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Ibime:
I know this from experience of loved ones, not myself. I would rather become an alcoholic than a gambler.

One of my good friends and football colleague called Kwame got into it. He was a smart boy right from college. We used to call him Calculus. 2004 UCL final, I accompanied him to bookies to place a £2 bet on Monaco v Porto, not knowing this is becoming a serious problem to him. To cut a long story short, I spent the next few years fielding phonecalls from his baby mama on how he is a degenerate dad, he steals money meant for the kids etc etc. One day in 2007, we were on our way to play football on Saturday morning, we are already late for the match, he insisted he must stop and place bet. The niggas body was shaking like an addict. His brain was so consumed with the bet, he left the money in the ATM. I took the money from the ATM after he had walked away and gave him. It was £20. He walked into the bookies and bet it all. Cut a long story short, I stopped seeing Kwame around 2008, his life had turned into a sorry mess, a vagrant who was getting kicked out from house to house because of his problem. 2 years ago, I learnt his desperation drove him to become a drug mule, trying to fly with cocaine from Ghana to London. Needless to say, they caught him and slapped him with 6 years at her Majesty's Pleasure.

2nd experience, my junior brother was doing OK. He was working at the BBC, had a fiance, his own place, driving Audi TT etc etc etc. It was around 2007, when his colleagues took him to Casino for a fun night. Around 2008, we started hearing stories from his fiancé that he is becoming a degenerate. He could not account for money budgeted for this and that etc. 2008 Xmas, I called him upstairs and warned him that he will lose his fiancé, his life etc if he does not stop. To cut a long story short, he did not and lost everything but his life. He was sacked from his job for a reason he has not revealed till today, his fiancé kicked him out, he was couch-surfing with God knows who until we went and got him and carried him home to restart his life. He had to stay at home and incubate himself for many years to get himself back on track. We had to pay off so many credit card and bank defaults, red letters were coming through the post everyday. His total debt was around £7k. He struggled to beat his addiction, stealing my parents cash in the house, and even from his new employer that landed him in trouble with the police, but thankfully not in jail. To cut long story short, he was not even allowed access to his own bank account. My popsie had to control his bank account, fill his fuel tank for the week, then give him only £20 for the week. And this is my brother's own money he was working for, yet being babysat like a 3 year old. Cut a long story short, after years of Gamblers Anonymous, micromanagement of his finances and movements, he seems to be alright. But you know with gamblers, you can never tell what they will do when you're not with them.

In summary, I advise anyone against gambling. Some people can manage a small weekly involvement and make it seem fun, but they don't tell you about the other side. It is especially bad when your gambling is driven by desperation to make money. In Nigeria now, most of our youths have become degenerates over this gambling stuff. It is mostly due to the socio-economic condition of the country. They act out of desperation just like the MMM participants, but they don't publicised the human cost of this disease in Nigeria. So my advice to all our young men is run away from it, and don't be enticed by these ninjas publicising odds and winnings etc.

Ibime:
I know this from experience of loved ones, not myself. I would rather become an alcoholic than a gambler.

One of my good friends and football colleague called Kwame got into it. He was a smart boy right from college. We used to call him Calculus. 2004 UCL final, I accompanied him to bookies to place a £2 bet on Monaco v Porto, not knowing this is becoming a serious problem to him. To cut a long story short, I spent the next few years fielding phonecalls from his baby mama on how he is a degenerate dad, he steals money meant for the kids etc etc. One day in 2007, we were on our way to play football on Saturday morning, we are already late for the match, he insisted he must stop and place bet. The niggas body was shaking like an addict. His brain was so consumed with the bet, he left the money in the ATM. I took the money from the ATM after he had walked away and gave him. It was £20. He walked into the bookies and bet it all. Cut a long story short, I stopped seeing Kwame around 2008, his life had turned into a sorry mess, a vagrant who was getting kicked out from house to house because of his problem. 2 years ago, I learnt his desperation drove him to become a drug mule, trying to fly with cocaine from Ghana to London. Needless to say, they caught him and slapped him with 6 years at her Majesty's Pleasure.

