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In the early 1820s, a Scottish swindler named Gregor MacGregor devised one of history’s most outlandish moneymaking schemes: he invented his own country. After surfacing in London, the former military officer claimed he had been made the ruler of an idyllic Central American nation called Poyais. Nearly everything about the tropical paradise was fictional—MacGregor had forged a collection of official documents and a full-length guidebook—but that didn’t stop him from making a fortune promoting phony Poyais bonds, land certificates and even a disastrous settlement scheme. [/i


Beginning in 1821, the city of London was overrun with reports of a previously unknown nation nestled on the Caribbean coastline of what is now Honduras. Called Poyais, it was supposedly a lush and untapped paradise of fertile farmland, rolling hills and gold-rich streams. Its native “Poyers” were described as a friendly and hardworking people, and its capital, St. Joseph, was a European-style settlement dotted with public buildings and even an opera house. Poyais boasted a deep-water port and a pleasant climate that made it immune to the scourge of tropical disease. It was, a guidebook claimed, “one of the most healthy and beautiful spots in the world.” It was also a complete and total fraud. By the time it finally ran its course several years later, it had duped scores of unsuspecting investors and led to the deaths of over 150 people.


The mastermind behind the Poyais fairy tale was Gregor MacGregor, a Scottish adventurer with a colorful past. Born in 1786, he had spent his youth in the British army before heading to South America in the 1810s to fight as a soldier of fortune in the Venezuelan War of Independence against Spain. MacGregor served as a general under the legendary Simón Bolivar—whose cousin he married—and later led a series of independent military campaigns in the Caribbean. One of his notorious actions came in 1817, when he raised a small army of freebooters and briefly captured Florida’s Amelia Island from the Spanish.

Naija and blame game...when you say stop taking weed dey won't hear.

Hmm let the blame game begin...

Tednersy:
Mbok. So I am not even qualified to apply for this job. Na wa o. Let me just become a runs girl. I am tired.

My dear it's well, If really you are serious that you don't have job then God will do it for you but you can pm.

Naija nko?

Stealing is not corruption...but I know

Let go there...

..hmmm it's now the west zone, this Jubril self. When is development coming to the East and West just as he asked the World Bank to focus on the north.

God save us..

Hmmmm

Dt first pics tnough

All for crowd and money..

.Naija sha..

Naija police nothing wey dem no go pose with...the good,the bad, the ugly..

Naija police nothing wey dem no go pose with..

#Davidobestrong.. ..

Now Davido dey another level.

#Standstrong

Hmm when it comes to fighting outside Nigerian are United...na den u go kno say this country no get chill for any foreigners.

Bring popcorn o.. .

Wise man he is still enjoying the sweetness in the zoo.

Let respect the dead like a candle in the wind....


Vanity Upon Vanity all is....


Vanity all is Vanity....

R. I. P like candle in the wind...A day beckon when u will no longer exist
Even as our name won't longer be on life list
A day friends and families we try to wake
But the cake of life we can't bake
When my meal will be serve,
And all I have labour will be preserve.

Though I live as if I own the world
Little did I know my stories will be told
When am gone..a friend will dial my phone,
Dead, buried and gone.
A journey to an unknown world and ferry with a new being.

Imagine a world without me and u,
Imagine that beautiful home without you,
Imagine all u labour for been share by families members you don't even know,
Imagine ur certificate Lying useless in your briefcase
Imagine the stage of the living without ur acts,
Imagine the script without ur role
Imagine the song without ur theme,
Imagine the rhythms without ur beats,
Imagine the lyrics of life without ur words,
Imagine letters of life's without ur pen.

Imagine your wardrobe without ur robes,
Imagine makeup without ur face,
Behold ur beauty/handsomeness,
Given way to rust,
Imagine all ur taste turning to dust.

Imagine facebook without ur likes and login,
Imagine instagram without ur pics,
Imagine twitter without ur tweets,
Imagine Julia without ur orders,
Imagine a nairaland without ur comments.

Imagine ur bed without ur body,
Imagine ur mirror without ur image,
Imagine laughter without ur jokes,
Imagine ur treasures without ur takes
Alas who told u we owns the world?

Little wonder a wise king once said vanity upon vanity all is vanity, sometime ago a world was without me and you..in some few yrs to come there will be a world without me or u.

Will the world pause if my heart pulse cease?
When my breath cease will the fun also cease?
Will men still hustle, when I stop living?
How will the look like without my presence?

When I finish telling my stories,
Will I ever wear the crown of glory,
When the roll is call upon yonder,
Will I look awe and wonder,
Where there will be testimony without mourning,
Tears without fear,
where lies gain without pain and,
the stars without scars.

Every moment I live it become clearer to me that am just a passer by in this world,
So no matter the lengthy of yrs I spent I must leave,
For both great and small av come and gone,
If only I realise that am only on a journey and soon I will return home may be the better for me...
If only I realise earlier that aiye yi asan ni!!!!

....and this Okoroawusa wan be President. I won't blame him but the stupid people that will still vote him assuming he is to contest for governorship.

ibibiofirstlady:
I can cry o

May u not have reason to cry.

ibibiofirstlady:
Me ke? I can't oo

Your look is calm so you Can.

ibibiofirstlady:
he's the real MVP

I believe u can do same

Developers abeg make una come talk this one pass mi

May the lord sees him tru..

.... I don't believe it