₦airaland Forum

So many up and coming artistes will still follow the trend. Nigerians are not interested in your lyrics, just gimme confam beat. LeT the DJ SCATTER ME WITH PANGOLO MIX.
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Discovered loots!!! Just within 6 years of service under the watch of Goodluck Jonathan, the figures below were recovered by the so called BUHARI that most of Nigerians says he's a tyrant and a killer plus some other adjectives I can't say here. You mean that from 29 May 2015 to 29th May 2016, we have recovered these humongous amount? ✳️ In Naira - N2.987 trillion. (approximately N3 trillion.) ✳️ In Dollars - $9.275 billion ✳️ In Pounds - £5.92 million ✳️ In Euros - €314.649 million This is very disastrous to the economy of this nation. No wonder , they want the looters head to continue looting and killing the economy in silent while Nigerians keep enjoying till their day of total DOOM. This is very unfortunate!! Mind you, this is just some of the looted funds from the total looted away into white man's land. Where are Niger Delta Avengers, IPOB, MASSOB and any SOB we can have Is it Buhari that caused the problems you are facing right now?? I only hope with this information being circulated, your eyes will now be opened and retrace your steps back home and to re strategise your destructive measures towards your indigenous leaders who stole your heritages to the white man's land to develop their country. I give Kudos to PMB for work well done, if he can drop the level of corruption to a minimum level, then we shall begin to enjoy dividends of democray.. Where are the wailers Are you still there Its high time we begin to ask questions from our political leaders plus including our religious leaders because they are not left out in this corruption saga. #stand up for your right in the right way so that your right can be handed over to you at the right time and in the right state of health. #God bless Nigeria...

Just can't believe what my eyes
saw yesterday evening. A
Motorcyclist knocked a girl
down, we all rushed to help
her. While she was on the floor
helplessly, with serious injuries
to her body, she was shouting,
"My phone! My phone!!"
We thought she wanted to call
her family, so we gave her her
phone.
Immediately, she stood up
after she collected the phone,
took a selfie of herself, log into
Facebook and uploaded the
picture with the caption...
"JUST HAD AN ACCIDENT,
FAINTING THINGS ON MY MIND!"
She logged out and fainted
immediately!

This people can talk, Show us evidence rather than telling us with tweets and mentions. Abeg lets hear word.








CONTINUE TO BLOW, who your BLOW don epp for our Niger delta region Just be deceiving yourself, who doesn't know the people behind NIGER DELTA AVENGERS? Why is it Now that Jonathan was sent outa Aso rock that You finally realise the Niger Delta region have been suffering, Where are the Money Given to Tompolo and the Likes? They've used the Money to acquire luxury houses and vehicles, I don't blame Them Sha. When the purpose of Something Is Not Known Its abuse is Inevitable. AVENGERS Aint part Of Us, they are Fighting Selfishly And let me Remind You That I remember Jonathan Sent many Of You Criminals abroad To Learn How to fly Aircraft In preparation For This Time Which Is why I Don't Bother Myself Following Your lies. TOMPOLO knows Where You are And so Funny, Jonathan Knows Tompolo Whereabout. BUT continue To Blow lie for Us. YOUR GROUP ISN'T Even Organised.

The way people react to issues on this platform really gives my brain stress, what MR LAI just said is True and just the truth, quote me anywhere.





SHOW MERCY WHEN REACTING TO POSTS ON HERE.

Topleague:
this man should just shut up for once, haba we are not kids

oya talk your own make Naija better, im don talk im own.

As Nigeria is Now, i wish the country was like my NOKIA C3 that i will restore To factory settings when things go wrong like this era of Tomatoe Ebola and BUHARIYA.

EVILFOREST:
Why won't he defeat them.?

Who formed them. .. ? .

The same way GEJ will defeat THE AVENGERS come 2019 if NIGERIA can be hypnotised once again. See as a dey look you like i wan discover mungo park.

Experiencing new parts of
life

Life is filled with numerous
chances, options and
experience. The way someone
views fun may be different from
another person because both
have experienced fun in
different ways. What can one do
to see a large part of life? How
can one catch the little details of
life? Read this post
1. Never discriminate

Discrimination is the fastest way
of closing your eyes not to see
what others (who/what you
discriminate) can see. Take for
example you hate pets but
others don't. How can you feel
the animal's love and affection
that pet owners feel? Perhaps
you love dogs but hate cats),
how can you feel the cuddling
and affectionate behavior they
offer? Another example is
homophobia. Homosexual men*
are funny and affectionate. They
can solve relationship problem
cause they're men so they most
probably know what men want
and some behave like women
so they also know what women
want. What if you're
homophobic? How can you
experience their love? How can
you find the joke in what they
say? The summary of this post
is never to hate someone or
something.