2nd experience, my junior brother was doing OK. He was working at the BBC, had a fiance, his own place, driving Audi TT etc etc etc. It was around 2007, when his colleagues took him to Casino for a fun night. Around 2008, we started hearing stories from his fiancé that he is becoming a degenerate. He could not account for money budgeted for this and that etc. 2008 Xmas, I called him upstairs and warned him that he will lose his fiancé, his life etc if he does not stop. To cut a long story short, he did not and lost everything but his life. He was sacked from his job for a reason he has not revealed till today, his fiancé kicked him out, he was couch-surfing with God knows who until we went and got him and carried him home to restart his life. He had to stay at home and incubate himself for many years to get himself back on track. We had to pay off so many credit card and bank defaults, red letters were coming through the post everyday. His total debt was around £7k. He struggled to beat his addiction, stealing my parents cash in the house, and even from his new employer that landed him in trouble with the police, but thankfully not in jail. To cut long story short, he was not even allowed access to his own bank account. My popsie had to control his bank account, fill his fuel tank for the week, then give him only £20 for the week. And this is my brother's own money he was working for, yet being babysat like a 3 year old. Cut a long story short, after years of Gamblers Anonymous, micromanagement of his finances and movements, he seems to be alright. But you know with gamblers, you can never tell what they will do when you're not with them.

In summary, I advise anyone against gambling. Some people can manage a small weekly involvement and make it seem fun, but they don't tell you about the other side. It is especially bad when your gambling is driven by desperation to make money. In Nigeria now, most of our youths have become degenerates over this gambling stuff. It is mostly due to the socio-economic condition of the country. They act out of desperation just like the MMM participants, but they don't publicised the human cost of this disease in Nigeria. So my advice to all our young men is run away from it, and don't be enticed by these ninjas publicising odds and winnings etc.

diggz:
^^^^

Oga! I hope all is well with you?

SeekinAttention:

Bimffo:
Sorry, who the füūck are you?

Olaone1:

SeekinAttention:
E pain diggz

Ibime:
I know this from experience of loved ones, not myself. I would rather become an alcoholic than a gambler.

One of my good friends and football colleague called Kwame got into it. He was a smart boy right from college. We used to call him Calculus. 2004 UCL final, I accompanied him to bookies to place a £2 bet on Monaco v Porto, not knowing this is becoming a serious problem to him. To cut a long story short, I spent the next few years fielding phonecalls from his baby mama on how he is a degenerate dad, he steals money meant for the kids etc etc, and of course he dropped out of uni. Unfortunately for the babymama, she even went and got pregnant a 2nd time when it was already established that he is a degenerate. One day in 2007, we were on our way to play football on Saturday morning, we are already late for the match, he insisted he must stop and place bet. The niggas body was shaking like an addict. His brain was so consumed with the bet (or the shame that he couldn't even hide his addiction from me), he left the money in the ATM. I took the money from the ATM after he had walked away and gave him. It was £20. He walked into the bookies and bet it all. Cut a long story short, I stopped seeing Kwame around 2008, his life had turned into a sorry mess, a vagrant who was getting kicked out from house to house because of his problem. 2 years ago, I learnt his desperation drove him to become a drug mule, trying to fly with cocaine from Ghana to London. Needless to say, they caught him and slapped him with 6 years at her Majesty's Pleasure.

2nd experience, my junior brother was doing OK. He was working at the BBC, had a fiance, his own place, driving Audi TT etc etc etc. He was only 21 and even already had the deposit to buy his first house. It was around 2007, when his colleagues took him to Casino for a fun night. Around 2008, we started hearing stories from his fiancé that he is becoming a degenerate. He could not account for money budgeted for this and that etc. 2008 Xmas, I called him upstairs and warned him that he will lose his fiancé, his life etc if he does not stop. To cut a long story short, he did not and lost everything but his life. He was sacked from his job for a reason he has not revealed till today, his fiancé kicked him out, he was couch-surfing with God knows who until we went and got him and carried him home to restart his life. He had to stay at home and incubate himself for many years to get himself back on track. We had to pay off so many credit card and bank defaults, red letters were coming through the post everyday. His total debt was around £7k. He struggled to beat his addiction, stealing my parents cash in the house, and even from his new employer that landed him in trouble with the police, but thankfully not in jail. To cut long story short, he was not even allowed access to his own bank account. My popsie had to control his bank account, fill his fuel tank for the week, then give him only £20 for the week. And this is my brother's own money he was working for, yet being babysat like a 3 year old. Cut a long story short, after years of Gamblers Anonymous, micromanagement of his finances and movements, he seems to be alright. But you know with gamblers, you can never tell what they will do when you're not with them.

In summary, I advise anyone against gambling. Some people can manage a small weekly involvement and make it seem fun, but they don't tell you about the other side. It is especially bad when your gambling is driven by desperation to make money. In Nigeria now, most of our youths have become degenerates over this gambling stuff. It is mostly due to the socio-economic condition of the country. They act out of desperation just like the MMM participants, but they don't publicised the human cost of this disease in Nigeria. So my advice to all our young men is run away from it, and don't be enticed by these ninjas publicising odds and winnings etc.

