Yes oo.. He came to my school back then 2010@ FSTC, Awka

Hahaha. Abeg where is he now?

barallanee:
By the count of three bring all the contrabands in the hostel....he made us read on valantine day for 9 hours...with his MRS..meditate read and study

sorry did you attend fggc shagamu?

veeveanO:
sorry did you attend fggc shagamu?

no..FGC Ikom

fernandoc:
Hell yeah . Way back 2004. Taught us that masturbation depletes your cerebrospinal fluid and makes you weak on many levels. Omo since then jerking off stopped being an option for many of us.

He lied.

SeekinAttention:
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If u don't here ur name, and u are in the sport section.. Reply "absent" Seun told me to take attendance

Present

SeekinAttention, na ur spelling of hear be that abi

Spy360:

Present

lol
Class rep

SeekinAttention:
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If u don't here ur name, and u are in the sport section.. Reply "absent" Seun told me to take attendance

Present sir

excanny:

He lied.

I really don't care.

caukerzee:
Ken Katas. Who remembers him?

How about those who left secondary school in 1997? How old was Mr Ken then?

e nor come oo..I know him not

My Husband Denied Me And Our Children For The Sake Of Money, Now He’s Nowhere To Be Found

By TrueLifeTori

Justin and I got married in May 2007. To the glory of God, we did not have any issues with child-bearing. Our son, Ebube, came exactly 10 months after, followed by Amara, our first daughter, in 2011, and our last daughter, Chidalu, in 2013.

Five of us lived happily in a rented two-bedroom apartment in the Ikotun area of Lagos.

We were not rich, but we were also not poor. Justin worked as a reporter in one of the major national dailies in Lagos covering the travel and tourism sector. As such, he was always on the move, especially on foreign trips, leaving me in charge of the household. He would sometimes travel for as long as one week at a stretch. In fact, it was part of why he never wanted me to work in a bank. I studied Banking and Finance at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka and desperately wanted to build a career in banking, but he said bankers don’t have time for their families.

“Both of us can’t be far from home at the same time. My job takes me out all the time. One person needs to be closer home to take care of the children,” he argued.

And so, I took up a teaching appointment in a neighbourhood school, where I taught Economics in the senior secondary section. The pay was meagre, but it was convenient because our children attended nursery and primary school in the same school. I drove them to school every morning in my husband’s old Peugeot 406 salon car and returned with them after school.

Because of his numerous overseas travels, his relatives thought he was a very rich man and some of them often came to him asking for financial assistance, and they never believed him whenever he told them he didn’t have money.

“These overseas trips, you see, I don’t pay for them. They are sponsored by companies in the sector I report. They pay the visa fee and tickets, cater for hotel accommodation and give us daily stipend for feeding and other expenses. At the end of these trips, sometimes you return home with something, sometimes you don’t,” he would tell them.

Justin was a good man by human estimation; he was not stingy and sometimes gave assistance to his relatives from even the little he had. But he had one weakness – women.

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Some of his colleagues who came around once in a while would sometimes joke about his romantic escapades, especially during his numerous overseas trips, but he always told me to ignore them. And I did. After all, between my husband and his friends, who was I supposed to believe?

“Just be careful, and always remember that the kids and I love you,” I always told him.

I knew he had a soft spot for women even before we got married, even though he never shoved it in my face. And I always believed that someday something would happen that would make him turn a new leaf.

Then something happened. The newspaper my husband was working for began to struggle and could no longer pay staff salaries. By December of 2015, they were owed as much as nine months’ salary arrears. He began to desperately look for alternatives but none was forthcoming.

Then again, luck smiled on him. His former boss in Lagos was appointed the managing director of the state-owned newspaper in our home state in the South-Eastern part of the country. He invited my husband over to come and work with him as the deputy editor, an offer he grabbed with both hands and immediately began making arrangements to relocate to down there.

“Let me go and test the waters. If everything falls in place, I will come back and pick all of you,” he assured me.

I had no reservations about it. Our children and I were used to being without him for days; we would surely cope.

I was glad that he was moving closer home. It would be an opportunity to put one or two things in place. I was also happy that he was moving to a state-owned newspaper which, like many government-owned companies in Nigeria, was not necessarily profit-driven. The company was always guaranteed of subventions from government for staff salaries and for printing, whether it makes money or not.

Little did I know then that the movement down to the East would spell doom and erode the joy we had always known as a family.

When he arrived the state capital, Dr Chike, his former boss, gave him a room in his boys’ quarters pending when he would get a place in town. We spoke on phone daily and he always updated me with developments. He told me the boys’ quarters was manageable, that his oga’s wife was nice to him, always ensuring that he had a meal in the house at least once a day, which was usually dinner because he usually left the house early to nose around for news.