2. Never be idle

There's no better way of
experiencing new parts of life
than been active. If you're idle, a
large percent of life would pass
by on you. For instance, you
may be sleeping whereby an
unannounced carnival is
passing through your street.
How can your see the colors?
How can you get first class
experience? Remember that the
little things life offers really
matters*

3. Walk/hike*

While walking, you may come
across people and places you
may never see. You may come
across new cultures, traditions,
customs while hiking. There are
endless opportunities like
employment, socialization,
exercise while hiking.

4. Be sociable/ keep in touch

with loved ones
Your loved ones know what
suits you. The people around
you * know what's best for you.
They're like your extra eyes
cause you're not everywhere
they are and can tell you
something you've missed. They
might stumble upon an
information that you need.

5. Always read

It doesn't matter if you read for
knowledge or news or fun,
reading is reading. Reading
brings opportunities like
employment. It also brushes
your writing and spelling skills.
Always read.
Welcome to the New month.
@pjamasmusic on Twitter.

PrettyCrystal:
what happened to the first picture abi u never wake up from sleep well

where is the crowd Am in Osogbo, i didnt even know AREGBE was in my AREA. Am just hearing this.

banme1:
which area. Cos I know say osogbo de get light wella.

abeg help me ask him ohh, OSOGBO that enjoy light like LONDON. Only EDE thats hustling.

Eiyah, sorry everybody but theres always light in IKIRUN OH, all of you should come and charge Your phones. Rural areas enjoy light more than the URBAN. One advantage!

Eiyah, sorry everybody but theres always light in IKIRUN OH, all of you should come and charge Your phones.

BRAV0O:
maybe they are saying it will be more darker all I know is devil is now working over time in Nigeria and the great tyranny is on the loose !

infact eh, You these Nairalanders wont kill somebody.

urbobo20:
mr dino, roungh and david is right our country is fantasticaly corrupt . i just hate this country with passion

i've you tried D R CONGO, or better still Burkinna faso?

