I wanted to blow his mind off during our first sex and what better moment to do it than to wait for the honeymoon? this thought kept me going. Two weeks before the traditional marriage, we spent most nights together in the same room and on the same bed. We had a lot of errands and arrangements to do and it was better we stayed together. But sex had a way of creeping into our minds.

I remember one night it turned into a serious scuffle. Martin wanted it. I’ve never seen him so aggressive. He was pushing and struggling with me to allow him to have s*x. To him, we were already married and didn’t see the reason to still cover the cookie. I implored. I fought him. At some point, I wanted to scream. What the pastor said was ringing loud in my ears; “it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in.” Amid threats of screaming and loud prayers, I won and slept in peace. That wasn’t the last. We kept having series of minor fights because of s*x.

Days to the traditional wedding was tough. We could go all day without talking to each other. He was angry and I was angry. S*x was killing the beautiful thing we had together. But we soldiered on.

Finally, we did the traditional wedding. The pastor was there to pray and bless the union. During his sermon, he complimented us for staying chaste all this while and told us to still be strong and keep it till after the church wedding. I could see my husband restless and with a subtle frown.

The night after the traditional wedding we had a fight. Our first fight as husband and wife happened on a night we ought to be happy together. What brought the fight? SEX! Not That I didn’t want to have sex, I wanted to but the time wasn’t right. So I told him; “Didn’t you hear what the pastor said? This is not the real marriage so we can’t have sex. Hold it together. We are only six months away.”

After saying this, my new name was launched; “Madam-We-Can’t-Have-Sex, I hear you but tomorrow, I’ll have s*x somewhere else.” Did you hear what he just called me? Madam-We-Can’t-Have-S*x? At this point, I didn’t care who he would have sex with if only that would make him stay off me till our honeymoon.

For a week, we lived in the same room but talked less to each other. He was always angry with me. What a way to start a married life. I was determined. To me, that was the right thing to do. The church frowns on sex before marriage, not that I also frown on it, I had a different motivation. I wanted the first sex to be unforgettable. I was saving my best for last and for no one but him. So why was he rushing?

Then one night things got worse. Martin came home with a friend. He was too drunk he couldn’t have made it home without the help of his friend. We had spent two arduous months together. I was sad for him. “Is he going through all that because of sex?” I asked myself.

I left him in the coach till he woke up at dawn and came to sleep next to me. He was smelling like a rotten fish. I couldn’t stand it so I woke up, picked a pillow and started walking away to sleep in the coach. He pulled me over and tried forcing himself on me. We’ve been through this tussle over and over again and I always won. I was used to it. This time, something was different. He was stronger and determined.

We struggled and fought for about fifteen minutes. He seemed to get stronger by the minutes while I was losing steam. He managed to tear off my pant and held my two hands apart with his two hands. We were both left with our legs to struggle with. I got tired and realized I couldn’t fight any longer. I kept my calm. He sensed the victory and quickly dashed over to have me. That was when I raised my right knee and unfortunately, my knee caught him in the balls. He fell over and screamed out loud. He suddenly got frozen. I’ve never been scared in my life. I thought I had killed him.

I tried calming him down but he kept whining in pains. Neighbors who heard him screaming started knocking on our door. I rushed to put on a dress and opened up the door. It was very embarrassing seeing neighbors in my room trying to help him regain his calm. After a lot of going up and down, he regained his calm. We were left alone.

The next morning, he packed what he had in the house and left. I didn’t ask him any question. I feared he might hit me. I left to my parent. I kept playing out the incidence in my mind over and over again. I kept asking myself; “Did I take this no sex thing too far.” I believe I did. He never picked my calls for three days. My parent and I went to meet him and his parent to try and resolve the issue but he didn’t listen to a word of what we had to say. All he said was he wanted a divorce. Two weeks later, his parent and other family members came over to dissolve the marriage.

That was it. My marriage lasted for only two and half months. What breaks my heart is the fact that I gave sex to those who didn’t deserve it. They had sex and left anyway. This one—Martin did everything right but I allowed fear to take over my senses. Recently, I heard from another pastor saying that traditional marriage is also marriage and sex is allowed after traditional marriage. If that was true, how stupid could I be? I was married and I didn’t even know it?

Three and half years after our break-up, I attended a wedding—Martin’s wedding with another lady I knew so well. I’m here, still single after six years of our breakup. Guess what, I had a boyfriend. We had sex but the relationship didn’t go well so we broke up. Back to single again.



http://silentbeads.com/not-sex-marriage-destroyed-marriage/#.W5RCDGko80M

iGist:
After a pastor was allegedly attacked and shot at by assassins yesterday, 6th September 2018 but, miraculously, none of the bullets penetrated his body.

According to reports shared by his church members online, Pastor David Elijah, the founder of Grace and power prophetic ministry international, was attacked in Awka, Anambra state, as he was going to his Church.

Controversial OAP Daddy Freeze rubbish claims by pastor that assasin's bullets failed to penetrate his body.

Daddy freeze wrote;


Source >>> http://gistmore.com/daddy-freeze-davido-reacts-bullets-failed-penetrate-pastors-body

iGist:
After a pastor was allegedly attacked and shot at by assassins yesterday, 6th September 2018 but, miraculously, none of the bullets penetrated his body.

According to reports shared by his church members online, Pastor David Elijah, the founder of Grace and power prophetic ministry international, was attacked in Awka, Anambra state, as he was going to his Church.

Controversial OAP Daddy Freeze rubbish claims by pastor that assasin's bullets failed to penetrate his body.

Daddy freeze wrote; Freeze is so ignorant and he has gained so much confidence because he has gotten followers who also do not know much.

When it comes to men of God, he starts ranting without being sure of what he is saying. Who says bullets do not tear clothes. They do but it depends on a lot of factors.

Lets see the article on the below link. I have also sniped (pun intended) the catchy paragraphs for our perusal.

https://www.bevfitchett.us/gunshot-wounds/a-1.html



Source >>> http://gistmore.com/daddy-freeze-davido-reacts-bullets-failed-penetrate-pastors-body

Dalam0n:
The pastor stage managed the attack. Bullet doesn't tear clothes it burns clothes. The pastor is a liar. Bullet doesn't hurt him but rain does abi?

Dalam0n:
Immediately I read the story I knew it was stage managed to create publicity for the pastor so that he'll gain fame that will eventually result to more followers that will further enrich him. It was just a marketing tactics by the pulpit bandit.

Kennydoc:
I don't understand this police spokesperson, abi Deputy commissioner. You haven't said anything. Was his vehicle riddled with bullets or not? I can even see bullet holes on his clothes. What exactly are they debunking?

Issame:
Courteous lady removes her slippers, today, before entering the Diamond bank in Owerrinta, Abia State.

Source:
http://nairaplus.com/2018/08/lady-removes-her-slippers-before-entering-bank-in-abia-state-pic/