Ibime:
I know this from experience of loved ones, not myself. I would rather become an alcoholic than a gambler.

One of my good friends and football colleague called Kwame got into it. He was a smart boy right from college. We used to call him Calculus. 2004 UCL final, I accompanied him to bookies to place a £2 bet on Monaco v Porto, not knowing this is becoming a serious problem to him. To cut a long story short, I spent the next few years fielding phonecalls from his baby mama on how he is a degenerate dad, he steals money meant for the kids etc etc, and of course he dropped out of uni. Unfortunately for the babymama, she even went and got pregnant a 2nd time when it was already established that he is a degenerate. One day in 2007, we were on our way to play football on Saturday morning, we are already late for the match, he insisted he must stop and place bet. The niggas body was shaking like an addict. His brain was so consumed with the bet (or the shame that he couldn't even hide his addiction from me), he left the money in the ATM. I took the money from the ATM after he had walked away and gave him. It was £20. He walked into the bookies and bet it all. Cut a long story short, I stopped seeing Kwame around 2008, his life had turned into a sorry mess, a vagrant who was getting kicked out from house to house because of his problem. 2 years ago, I learnt his desperation drove him to become a drug mule, trying to fly with cocaine from Ghana to London. Needless to say, they caught him and slapped him with 6 years at her Majesty's Pleasure.

2nd experience, my junior brother was doing OK. He was working at the BBC, had a fiance, his own place, driving Audi TT etc etc etc. He was only 21 and even already had the deposit to buy his first flat. It was around 2007, when his colleagues took him to Casino for a fun night. Around 2008, we started hearing stories from his fiancé that he is becoming a degenerate. He could not account for money budgeted for this and that etc. 2008 Xmas, I called him upstairs and warned him that he will lose his fiancé, his life etc if he does not stop. To cut a long story short, he did not and lost everything but his life. He was sacked from his job for a reason he has not revealed till today, his fiancé kicked him out, he was couch-surfing with God knows who until we went and got him and carried him home to restart his life. He had to stay at home and incubate himself for many years to get himself back on track. We had to pay off so many credit card and bank defaults, red letters were coming through the post everyday. His total debt was around £7k. He struggled to beat his addiction, stealing my parents cash in the house, and even from his new employer that landed him in trouble with the police, but thankfully not in jail. To cut long story short, he was not even allowed access to his own bank account. My popsie had to control his bank account, fill his fuel tank for the week, then give him only £20 for the week. And this is my brother's own money he was working for, yet being babysat like a 3 year old. Cut a long story short, after years of Gamblers Anonymous, micromanagement of his finances and movements, he seems to be alright. But you know with gamblers, you can never tell what they will do when you're not with them.

In summary, I advise anyone against gambling. Some people can manage a small weekly involvement and make it seem fun, but they don't tell you about the other side. It is especially bad when your gambling is driven by desperation to make money. In Nigeria now, most of our youths have become degenerates over this gambling stuff. It is mostly due to the socio-economic condition of the country. They act out of desperation just like the MMM participants, but they don't publicised the human cost of this disease in Nigeria. So my advice to all our young men is run away from it, and don't be enticed by these ninjas publicising odds and winnings etc.

SIRcumalot:
is Ronaldo still has effective if you partner him with a striker who is also goal hungry I don't mehn.
and what is best for Ronaldo,is best for Madrid.

Ibime:
I know this from experience of loved ones, not myself. I would rather become an alcoholic than a gambler.

One of my good friends and football colleague called Kwame got into it. He was a smart boy right from college. We used to call him Calculus. 2004 UCL final, I accompanied him to bookies to place a £2 bet on Monaco v Porto, not knowing this is becoming a serious problem to him. To cut a long story short, I spent the next few years fielding phonecalls from his baby mama on how he is a degenerate dad, he steals money meant for the kids etc etc, and of course he dropped out of uni. Unfortunately for the babymama, she even went and got pregnant a 2nd time when it was already established that he is a degenerate. One day in 2007, we were on our way to play football on Saturday morning, we are already late for the match, he insisted he must stop and place bet. The niggas body was shaking like an addict. His brain was so consumed with the bet (or the shame that he couldn't even hide his addiction from me), he left the money in the ATM. I took the money from the ATM after he had walked away and gave him. It was £20. He walked into the bookies and bet it all. Cut a long story short, I stopped seeing Kwame around 2008, his life had turned into a sorry mess, a vagrant who was getting kicked out from house to house because of his problem. 2 years ago, I learnt his desperation drove him to become a drug mule, trying to fly with cocaine from Ghana to London. Needless to say, they caught him and slapped him with 6 years at her Majesty's Pleasure.