“Are you kidding me?” Levendale said throwing the magazine on Elizabeth’s desk. He strode across the tiny office in his odd way that always reminded Elizabeth of a vulture. His head pushed forward, his wobbly, wrinkled neck moving back and forth, his legs thrown ahead of him waiting for his body to catch up. He was the master of international sports for the magazine and fancied himself the boxing expert in South Africa. “The Hitman has been retired for eleven years. How can you talk about him defending his IBF title? That’s over and done with. He’s a has- been. You really need to understand boxing if you’re going to write about it, Elizabeth. A column like this is going to have you losing all credibility, but I always expected as much. It’s really not good for the magazine. I don’t know what Chako was thinking when he gave you the column. You know nothing about the intricacies of the sport. Nothing.” Elizabeth nearly laughed. In Levendale’s eyes she never had creditability in the first place so how could she lose it? He didn’t care too much when she was only writing articles about athletics for The Sports Review. She’d been a 100 metre star during her university days at WITS so that gave her a bit of cred in his eyes, but that was only for athletics. When the magazine’s long time editor, Rre Chako, let her do a column on boxing, now that was stepping on Levendale’s toes and he didn’t like it, didn’t like it at all. Rre Chako knew enough about the boxing world, though, to know no one would take a columnist named Elizabeth seriously, and so asked her to write under a male pseudonym. Elizabeth wasn’t happy about that but loved boxing enough to do it. Ever since she was a little girl and would go to matches with her father, she adored the sport. So she agreed to write the column under the name E.B Diseko. The column, Punch Drunk, was a bug up Levendale’s nose. Every issue, he’d pitch up at Elizabeth’s office complaining about what she’d written. Plenty of night’s at Gino’s, the local work hangout on the ground floor of their office block, once Levendale got enough Black Label flowing in his system, he could be heard spouting off about how a sports magazine had no place for women. Since Elizabeth was there (albeit the only woman besides the tea lady in the office) there must be a place for some women at a sports magazine, and Elizabeth suspected any woman who could tolerate Levendale earned a place next to her. Elizabeth learned to accept that Levendale was a sexist pig and nothing in this lifetime would shift him from that position. The world would just have to wait for him to move on to the next life where, one could only hope, he came back as an equality- committed sea slug. “Gimba Kwabizani wants to prove that he’s the best heavyweight boxer South Africa has ever produced. He can only do that if he gets a fight with The Hitman. He’s the only IBF heavyweight who never lost his belt. And in any case, the Hitman was just a kid in 2001 when he won the title. He was like 20, that’s make him only 31 now. We don’t know what he’s been doing, he disappeared, we don’t know where he went. Maybe he’s been boxing in Cuba or something. For all we know he might be at his prime. Besides, it’s not like it’s some wild request from left field. Felix Steyn has been insinuating that his boxer is fit and ready to get back into the ring at any time. In my column I’m just speculating about what the problem might be. That’s all.” “Calling The Hitman a coward is not going to make you any friends.” Elizabeth smiled up at Levendale. “Unlike you, Levendale, I have enough friends.” Levendale stormed out just as Marea arrived. She poked her head around the door, “Is it safe?” She was dressed in her normal Marea way: green tights to match her currently green hair, a black leather mini skirt, black Bob Martins, a green blouse with a ruffle down the front and a playing card, the queen of hearts, hanging from a loop in her ear. Marea and Elizabeth had been best friends since primary school, and she’d always been dressing weird, but still, each day was a surprise- even for Elizabeth. “What’s with the queen of hearts?” Elizabeth asked as Marea plopped down in the only other chair in the tiny windowless office. “It’s all about love. I may have met someone.” Marea smiled. “Ooo… tell me more!” “He moved into my building, one floor up. So far no woman in the picture. We met in the elevator. There was a connection. I’m feeling him, that’s all I’m saying for now. I don’t want to jinx it.” Elizabeth pulled her handbag out of her bottom desk drawer. “Is it okay if I invited Zakes to join us for lunch?” “Errrr… I don’t know. You know how it is…it’s still sort of weird me and h….” She stopped talking when Zakes walked in. Zakes was the magazine’s football reporter. He wore his usual: Manchester United T-shirt and jeans. He had a compact footballer’s body thanks to years of playing the sport like an addict. This was in direct contrast to his silly, boyish face with the deepest dimples Elizabeth had ever seen on a man. Marea popped up from her chair and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her voice suddenly all jolly and accommodating. “Really wonderful to see you, Zakes. Elizabeth tells me you’ll be joining us for lunch. I’m so pleased.”

