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All these while I wasn't going to church, so on December 31 2011 I had this burden to go to church, I attended Dunamis church at Area1, the following day I still went there for service..

But the distance was far, I wasn't working, so I joined christ embassy close to Asokoro hospital... Before I knew it I started praying myself, I could pray for one one, then 2 - 4 hours..

That was when I started getting some revelations about my father's house, and also the marine spirit that my grand mother served...

I later joined another church around Nasarawa, it's a very popular church, I wouldn't want to mention the name here for security reasons, because of my seriousness and dedication, I was ordained as a pastor even though I felt I wasn't ready, but I was told that it would help me to grow spiritually..

So I've been ordained as a pastor now close to 10 years, still the battle is getting tough every day, the church sent me to open a branch in Benue state, which I went, and I was doing very well, only for the church to close the branch, because according to them, I wasn't remitting enough money...

Many people have told me to start a church, but I know it's not yet time.. I've tried doing little business with people, each one will end me in more trouble and debt... Till now my only brother is still in the street, though he works as a Mason in the village, but he drinks, smoke and the rest, I can't blame him, rather I blame myself...

I'm 32, but no relationship, I don't want to suffer anyone's daughter... With the looks of things, I'm removing my mind from getting married... So many times I've asked God to take my life, but he hasn't answered me, I can't take my like myself..... Right now I'm owing debt that if miracle doesn't happen, I won't be able to come out of it...

The last restaurant that I worked was the one inside Asokoro hospital, the woman was nice to me, and I gave in my best... By then I've been able to get in touch with my 2 sisters, they were also going trough thier own challenges, according to them, they didn't stay long with my moms people, they went into early marriages...

While working at the Asokoro hospital canteen, if u have stayed in Abuja for sometimes, there was a bomb blast that happened at Abacha barracks some years ago,. So a young guy came to the restaurant that he's looking for a job, that he was sleeping inside the barrack, but after the blast, the soldiers asked all of them to leave, so our madam employed him to be washing plates.. He gave his name as David, from cross river state...

I was the one in charge of drinks, so the woman gave me money to pay those that'll be supplying drinks the following day (she was also a civil defense officer, so she do go to work before coming to the shop in the evening) I woke up in the morning, my phone was missing, the whole money she gave to me was gone..

All the staffs there phone was gone, this new guy ran away with everything, I quickly went to the woman's house to tell her what happened, she said it was a lie, that I arranged and brought the boy to her her, she took me to A. Y. A police station... After many questions and answers the police said I wasn't to be blamed.. So she suggested that me and her should share the loss.. The police asked me if it was OK by me, I said yes..

So I had to work for some months to cover part of the loss... After then I left... And then I had already made friends with some young guys, some lab scientist, so I begged them to allow me stay with them... So I moved in with them...

I was locked at Garki police station for 3 days, the people inside the cells asked me for money, I wasn't having money to give to them...

I received the worst beating of my life... After 3 days she came to bail me, so they asked me if I would go back and continue my work at her place, I said no..
So they brought a letter of undertaking for me to sign, that my legs should not be seen around that shop again, I had no option, so I had to sign...

So I was asked to leave the station, I had nowhere to go, so I started sleeping on the street with some Hausa guys... Then in the day time I'll go and search for a job... Before u know it, those guys stole all my clothes, I was left with the only one I was putting on.. Feeding became a problem... I'll earnestly pray for Saturday to come, because there's this big catholic church at area3, they must do wedding every weekend, so I'm sure of eating on Saturday...

The only work I could look for was a restaurant job, because I had the experience, another person, I'll see what to eat, and lastly I'll be allowed to sleep there.... So I finally got one around Garki market, the salary was 7k..

Then one day something happened, we went to N. U. C to serve people doing a program... We we got back to the restaurant, we were all tired, not too long a man drove in, that he forgot his Phone and a bag in the shop after eating..