2nd experience, my junior brother was doing OK. He was working at the BBC, had a fiance, his own place, driving Audi TT etc etc etc. He was only 21 and even already had the deposit to buy his first flat. It was around 2007, when his colleagues took him to Casino for a fun night. Around 2008, we started hearing stories from his fiancé that he is becoming a degenerate. He could not account for money budgeted for this and that etc. 2008 Xmas, I called him upstairs and warned him that he will lose his fiancé, his life etc if he does not stop. To cut a long story short, he did not and lost everything but his life. He was sacked from his job for a reason he has not revealed till today, his fiancé kicked him out, he was couch-surfing with God knows who until we went and got him and carried him home to restart his life. He had to stay at home and incubate himself for many years to get himself back on track. We had to pay off so many credit card and bank defaults, red letters were coming through the post everyday. His total debt was around £7k. He struggled to beat his addiction, stealing my parents cash in the house, and even from his new employer that landed him in trouble with the police, but thankfully not in jail. To cut long story short, he was not even allowed access to his own bank account. My popsie had to control his bank account, fill his fuel tank for the week, then give him only £20 for the week. And this is my brother's own money he was working for, yet being babysat like a 3 year old. Cut a long story short, after years of Gamblers Anonymous, micromanagement of his finances and movements, he seems to be alright. But you know with gamblers, you can never tell what they will do when you're not with them.

In summary, I advise anyone against gambling. Some people can manage a small weekly involvement and make it seem fun, but they don't tell you about the other side. It is especially bad when your gambling is driven by desperation to make money. In Nigeria now, most of our youths have become degenerates over this gambling stuff. It is mostly due to the socio-economic condition of the country. They act out of desperation just like the MMM participants, but they don't publicised the human cost of this disease in Nigeria. So my advice to all our young men is run away from it, and don't be enticed by these ninjas publicising odds and winnings etc.

Nihilist:
Mehn these are terrible stories. I'm sorry to hear that these things happened to your friends and family, but the truth is that both people, from the description you gave anyway, seem to have addictive personalities.

If the gambling didn't hook them, it could have been drugs, it could have been alcohol, it could have been sex....

I also have witnessed the deterioration of close ones hooked in the throes of some addiction

I personally don't think gambling, drugs, alcohol and so on are necessarily bad, and I indulge each of these vices on occasion - but I know myself, and I know my limit, and I'm confident to say I don't have an addiction to any of them.

That's the only thing I can add to your message, it is extremely important to know thyself. Know Yourself.

Once again, sorry to hear about your friend and brother.

SeekinAttention:
E pain diggz

Chelseafan1:
Abeg, make una help me check this games out 400+ odds.
Comot the Judas....wey donjazet my nigga.

Hope e never blow that 100k.

Griffon, pick 10 odds from here na.

3T9PCPF

SeekinAttention:
Devil, u don come again? On Sunday?
Make I put another 5K Ito the flames

Nihilist:
Mehn these are terrible stories. I'm sorry to hear that these things happened to your friends and family, but the truth is that both people, from the description you gave anyway, seem to have addictive personalities.

If the gambling didn't hook them, it could have been drugs, it could have been alcohol, it could have been sex....

I also have witnessed the deterioration of close ones hooked in the throes of some addiction

I personally don't think gambling, drugs, alcohol and so on are necessarily bad, and I indulge each of these vices on occasion - but I know myself, and I know my limit, and I'm confident to say I don't have an addiction to any of them.

That's the only thing I can add to your message, it is extremely important to know thyself. Know Yourself.

Once again, sorry to hear about your friend and brother.

diggz:
Me ke! I only ask am as e choose to post samething 3times.

E b like say e dey normal to u?

Chelseafan1:
I didn't put a knife on your throat to play.

Fuccck off!!

SeekinAttention:
E dey normal die!
More than u sef

SeekinAttention:
Aye è ma bàjé Ni

U will continue to lose by God's grace

SeekinAttention:
Aye è ma bàjé Ni
U will continue to lose by God's grace

Chelseafan1:
OK. Can you please get lost now?

Ibime:
That may be the case but gambling is slightly different.

When you start believing your smarter than the average Joe, you will feel your punts are based on research and knowledge rather than addiction. You will see arguments even on this thread saying they use smart methods in their betting, others don't know how to punt, they are not using sense etc.

I have seen otherwise stable people blow money on stock trading in the same way. No addictive personality, just believing they have better research or better quants.

SeekinAttention:
Hey sissy, stop seeking my attention

SeekinAttention:
E dey normal die!
More than u sef