*** . . . #SOMETHINGABOUTHIM CHAPTER 1 EPISODE 4 Elizabeth parked her car, but didn’t get out. She watched as four white women passed each carrying in their arms variations on the theme “small fluffy dog”. Then an Indian man with a medium size, well behaved white dog with black eye patches passed by and eyed her, likely wondering why she was sitting in the parking lot of the dog school. She was slightly hopeful when a white man with a dog almost as big as Chompie passed by. At least Chompie would fit in size-wise. Then a coloured couple passed, they looked quite angry with each other, but their dog was lovely with long red hair. It nearly pulled them across the parking lot while they continued with an argument thrown back and forth between them at whispering level. Again Elizabeth was happy to see that not all dogs were well behaved. Some were behaviour- challenged just like poor Chompie. But it was as she expected. There would not be a single black person at this dog obedience class. A dog obedience class? What had she been thinking? Despite all of the transformation, black people just expected dogs to behave. They didn’t have to pay to take them to school. She might as well accept it, she would be the one and only black person in the class. She might have known it before she signed up. She was going to stand out like a big, fat sore thumb. Besides the fact, by the look of things, no matter how she tried to pretty it up, Chompie was by far the most badly behaved dog, even compared to the lovely red head that had dragged its owners across the parking lot. She and Chompie were going to be the oddballs- the tiny, black woman with her massive, badly behaved monster dog. She blamed it all on Phodiso. She would have never come to the dog obedience class if it hadn’t been for her sister. “If you’re keeping this dog you’ve got to do something,” Phodiso said as she looked down at her licked clean plate that a moment before held a bacon sandwich she was looking forward to eating. “He is not human compatible.” Phodiso was always coming up with terms like that- human compatible- what does that even mean? “He’s okay. Besides, what can I do? It’s his personality. He’s jovial.” “Jovial? Jovial? That behaviour is not jovial.” Phodiso looked over at her fiancé Odirile for some reinforcement. They were over to the flat for lunch after they’d taken Elizabeth out for the morning to “get her mind off Oaitse” even though the entire morning all Phodiso talked about was how sad it was that Oaitse would behave like that- “an economics professor and all, you’d expect better. Such a shame!” Odirile shrugged his shoulders. “To be honest, I don’t know much about dogs. He’s a bit rambunctious but maybe it’s because he’s so big.” Phodiso gave him a look. She liked him to agree with her. If he couldn’t agree, it was better he kept quiet. “You need to take that dog to dog school, Elizabeth. Antoinette at work said there’s a dog school in Sandton. They teach the dog how to be obedient. You need to get Chompie there before he kills you or someone else.” At the time Elizabeth thought it seemed like a good idea. The woman on the phone had been friendly so she booked Chompie for two lessons a week for six weeks. That much education would have to have an effect on the dog, a positive effect Elizabeth hoped. She hung up the phone feeling good, like a responsible pet owner. She and Chompie needed to get on with life, their new life together. And if the dog school worked, they would be doing it in an orderly fashion, and Elizabeth was sure an orderly fashion was exactly the way she needed her new single life to proceed. But now, sitting in the car in the parking lot, she was having second thoughts. Chompie was very set in his ways; he was already two years old, which was like nearly twenty in human years. Everyone knows you can’t teach a twenty year old new tricks. Maybe the whole thing had been a stupid idea. Then she remembered what the woman on the phone had said, “No refund”. The lessons were R100 each and she’d paid for twelve lessons, that was a lot of money. She and Chompie would have to suck it up. Maybe it would all work out fine. It wasn’t too bad being oddballs really. Who wanted to be like everyone else anyway? It was nice to be different. Chompie had been keeping a keen eye on the passing dogs and knew exactly where they had disappeared to, so the minute Elizabeth opened the back door, before she could get a hold of the leash, he was off across the parking lot like a bullet and through the door of the school, a heavy glass door. Chompie pushed it with his nose like it was as light as a paper. Elizabeth slammed the car door shut and ran after him hoping she’d catch him before he ate someone. This was not the right way to start your first day at dog school, even she knew that. She burst through the front door and looked frantically left and right. The nervously smiling woman at the desk kept quiet but pointed toward an open door at the back which led out into a fenced yard. Elizabeth rushed for the door. Things were not looking good. In the yard, everyone stood with their dogs, but all of them were looking toward the corner. Elizabeth followed their eyes and there was Chompie. He had his big forelegs on the wide shoulders of…surprise, surprise… a man, a black man even! The only other black person in the class, as she’d expected. Despite being distracted by Chompie and his disruption of the class, Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice that the man Chompie had chosen was a very handsome, seriously well built someone. She had to give Chompie ten points for taste. Next to the man sat a sad-eyed beagle, likely wondering what this big dog was doing to her poor owner. “Chompie!” Elizabeth reached for Chompie’s leash and managed to pull him off of the man. “I’m so sorry! He got away from me in the parking lot. My dog is a bit of a handful,” she said. “It’s okay. I felt sort of special the way he came straight to me.” The beagle owner smiled and Elizabeth suddenly felt unstable, as if her legs weren’t quite up to holding her. Wow! Could a smile really do that to a person? Kind, polite, handsome and a killer smile? Elizabeth was thinking maybe this dog obedience thing wasn’t going to be so bad after all. She held out her hand to him. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth… and this is Chompie.” “Realeboga and my little beagle is Bessie.” They both looked down at their dogs. Chompie lay on his side and Bessie lay with her head resting on Chompie’s stomach like a pillow. “I guess someone’s made a new friend,” Realeboga said. Elizabeth smiled looking up at this very handsome man, nodding her head, not think about dogs at all. “Yes, I think so.”

