Heffalump: Sorry ooh. This is what bad governance back home has caused. Nigeria has everything that should attract foreigners to come settle down and work for us too. But our demonic politicians from hell will rather loot our common treasury. Nature will never be kind to them and their unborn generations they gather for.
Not only politicians. Nigerians are corrupt - police, army, hospitals, you name it
ogaontop: My cousin came back from Germany last December, hasn't gone back and will stay till March; supervising a rental apartment he is building and wires money from his German bank; what do you think will happen if the bank blocks his account around Christmas when he just came back, and ask him to come in person to rectify it? The Op said he had other episodes, let him finish telling the complete story, then I can draw a logical conclusion. For now, everything seems okay.
But OP lives permanently in Naija. What's your take now
getcut: Good qustion.. But anything bank fraud abroad could make one triger from zero to 100 especially when prosecutor gets involved. but this guy story kinda sound somehow but lets enjoy the show.
Sounds somehow because you don't know the backstory. Guy lives permanently in Nigeria. Relocated years ago
ogaontop: Maybe when he now begs for money to eat, you will know how urgent it might be, do you also know how long he plans to stay or other things he has to do in Nigeria. Circumstances can make such happen!!
OP lives permanently in Naija. Relocated years ago
You know most Nigerians think cold is good because of the extreme heat they been subjected to u til they jam cold. By that time, they will know that is different between water and acid even though both have same appearance.
😅😂 "Difference between water and acid even though both have same appearance"
OkanlawonB: Sounds very illogical, why not spend your scheduled Christmas in Nigeria as planned and go resolve the the bank accounts issues when you return to Canada?, why the anxiety?
Return to Canada? Guy lives permanently in Nigeria. Relocated years ago
Saleslourd: Lol I laugh when I get this kind of response but then again I understand.
The story I just shared is my personal experience I've been ashamed to share for years now.
This is not my first front page post 🙂
Yes it tells about my business but then that's what gave this experience a happy after.
BTW whatabouts are the price range of your wnter clothes? Very strange selling winter clothes in HOT Nigeria. People really buy them? Why would anyone buy winter clothes in Nigeria??
Saleslourd: Took them just now at the time of this post.
That's me
My humble self
I'm comparing the two photos. Could be same person. But why have an older guy on your profile? Don't you know this photo will bring you more sympathy and more luck? Do you think the judge would have helped you if you looked like that your profile photo? BTW why are you reluctant to share the judge's name so people can commend him? Unless you sensed ulterior motive from him
brainycaleb: I would like to report an incident that occurred this morning at approximately 9:00 AM at the Ikorodu Police Station.
Earlier, around 08:20 AM, I was robbed by two individuals at the BRT station in Ketu. The robbery was carried out through intimidation and force. Although I am physically capable of defending myself, I chose not to escalate the situation because I suspected they might have been carrying a concealed weapon. I prioritized my safety and allowed them to take what they wanted.
After arriving safely in Ikorodu, I decided to visit the police station — not only to report the robbery but also to inquire whether the Nigerian Police Force offers any form of combat or self-defense training for citizens. My intention was simply to seek information that could help me better protect myself in the future.
At the entrance of the station, I met five men. Two of them were wearing police vests and were eating; the other three were in plain clothes. I greeted them politely, and most responded except one officer who had his back turned to me.
I explained my robbery experience and asked about possible self-defense or training programs. One officer began explaining options such as constable training or the SPF. While I was listening and preparing to ask further questions, another officer who had been backing me suddenly turned around and aggressively shouted, “My friend, go join the Constable or the SPF or get out of here!”
I calmly responded, “But sir, I am asking for information.” Before I could say anything further, he faced me angrily and began physically pushing me out of the station entrance.
I asked whether it was wrong to report being robbed and seek help. Instead of responding professionally, he mocked my appearance, asking if I was a woman to have my hair woven, and went as far as saying that I was responsible for being robbed. I found these comments unnecessary and deeply unprofessional.
As I tried to maintain my balance while being pushed, other men outside the gate joined in pushing me out, asking if I knew who I was talking to. I was treated as though I was a criminal rather than a citizen seeking assistance.
In frustration, I said, “This is why Nigerian youth don’t like the police.” One of the officers replied, “We also don’t like you people.”
While I was standing outside in shock, the officer who had initially spoken to me later advised me to visit the Ikeja Headquarters and ask for the SOT office to continue from there.
The reason I am sharing this is not to attack the entire Nigerian Police Force but to document my experience. I have always tried to be a law-abiding citizen. Unfortunately, I have consistently experienced profiling and hostility, often because of my physique and appearance. Today’s incident reinforced my disappointment.
It is troubling to seek help from your own country’s police after being robbed, only to be treated with aggression and disrespect — especially over something as trivial as having braided hair.
I am sharing this in the hope that accountability and professionalism can improve, because citizens should not be discouraged from seeking help.
But the question remains: Is your hair woven like that of a woman?
gistray: It's as if I came to this world to suffer. I've tried quitting masturbation for 60 days to see if things will change.
Why can't I uplift all my family members from poverty, people I showed the light and now light years ahead of me.... At this rate even 1 billion in my account will still make me feel irrelevant and empty.
I'm alone, 29 and alone... I can only afford basic things. 1 major purchase and I go back to square one.... Life sucks. I feel like resetting everything and going back to the creator
I can't say I blame you. N10m is really not a lot of money. Especially when you see your mates having real money. It can be soul-crushing
Kemetian: Who are you to say what ''people want to listen to''?
