Nairalane:

Aiit bro.... I'll do that....

gaby:


Did you a mail to the address you provided. You can take it down.

Nairalane:


Many thanks.... I'll also catch up with you on whatsapp.......

gaby:


Aight

daddytime:
More

JayRise:


Congrats.

Timantech:
Gaby nice I shot a movie on this it on YouTube see Morocco see Spain but am rewriting the script with things like taramaset jadamary Ramasay and all the vocabularies

gaby:
Before we set off into Niger we've been advised on the need to hide our monies properly because of robbers.

So we resorted to folding the bills to the size of a tampon wrap in a nylon and insert into our assholes straight up it gets sucked in and buried in your belly.

Whenever you'll need to defecate always remember not to forget you are about to log into your bank account. So at every poo time you get to fiddle with your poo,wash and reinsert. If you need to buy or pay for something,you poo,fiddle to reach your bank,make withdrawal,re wrap and return balance to account.

All the dollars for there dey smell so so shit..lol

I'm unfollowing the thread.

I didn't have to wait this long for zubby in his Global runs series. The best real life story ever on nairaland.

You can sell your story to NAPTIP but I bet you, they gave enough.

I'm unfollowing the thread.

I didn't have to wait this long for zubby in his Global runs series. The best real life story ever on nairaland.

You can sell your story to NAPTIP but I bet you, they gave enough.

gaby:
My Persona/ How i live

I'm naturally shy and reserved but when i get comfy i can be a chatter.I thrive better expressing myself in writing though than talking.

Saying i'm sorry is the easiest and quickest word i can say.

I respect people a lot so i find myself sometime hoping into a public commuter and greeting everyone in the bus or cab and when i'm alighting i don't forget to thank the driver or conductor for the ride.Some people look at me like wetin dey do this one but its become second nature.

I am blunt to a fault and pretty well opinionated and this hasn't earned me very much friends.

If i call you a friend i'll tend to you and yours before facing mine.

I'm temperamental(under works though) owing majorly to verbal abuses growing up and my subsequent life experiences i.e my journey.

My weakest point as a man..i love women but now a changed man as i've grown older and more matured and also realizing how much powers women wield.

WUdec:



Please, I write this because of the huge burden of losing my relative who was as eager as you to return to Europe by all means necessary but he died out of the same desperation despite making money.

He first made it to Germany using an illegally-bought visa, back in the day when schengen visas carried no face and people purchased visas on passport pages and inserted it into oluwole passports.

That night of his arrival, he was persuaded to go clubbing with a few people he met at the house where he stayed. That same night a fight broke out at the club where he was present and the German Police began their immigration control to identify those who were illegally residing in that state. One by one they were checked and immediately he was scooped to the Immigration Detention Center where he was deported to Nigeria a few days later.

He relocated to cotonou where he lived for over 10yrs. He began a successful used clothing business and he was doing quite well until he began having Yes Men, spending and living the lavish life. This led to his downfall.

He relocated back to Nigeria, struggling and doing his best to survive. It was during this time that we met and instantly i could see through his good heart. He was like a brother i never had. We became so close and i decided I was gonna help him out. I connected him to a family member and we discussed a sum to come up with so he could return to his former business.

He was given a fresh start and with the money he returned to cotonou but we never knew he still longed for Europe. From what we heard he was doing so well in cotonou again in less than a yr and he kept it touch occasionally.

Outta da blue one day, he calls me up telling me he's in Libya. I was shocked and asked for his motive. He told me he had embarked on the journey to Europe by road and I need fear not cos he was doing well. He said he was stuck in libya dealing drugs and he would eventually buy his way there. He made a lot of money and I convinced him to join me in the shipping business to and fro Nigeria and leave Libya. He agreed and even sent money to buy some goods. So when I called him up to discuss the list of goods, he asked me to keep the money stating that the money should serve as his token of gratitude for what i did for him back then. I refused to accept but his usual self laughed it off and told me he would never accept it back....$1000. He promised me he was gonna come back to Nigeria when he'd made enough money. The "enough money" part i never really understood.

We kept in touch as he always sought my advice and I was always looking for a way out for him then all of a sudden he stopped calling. 2 yrs went by and i never heard from him.

So i decided to visit his sister at computer village when i visited. She told me he was dead stating that she received a phone call saying he died from drugs he had swallowed to transport to the buyers.

I never believed the story but I wept profusely. He always told me stories of how libyan forces were raiding apartments and killing Nigerians, plus how they were being trafficked by libyans for other treacherous reasons. He once told me of how he saw his friend get shot dead before him while they were on the run.

I concluded he must have been shot or butchered for this was the faith of Nigerians shortly after Gaddafi was killed and libya was destroyed. 2 yrs after gaddafi's fall was when my relative was situated in libya.

His family never saw the body hence they never gave him a burial. He was the only son.

So I say to you, think about the ones that love you and look up to you before you make any life-threatening decision; for they are okay now but if you die, how many can bear the loss and how many will suffer as a result of your actions.

Its been 6 yrs now and I still mourn him. His demise will always serve as a lesson to all that knew him

okpurukata:
Hello Gaby, Tried to make purchase from the portal with my ATM card but it did nor work out. It says the bank was unable to authorise because the transaction failed to meet the risk standards. That means the payment site is not secure.

Please look for another payment method and advise.

Meesquared000:
I've bought the book on okadabooks finally. Reading it tomorrow