#SOMETHINGABOUTHIM Chapter 1 Episode 3. Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror over the table with the phone. She knew the problem. She’d been with him for so long it had become a habit. She couldn’t imagine getting back into the dating scene either, she’d lost confidence. But she wasn’t that bad. Her dreadlocks had grown to shoulder length now. She wished her eyes weren’t so thin, but she liked her nose with its dainty hook at the end. And she always got compliments about her high cheekbones. Still the thought of being thrown back into the dating world was frightening. No, she and Oaitse would have to work things out when he came back. He’d have to change, that was all there was to it. He loved her and she knew a man in love was willing to change for his woman. She sat down, preparing herself to make the call. She always found it difficult to confront Oaitse. He was so much smarter than her, older and more established. He usually talked her out of what she originally wanted to talk to him about, but not this time. This time she would be articulate and stick to her point, no wavering allowed. Chompie sat sloppily next to her and lay his massive head on her lap, looking up at her with his “please-don’t-send-me- away” eyes. She looked away from him. She would no longer be manipulated by Oaitse or his very manipulative dog. “Hello?” Oaitse picked up on the second ring. “Hi Oaitse, it’s me.” “Elizabeth…this is not a good time. Can I call you back later?” She could hear something in his voice. Was it irritation? “Chompie ate my Prada handbag.” She was not budging, not today. She would not be bullied. She needed to get everything sorted out now not later. Oaitse always tried to put her off in that way, but not today. And what right did he have to be irritated with her anyway? “Okay…,” he said not listening. She sensed he wanted to get off the phone. He was distracted. “I’m sorry about that I’m sure we can do something…can I call you back later?” Then she heard it. A woman’s voice. A British woman’s voice. “Come back to bed, it’s cold,” she said. “Who’s that?” Elizabeth asked. “That? That’s the television. Sweetheart, can I call you back later? We’ll sort the entire thing out later. Promise.” The British woman, who was definitely not on television, said, “Oaitse, come back to bed, baby!” Elizabeth couldn’t believe it! She was in Joburg, waiting patiently for Oaitse to return, taking care of his big, fat slobbering, handbag- eating dog, while he was shagging some British woman in Oxford? And on top of everything- she no longer had a red Prada handbag! She began to cry. She couldn’t stop herself, it was all just too much. Oaitse went into fix-it mode. “Elizabeth, honey, it’s not like that. You’re jumping to all sorts of conclusions. She’s a colleague at the college. That’s all. It’s nothing. Nothing at all.” “Oaitse, you know what? ….You know what? I think….you…I really think…” She tried to think of the perfect thing to say, the thing that would put him in the place he belonged. A clever, biting comment that he would remember with a painful sting. But in the end all she could manage was, “Bleep off!” She hung up and immediately called Marea back, waking her up for the second time that morning. And that was how she went from being almost married and not a dog owner, to being solidly single and the owner of a dog nearly double her size. Because in the end, through all of the sad, lonely nights that filled her days after that horrible phone call, she had to give it to Chompie, he was always there by her side, happily ready to lick away her tears, and you can’t ignore that kind of loyalty, at least Elizabeth couldn’t.

#SomethingAboutHim Chapter1 episode: 2 Elizabeth looked down at the long, red strap of her Prada and the silver buckle, all that was left of her beloved handbag. Then she looked at Chompie. He sat in the corner in his lopsided, sloppy way, his back legs out to the side, his forelegs planted in front, held firm by his massive, pancake like feet. His big square head was lowered and his eyes looked watery. Could he be crying? Elizabeth wondered. She had shouted at him quite viciously. At the very least he looked sorry. She didn’t know much about dogs. When she was growing up in Lephalale the only pet they ever had was the mean tom cat that lived in her parents’ shop to keep the mice under control. Robert, an oddly respectable name of that scraggly tom, never ate anyone’s handbags. He mostly kept clear of people, spending most of his time on the top shelf at the back of the general dealer, just on top of the shelf designated for vinegar and tomato sauce. Maybe she’d been too hard on Chompie. He did look very apologetic about the whole handbag mishap. Perhaps dogs had some kind of impediment that didn’t let them distinguish between food and handbags. Like a sort of dyslexia he couldn’t control. She looked at Chompie and felt bad for having shouted at him. Maybe he couldn’t help himself, how can you be angry at someone who has no control over his behaviour? “I’m sorry Chompie. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.” Chompie looked up at her slowly. When he saw she was smiling, she knew she was in for it. She braced herself against the wall behind her. Chompie stood up, tail wagging, and ran, at full speed for her. Elizabeth, in heels, barely reached 1.4 meters and only weighed 52 kg, while Chompie, the boerbull- Alsatian mix, when standing on his hind legs towered above her at almost 2 meters and weighed in well over 80 kgs. Elizabeth prepared for impact. When Chompie was happy he couldn’t stop himself. He ran at her and jumped. His heavy front legs rested on her thin shoulders while he licked her face with his massive tongue, his tail wagged, hitting each wall of the corner Elizabeth was now trapped in with a loud rhythmic- “Thwack! Thwack!” “Down Chompie! Down!” she tried ineffectually. Chompie looked at her confused. Hadn’t she said he was forgiven? She pushed him with all her might but in the end only got free by ducking under his forelegs. Marea was right, she needed to call Oaitse in UK. He needed to take responsibility for his dog. People can’t just go off to UK and leave their dog with people. That just wasn’t on. Yes, she was his girlfriend, and kind of, almost, pretty much his fiancé, but that didn’t mean she needed to take care of his dog while he was away on a six month fellowship to Oxford. In his typical way, he never even asked her. He was so self- centred, something he’d have to work on once they were married. He always assumed that she would do everything for him. He assumed that because she always did everything for him. But that was going to come to an end right now. She walked to the sitting room and pulled out the number to his flat in Oxford. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Since Oaitse had been away, she’d been thinking quite a bit about their relationship. When they first got together things were lovely. He was the handsome, brilliant professor. She felt honoured he’d even asked her out on a date. Before long they were living together and talking about marriage. When he was around, she seemed to be stuck in that schoolgirl crush, but from a distance the flaws in their relationship were easier to see. She’d realised that since he’d been away. He was self centred and quite arrogant. He never considered her career at all, he hardly ever asked about her work day. She doubted he even read her boxing column, something so important to her and close to her heart. Sports, especially boxing, were a waste of time according to Oaitse. Since he’d been gone, she sometimes wondered why they were even together, they had so little in common.