Like play like joke this man called the police, they came with Hilux and carried all of us the boys only.. One by one they beat and interrogated us.. Those that had people, thier people came and bailed them.. I was left alone in the cell, after 2 weeks even the man didn't come again, so the police asked me to go.. Even our Madam didn't visit us even for once...

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So the woman became very upset, that she has helped me, and I feel that I can go like that, that she won't allow it to happen, that she's going to teach me a lesson that I won't forget in a hurry...

I boldly told her that I'm not working again that I want to go back to the village.... So she brought out the record book.. My total money was 98,500..

So she started her plus and minus, that she gave me money for driving school, she did driver's license for me, when I was in charge of beer some money got missing, I left her shop open and people came and fecth water, so the bill water board brought she minus it, after the whole plus and minus, I was left with 1500 (one thousand five hundred naira)

I didn't know if I should reject or accept it (me and this woman came from the same village) I collected the 1500 from her, went inside carried my bad and left... But I had no where to go, so in the night I'll still sneak inside the Plaza to sleep, but not close to her own shops...

So someone told her, she then went to Garki police station to report me, that I was selling Indian hemp, that the police should come and arrest me, so the police started looking for me, some Igbo people around called me, they gave me 2 options, 1, let's give u transportation to go back to ur village. 2 go and report urself to the police...

Going to the village was not an option, how can I go back to the village empty after 3 years, what would I tell my brother... So I took myself to Garki police station... When they saw me they were surprised.. One asked, na the Igbo seller be this, they were all laughing.. So they invited the woman to the station...

When she saw that the Igbo allegation could not stand, she quickly changed it.. That I beat her and tore her clothes.. So the police officer asked her, what do u want us to do.. She took the police to one side... After sometimes they opened cell for me to enter.

I'll answer some of the questions after the post... I attended the jehovah witness when I was little, around 7 years till 10..... I don't know if they have changed now, Jehovah witness doesn't believe in anything calls alter, they don't pray like other churches do..

So I went to the village, saw my youger brother, he had started smoking Indian hemp, I had to beat him... After sometimes I sat him down at talk to him, I didn't blame him much, we all left him, so he had to survive... After few days I left the village, promising him that things would soon be OK..

I came back, this my fomer Madam gave me money to go to driving school close to Navy house at area 10, after 2 weeks I learnt how to drive, she immediately fired her driver, so I was the chef and the driver at the same time, she then added 1k to my salary that's 4k per month... That was how I worked till December again, she did not buy the car again as promised, in fact she didn't even make mention of it.....

So I had to summon courage to ask her, she told me that she would want me to know the road very well, that Abuja is not like Imo state, I told her that it would be easier to understand the road when I'm with the car...

So I felt she was only using me, people hardly stay up to 6 months with her, but I endured all the beating from her and her daughters and stayed for 3 years...

So I told her that she should just forget about the car.. That I don't want the car again, that she should pay me my money that I want to go back to the village...

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So in the year 2006 I met a former church member, Mr Marcel, because after the death of my mom, I stopped going to Jehovah's witness.. I went to the market to get small food for myself and my brother when I met him, so he asked me if I would love to go the Abuja, without thinking twice I said yes...

So he took me to a woman, the woman said she has a very big hotel in Abuja, that she'll be paying me 3,000 every month, I was happy, I told my younger brother about it, he cried that I shouldn't go, but I had to beg him, I promised him that I'll come to pick him once I'm ok.. So he agreed..

After few days I was in Abuja, it wasn't actually a hotel, but a restaurant, located at Area3, close to open University... So I started work immediately, my plan was to work for 2 years, raise some money and then go back to the village, I didn't know anything about opening an account then..

So I asked the woman not to be giving me my salary, so there was a book for recording it, not just for me, but almost everyone.... We were sleeping in the shop and also eat there, so I wasn't touching my 3k salary...

After 2 years I was able to raise around 60k, so I told her that I would want to go back to the village, but she said no, that she hasn't seen anyone that was as hard working as me, that I shouldn't go back to the village.. That I should go and learn how to drive, that she's going to buy a car for me and give to me as a higher purchase... I was happy, but I begged her to allow me go to the village and see my brother, she agreed... All these while I haven't heard from my 2 sisters..