When he got a place in town, he called to tell me. Situation began to improve gradually because he began to earn regular salary. As for the other perks he used to get as a journalist working in Lagos, they were no longer coming. The newspaper was state-based and so was not popular. He sent us money occasionally and visited us in Lagos twice in 2016.

In late 2016, he called to tell me about Sharon, a project facilitator from Holland whom he had met during one of his trips.

“She’s in Nigeria to do a project with our state government and has agreed that I will work with her on the project. Honey, this is our chance,” my husband told me.

“Glory to God who giveth all things,” I said.

Sharon bought a car, a Toyota Highlander jeep, and registered it in my husband’s name. He became her tour guide, leading her wherever she wanted to go, especially to meetings with top government officials.

Soon, the project kicked off in earnest and money began to flow. My husband increased the monthly allowance he always sent to us. In June 2016, he called me to say he had completed the five-bedroom bungalow he started on a plot of land he bought in the state capital immediately after our wedding. I was euphoric and began to contemplate final relocation to the East so that our family would be complete again. When I raised the issues, he told me to hold on awhile.

“Hold on a little, dear. Let’s look at end of the year. That’s the ideal time so that when you’re returning home for Christmas, you know it’s final,” he told me.

I shared the good news with our children and they were excited. We began to make arrangements. I told my children’s respective teachers to begin to prepare their testimonials in readiness for our journey home. We began to buy some things we would need for our journey.

I was shocked when in August last year one of my husband’s relatives, Onuwa, whom I wasn’t even close to, called me to say she heard that my husband was living with a pregnant oyibo woman in his newly-completed house in the state capital and that the rumour was that the pregnancy was his.

I didn’t bother to call him. Luckily, our school was on long vacation. So the next day I simply picked our three children, packed a few things and took the next available bus to our state capital.

My husband was horrified when he saw us. Our children rushed to greet him shouting, “Daddy, Daddy!”

“Who are these people?” Sharon, who had been alerted by noise, asked as she came out of one of the rooms. She was heavily pregnant and felt very relaxed, like a woman in her husband’s home.

“Honey, meet my younger sister, Helen, and her kids, Ebube, Amara and Chidalu,” he said.

“Oh, wow! Welcome,” Sharon said and came close to shake my hands. In that moment of wild rage, I pushed her hard and she fell into the couch nearby.

For the first time in our nine-year marriage, my husband descended on me and pounded me into a pulp, right in front of this strange woman and our children.

“You want to spoil my show, abi?” he said in Igbo so that Sharon would not understand. “This woman is my mugu. She vomited the money I used to complete this house, the money I’ve been sending you, and she is ready to vomit even more if I play card. But I see you are enjoying the want and misery that we have been living in all these years?”

I lay there in a heap, wondering what had come over my husband. Was it poverty or greed or love for women that drove him into such an extreme behaviour?

I wept all night and couldn’t sleep. Our children managed to sleep amid sobs. My husband didn’t come anywhere near us but slept in the same room with Sharon. Early in the morning I heard some noise from their section of the house, I heard doors open and close, and then there was silence.

When the day broke, I managed to get up and move around, and to my greatest amazement, they were gone. It’s been six months now and no word from my husband. My children keep asking me, “Where is our daddy?” What do I tell them?

Watch It! That Poor Beggar In Your Neighbourhood May Be Working For Some ‘Big Man’

By TrueLifeTori

The late American hotelier and founder of the Hilton Hotels chain, Conrad Nicholson Hilton, once said, “Charity is a supreme virtue, and the great channel through which the mercy of God is passed onto mankind.”

Most of us apparently understand this concept and many often truly want to be charitable to needy members of the society. The confusion, however, is that we no longer know who is truly in need. Across our cities, there is a steadily increasing number of Smart Alecs who live off the misfortune of those poor, needy ones, especially those living with various forms of disabilities.

Our reporter’s experience yesterday morning attests to this. At the ever-busy Maza-Maza bus terminal in Lagos, a convergence point for many travellers to far-flung regions of the country, this cripple on a makeshift wooden board fitted with rollers was being harassed by a tout (agbero).

“Commot for road make passengers enter bus, or else I go bundle you commot for here,” the agbero said in a croaky voice as he hauled a heavy Ghana-must-go bag into the trunk of an 18-seater bus. “You think say because your oga don settle you can do anyhow.”

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The cripple, who could not have been more than 20 years of age, quietly wheeled himself out of the way to avoid trouble with the agbero. Even a lunatic in Lagos knows you don’t argue with these folks who always seem high on something.

“Beggar get oga?” our reporter who, on her way to an assignment stopped by to buy recharge card, asked jokingly. It was more out of curiosity.

“Dey there now,” said the agbero offhandedly. But looking up and seeing the beautiful face of the enquirer, he attempted to switch to good English. “One man come here to drop him and others very early in the morning and come to carry them back in the evening. Me I sleep for this park so I dey see him. They are his ATM, while we dey here dey hustle from morning to night.”