Young Blogger And The CEO of KASMIM RECORDS, AYOBAMI JOHNSON popularly Known as PJAMAS has called On all Nigerians to Reject the Move by NLC to Embark On A NATIONWIDE strike Come This Wednesday,In An article Signed by His Chief Media Officer,the young RECORD LABEL owner, He stated the need to support PRESIDENT MOHAMADU BUHARI in his effort to Change Nigeria For better.

''Don't Let NLC /TUC Deceive You
Again.
It was 1st, January, 2012 when
NLC /TUC sold
our rights, sold our freedom, sold
our
emancipation and sold our
efforts to liberate
Nigeria.
The former, Presidents of NLC /
TUC deceived us
and they failed in their
responsibilities as leaders.
Orman and Esele went to Aso
Rock Villa to collect
their shares of national cake and
left Nigerians in
total disappointment then.
The issue of pump price
increment would have
been a thing of the past but NLC /
TUC sold out.
The present NLC /TUC Presidents,
Ayuba and
Kangama are the faces of major
Marketers in
Nigeria that is why they are
fighting their course
using civil service platform.
The so called marketers are the
sponsors and
financiers of these Unions when
it comes to elect
their leaders and they determine
who to be what
and what or who to be the
President.
I am using this platform to
appeal to Nigerians to
ignore their call and not to follow
them like fools
because they will trade you with
the Federal
government when the time
comes for
negotiations. Therefore, be
warned.
These are questions I want to
ask from NLC /TUC
Presidents.
1. How the subsidy affect the
lives of masses?
2. Who is collecting the subsidy?
3. How faithful are marketers to
federal
government?
4. For how long government will
continue to pay
subsidy?
5. Why don't you mobilize
workers to protest
against none payment of salary?
6. Why don't you lead a protest
against Nigerian
Senators /Reps to enact law for
capital
punishment against any corrupt
politicians?
7. Why don't you lead a protest
against Nigerian
Senators and Reps to reduce
their jomboo pay?
Nobody can deceive us again,
nobody can fool us,
nobody can mobilize us against
the government
of President Buhari and nobody
can use us to
make money from government
because we have
learned from previous scenario
in 2012.
We say 'No' to protest, No to
political motivated
protest and NO to fuel subsidy in
Nigeria.
Nigerians are wise nobody can
fool us again.
God bless Federal Republic of
Nigeria.
God bless President Muhammadu
Buhari.''