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I'll have to skip some because they are too many... Let me just skip to when and how I came to Abuja

After her burial the following day, some of my extended uncle and some village elders decided to send a message to her people (mother's people) because she was from another town, but the same local government..... It wasn't funny..

Her people came and arrested almost the elders in my place, that they killed my mother and buried her without thier consent... So my mother's people took me and my younger brother along with them.... We thought they were going to take us to Lagos along with them...

But one after the other they started going back to thier base one by one until they all left, so me and my younger brother remained with our maternal grand mother, no school nothing nothing, we'll go to the farm every day, at some point she complained that my younger brother was too stubborn, that she can't allow him to stay with her, so she asked my younger brother to go back to my father's side, he was around 8 years then... I pleaded with her, but she refused, so I had to go back with my younger brother, because I couldn't allow only him to go like that...

I was 11 years then, and my brother was 8, there was nothing like phone then...

So we went back to the my father's village, no body wants to see us, as if we killed somebody, the elders that were arrested because of my mom's death wanted sending us out of the village, but we told them that our father still remains our father, so they allowed me and my younger brother to stay in our father's house... At that early stage, we'll have to go and fecth water for people in order to feed.. Sometimes we'll follow some people to the farm or hunting..

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Good morning everyone, hope we are all doing well?, pls pardon any typographical or grammatical errors u might see..... It's going to be a bit lengthy, try to finish it if u can..

Everything u are going to read here is 100 percent personal experience and true life story.....

I've come to the conclusion that what is happening to me is not ordinary, because what other people does and it goes well, once I go into it, mine would always end in premium tears..

"My name is Nwaukwa Nnaemeka Emmanuel, born on the 25th of December 1990, originally from Mbeke town in Isiala Mbano local Government area of Imo state my parents gave birth to 4 of us, two daughters and 2 sons, I'm the 3rd child but the first son....

My grand parents gave birth to 11 children, 8 songs and 3 daughters.. That's 11 in total, as I type this now before God and man, all 11 of them are dead, and none of them got married before dying, apart from my father... So no aunty or uncle from father's side..

My father died as far back as 1997, I was just 7 years then, the following year 1998, my mom fainted while we were working for someone in her farm, she was rushed to the hospital, after her treatment, she was discharged, but we couldn't pay the hospital bills which was 3100 naira, we were attending Jehova's witness church then.. So they contributed money, but it wasn't enough (410) so the hospital had to keep my mom there for 3 months...

Until an NGO came and paid for the hospital bill, that was how we went home, but she was asked to limit her stress, and aslo eat good food.. But we were living from hand to mouth.. So eating good food was not even our concern, all we wanted was what to just eat... After sometimes she got better, but the stress continued, we must go to the farm almost every day, I was less than 10, my younger brother was less than 7, my 2 older sisters were already staying with my moms people in Lagos, so I grew up not knowing my 2 sisters, because they left the village when I was still a little child..

One fateful night, we did our normal stuffs, went to bed, but we usually wake up around 4:30 am every morning, because wo do go to the house of one of the leader for morning devotion around 5 am.. So we got used to the time, so I woke up, waiting for my mom to touch me as usual, but I didn't hear anything, till 5:30, then till 6 am still no response, I got worried because 6 am had never met her on the bed b4, so I went to check on her, but she was weak, so I had to quickly raise alarm, some people came, my grand father and grandmother were still alive then, so they went to look for a bike to take her to the hospital, before bike would come, she was confirmed dead... And she was buried the following day.. That was in the year 2000

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OZIOGU1:
Hello madam,
there is a part-time cleaning job in Abuja here, You will only be called on request, if you are lucky you could work three times a week average 7k per day, PM your mail address and i will forward it to you,

NB: Its actually my office and not a random place pls, this is the only way i could help, I have a family too.