Our reporter wanted to find out more, but the agbero was not willing to say more but subtly threatened the cripple to talk or be thrown out of the park.

Isa, as he called himself, admitted he has a master whom he works for, but would not say his name nor his location. The master, according to Isa, is from Bauchi State, North-East Nigeria. All he does is to bring cripples from Bauchi to Lagos, offer them accommodation and protection, provide them with necessary tools and send them out on the daily business of begging for alms.

“We dey five for this park. Our master dey drive us come park early in the morning and by evening, that kind 9 o’clock, he go come carry us back. From the money wey we dey make every day, our master pay us small, give some to our papa or mama for village, then he go keep everything,” he said.

TrueLifeTori also gathered that the so-called master, who operates mostly in the shadows, surfaces occasionally to “settle” the park managers so that his “employees” will be allowed to continue their business unhindered.

Already another page and all those claiming to have met him havent answered the fvcking question - Who is he??

Gaara101:
He never cane to my school but the stories about him here is quite similar to an idiot named DAVILIO DAVILEI; his nickname, I've forgotten his real name.


The fool came to my Secondary School, talked about what a genius he was. He recited all the elements of the periodic table and we thought he was the reincarnation of Einstein himself; how gullible. He also said Wizkid was his friend back then at UNILAG, they shares the same room and he lectured him on Chemistry as Wizkid was a poor Chem student.
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The most annoying part was the fact that the bastard sold some materials he brought, telling us it would help us a lot in Chemistry and most of us bought it like our New School Chemistry textbook wasn't enough. I stil get angry when I remember that 1,500.


There was a puzzle in one of the materials he broughtand he promised that whoever solved it first would be given N5000 and the fool never showed up again.

DAVILEO DAVILEI or whatever you call yourself, I will find you and I will kill you.

DAVILIO DAVILEI more like GALILEO GALILEI

yep came around two times self

weda he is boasting or not
he inspired students
most stopped doing certain things

anyway its all d same thing dey all say

barallanee:
FGC Ikom

wow my school. and I have being trying to connect with my friends but no way coz I didn't graduate there, I left coz of the extreme maltreatment of the senior boys. so my mum said no, i won't go back to that school. but I really regret not finishing there.

bae did u goto that school? FGC Ikom.


my principal then was JC ebam.

one of his son is in our class then.

I can still remember 4 corners

zeemahn:


DAVILIO DAVILEI more like GALILEO GALILEI

Exactly bro, exactly.

fernandoc:
Hell yeah . Way back 2004. Taught us that masturbation depletes your cerebrospinal fluid and makes you weak on many levels. Omo since then jerking off stopped being an option for many of us.

. The principal should not have allowed a quack like that into your school.

cruzclinton1:


wow my school. and I have being trying to connect with my friends but no way coz I didn't graduate there, I left coz of the extreme maltreatment of the senior boys. so my mum said no, i won't go back to that school. but I really regret not finishing there.

bae did u goto that school? FGC Ikom.


my principal then was JC ebam.

one of his son is in our class then.

I can still remember 4 corners

seriousmy principal was nduonofit o...a female,short and fair...

zeemahn:


DAVILIO DAVILEI more like GALILEO GALILEI

our he said a cultist shot him and his intestine came out...he held it and went to the hospital.... Wen he came the first time he said his brother shot his mum....the second time he said his brother shot his mum but der was no bullet......the man really put us for bus of lie..kai Ken katas

[quote author=UnimkeAk post=55826685] Baby nairalanders !![/quote Like seriously o, I weak!

I remember him very well... when this idiot came to my school that year... we were forced to attend his dry motivational lectures... the fake genius just get sweet mouth. worst week I ever had in school.
My annoying principal even gave him space to do what he wants. Unnecessary oversabi like punishing students nd falling of guys hands.
If I catch Ken I go revenge.

Gaara101:

DAVILEO DAVILEI or whatever you call yourself, I will find you and I will kill you.

savage! !!

barallanee:
our he said a cultist shot him and his intestine came out...he held it and went to the hospital.... Wen he came the first time he said his brother shot his mum....the second time he said his brother shot his mum but der was no bullet......the man really put us for bus of lie..kai Ken katas

WTF lol

He did oooh... Ken Katas. He used to organize 4hrs sit down and read competition. And he can inspire youths for Africa. Chaiii... Been long I heard of him tho

barallanee:
our he said a cultist shot him and his intestine came out...he held it and went to the hospital.... Wen he came the first time he said his brother shot his mum....the second time he said his brother shot his mum but der was no bullet......the man really put us for bus of lie..kai Ken katas

Hahaha. Inspirational talk. It was for our own good sha.

zeemahn:


Hahaha. Inspirational talk. It was for our own good sha.

it's true sha...BT my skul we will change for one week and go bk to be worst

barallanee:
it's true sha...BT my skul we will change for one week and go bk to be worst

Thats what made you kids