SOMETHING ABOUT HIM. Chapter 1 EP1 “He ate my Prada! That’s it! I’m killing him! I am going to kill him with my bare hands!” Elizabeth shouted into the phone. She really didn’t need this right now. She had a deadline for her column that was refusing to come together. And to make things worse, she was missing her boyfriend, Oaitse, far away in the UK. She felt lonely, lost and terrorised by this massive, ill- disciplined animal that just ate the most expensive thing she owned. Marea, Elizabeth’s best friend, was on the other end of the phone. For her, waking up at any time before eleven on a Sunday morning was the kind of mythical craziness reserved for church goers and the insane. She held the phone carefully, some distance away from her ear. “Who ate what?” she croaked with one eye open, and that one only half way. “The dog! Oaitse’s damn dog ate my handbag! The red Prada!” Marea sat up in bed, still not ready to open both eyes, but realising that her BFF, Elizabeth, was in trouble and needed her help. Sitting, at the very least, would be required. “Okay. Calm down. Maybe it can be repaired.” “Repaired? Are you crazy? Have you seen it?” Elizabeth said. For someone conditioned to waking at the crack of dawn to go out running for hours on end like a person hell bent on self punishment, Elizabeth seemed very confused from Marea’s perspective. How could Marea have seen the eaten Prada since she was in bed halfway across Joburg? But too, she could hear that edge to her friend’s voice, that edge that said now was not the time for rational thought. “Okay. So the handbag is gone. Like I’ve said before, that dog is not yours, he’s Oaitse’s. Why must you be stuck with it? Call him. He must bring you a new Prada from UK. It’s as simple as that. And he must make a plan for his dog.” Marea hoped it was as simple as that because she really didn’t care about handbag-eating dogs or irresponsible dog-leaving boyfriends at this time on a Sunday morning when Saturday night only finished a few hours ago. What Marea cared most about at that moment was getting back to sleep in her cosy, warm bed. Marea could hear Elizabeth breathing. That was a good sign. It meant she was calming down. “Yes, you’re right. This isn’t even my dog. It’s his! I’m doing him a favour. Yes. Yes, he must bring me a new Prada. A better one even. Yes, you’re right. Thanks Marea, I’m calling him now. Right this very instant.” The phone clicked off and Marea fell back onto her pillow and within seconds she was back in the silver Lamborghini with Denzel Washington flying down the freeway to where she would hopefully soon be finding out.

Una still dey learn, AIRTEL IS 4K for 13GB









But who cares? AM SURFING FREE ON NET WITH MY AIRTEL, CAN GLO BEAT THAT? Glo that Have Sense, They'l wait For me to subscribe after sub. THE NETWORK WILL VANISH LIKE vapour. EVEN USING 3G IS Just wasting of Battery

kullozone:
Make We Hear Word Jare!You Wan Bring Issue Again..Who Say Make You No Talk When Everybody Dey Talk Their Own.

take it easy, he was gathering inspiration and also praticing what to say when the thing was hot. But unfortunately, inspirations came late.

successmatters:
Is it Anambra state government that took olisa metuh to court?

Sorry who is OLISA METUH WHY WAS HE TAKEN TO COURT i thought DASUKI was the one who implicated him and we all know Dasuki is the Only evidence against the PDP now.







BYE FOR NOW!

A teacher asked his student 1+1=? A student stood up and shouted 4 A man passing by overheard the response, he shook his head and said "Buhari will not kill us in this country everything has increased, transport fare, fuel prices, food stuff, pure water,dollar... ...everything even 1+1 that used to be 2 has now gone up to 4

This thing no be joke oh, So just like that, this CHURCH Have collected the 5th offering for today. *thanksgiving offering
*Nigeria offering
*Normal offering
*Blessing offering
*Thank God for last week.
Hmm!
Even electricity offering again? #GodIsWatching #HappySundayPeople

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Hey friend, how prepared are you for this valentine?
Where are You gonna be?
Some will be having great time
with family, some close friends,
and some will be going on
blind date. If you are in that
last category i metioned, well
its not a bad idea, am here this
morning to share with you
little tips about blind date read
my article on blind date to help
you have a successful one this
valentine. Visit http://
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it was a terrible moment when i heard countless noise of dynamite from the back of our house here in ikirun, i initialy didnt take it serious untill i looked through the window to see people running for their lives. Immediately i picked up my phone to call the emergency and thank God for the fast response. It was like watching a movie after the arrival of the police as battle began and seem like it was the end for the people of ikirun, sky bank and first bank were the target as the security operative inside the armoured tank went to have his lunch, the armed robbers came in asap. But thank God for using the police and the vigilantes to Save Us today. It would have gotten worst than this with their bombs. it was a terrible day!