Good morning sir, pls if she did not accept the offer, and it's still available, I'll be more than willing to do it.... Even if there's another available job at the moment.. Pls help a brother out.. Here is my email address nnaemekaemmanuel233@gmail.com. Thanks and God bless.

This is still open, pls come to my rescue if u can, I don't sleep again because of this.

Groovedaddy:
Serious. I thought only girls do that

hahaha, girls that are looking for for husband..... I think I'm addicted to it already... Even on Sunday after closing late from church....

laivwire:
Even millionaires get flat out broke and file for bankruptcy. You can't turn into money and asking for funds not to get better from an illness or invest but to pay debts in more of a sinkhole expenditure. Nothing comes out of it.

Negotiate a valid repayment plan you can follow and in a worst case scenario, put up your assets as collateral instead of selling them. Also show them seriousness by sticking to your repayment plan even if it is building blocks you're carrying all day.

If they're not ok with that, let them take you to the police, they will still be at a loss anyways.

That's all I can offer for now.

Thanks sir. I appreciate...

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laivwire:
Have you tried negotiating with the parties involved? Interest can't keep rising if you can't even meet the capital requirements.

You have to sit with your lenders and ask for more time. There's only so much you can do and if you sell all your assets, how will you be able to make any more money?

I've tried negotiating with then sir, they told me that the can only do something if I can pay up to 70 percent of the total money... But there's no way I can raise 70 percent of that money at once.

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henro4niger:
Lol, follows the vulture grill guy and poco mad lady, depression is yet to start

sir you can take time and go through my post, I haven't insulted anyone on this forum even for once...

Even the 2 people I do follow, I haven't commented on thier post before.. Thanks anyway.

Picture is refusing to upload.. The total amount with interest is 104,000, I've actually been paying part of it, but the intrest is increasing every day..

Whatsoever anyone can assist me with, it would go a long way.. I'm trying to upload the pictures.. But it's not going.

Good evening everyone, how are we all doing today, I'm posting here because I visit this section every time...

I know things are hard, but I'm dying silently and no one to run to.... It's actually a long story but I'll make is very brief.. But if anyone wishes to know the whole details, I wouldn't mind sharing...

I borrowed money from a friend to do business, the thing didn't go well, I sold virtually almost everything in my room, down to my bed repaying debt, still wasn't enough...

At some point I had to borrow money online to pay part of the debt, now the online people are calling me every day, the guy I'm owing is sending messages every single insulting me.. But my main concern is the loan app, the intrest is increasing everyday...

The money is huge, I'm soliciting for help from every member of this great forum, pls help a brother out, I'll forever be indebted...

My phone number is 08168608601
My account number is 7069950024 Opay..

I can as well post the loan company account number incase if anyone wishes to pay directly. Thanks and God bless.

spencekat:
Prayo.How I wish I would be faithful to pray at night?.I observe it only on Saturday and Sunday.

it's usually very difficult at the early stage, especially if u stay alone..

But if u can overcome sleep and start, from 10 minutes u will be praying for hours.... U won't even know that u have prayed for like 3 to 5 hours...

I had a prayer partner then, once he's up, he usually call me on phone, and if I'm up before him, I'll call him...

But now I don't even sleep before 12, I do stay awake till 12, start and round up around 3, sometimes 4...

Even if I sleep for an hour after the prayers, is as if I slept all night.

Silentgroper:




stop the cap

U may think it's a joke, but if u doubt me, I can prove it to u.

Groovedaddy:
Movie addict spotted

not movie oo, I do midnight prayers, I start around 11 :30 then finish around 3 am, I've been doing so since 2012

Highest is 3 hours at night from 3 to 6 am

Pls help me out, little help will go a long way at this crucial time.. The intrest keeps increasing every day.

Still here pleading for help.

Thanks to the few people that called, I appreciate everyone, I'm still looking forward to get help... This people want to kill me with calls...

Pls don't read and ignore.

Pls everyone should not read and ignore.. Pls I need help...

I can't sleep well because of this, the agent of the loan company calling me every minute.