Dude, Fela just won the Lifetime Grammy award!!
Who told you everybody wants only your instant talk pangolo music?
There are sophisticated tastes out there.
And NO, FELA'S jazz is UNIQUE, and that's why it's called AFROBEAT.
You can't find it anywhere else. It blends modern jazz with Nigerian rhythm.
Fela's music is not primarily about ''SINGING''.
The 'instrumentals', particularly the sax, MUST be there, for lengthy periods, or it's not Fela.
His style won him global acclaim capped by a Lifetime Grammy award, first ever by an African artiste.
So learn, don't teach.
By "people" I mean the average person NOT crazy specialists who love listening to, say, rythymless, boring classical music! Thank God for edit, I can now listen to Fela songs without first being forced to suffer through 20 minutes of noise!
**Which global acclaim? Can you compare Fela's global reach to Burna Boy or Davido? Not even close
The problem with Fela music is that it takes too long before singing starts. If people want to listen to jazz or instrumentals they know where to find them. They want to listen to A SONG! Here's a better arrangement, see how well-balanced, how instrmentals are seamlessly woven into the singing and they work perfectly together:
Nnamdipapa: So I had the most insane experience last December. Something that still makes my heart race when I remember it. I was in Nigeria, just jejely making transactions from my foreign accounts, when suddenly all my accounts were blocked on suspicion of fraud. Just like that. No warning. I called the fraud department at Scotiabank, fully expecting to clear things up in five minutes. After all, I passed every single authentication question. Everything. Then the agent calmly told me I had to appear physically in Canada to verify my account. I laughed at first. I told him I was in Nigeria. How exactly did he expect me to fly across the Atlantic in the middle of winter just to “verify” myself? Before I could even process what was happening, my online banking access was shut down completely. These people had already concluded that I should be living in Canada. That was how my Christmas plans scattered. I started searching for the cheapest ticket I could find. After hours of looking, I found a United Airlines flight transiting through Dulles Airport in Washington. 11:59pm on Christmas night. About $1,200. I tried booking with my foreign cards. Nothing went through. My location in Nigeria was now suspicious everywhere. I had to call United directly on the 24th to book manually. Return date: December 30th. I was pained. Deeply pained. It would have been my first Christmas in over a decade without snow. No shoveling. No icy wind. Just Lagos vibes. Nigeria sweet, I swear. But instead, by 7pm Christmas night, I was heading to MMA airport. We landed at Dulles on the morning of the 26th. As I stood in line for border control, fear gripped me. I was thinking about all the negative things I’ve said about Trump online. I was convinced they would scan my social media and drag me into one interrogation room. When it got to my turn, the officer asked one simple question and waved me through. Just like that.
Three-hour layover. Then off to Toronto. Because of extreme weather warnings in Calgary, I decided not to continue there. We landed at Pearson International Airport in Toronto around 8pm. I had to wait for missing luggage from the next flight. Retrieved it around 9:30pm.
Then I made the mistake of trying to save money. I searched online and found a room in Etobicoke for $45 per night. In Canada. In December. Red flag, but my mind was on budgeting.
Outside, it was -12°C. Windy. Dark. Brutally cold. I took a cab to the address. The moment we pulled up, my spirit dropped. The house looked abandoned. The street was dead silent. No movement. No life. I knocked. A groundsman opened and led me inside. Then I entered the room.
That was when my night turned into a horror movie. There was another man on the bed beside mine. Unkempt. Dirty. Lying down, staring into his phone and laughing hysterically. Not small laughter. The kind that makes your spine freeze.
Aye mi!
How was I supposed to sleep in the same room with a complete stranger behaving like that? The room was dark. Only light from the TV and his phone screen. He didn’t greet me. Didn’t acknowledge me. Just kept laughing and scratching himself aggressively. Outside, snow was falling heavily. Temperature dropping toward -16°C. And guess what? I didn’t even come with a winter jacket. This trip was never planned. I told myself I would endure till morning and check into a proper hotel. I dropped my briefcases, brought out my laptop to finish some client work. Then I saw something.
The guy started scratching himself violently. Almost desperately. Still laughing. Kilode?!
As I sat there, uneasy, I suddenly felt movement on my sleeve. I looked down. A small brown bug was crawling up my jacket… heading toward my neck. In that split second, my childhood flashed before my eyes. Growing up in face-me-I-face-you, I battled bed bugs. I know them too well. I slapped it instantly. Crushed it. Rubbed it between my fingers. Then I lifted my hand to my nose. ALAS MY PEOPLE… IT WAS THE UNMISTAKABLE SMELL OF A BED BUG.
I didn’t think twice.
I grabbed my bags and ran out of that house into -16°C snow without a winter jacket. Yes. I chose freezing over infestation. Outside, it was 10:40pm. Snowstorm. Wind slapping my face. No idea where I was going. I ran across the street and entered a shawarma store just to escape the cold. From there, I called an Uber to the nearest Walmart. It was closing at 11pm. I had less than 20 minutes. I was already paranoid. I felt like bugs were crawling all over me. I needed new clothes immediately. By pure luck, they let me in at 10:50pm. I ran to the winter jacket aisle. Grabbed a heavy coat, toque, gloves, winter socks. I didn’t even check prices. After paying, I took another cab back to Pearson Airport.
That night, I slept on a bench. Actually, I didn’t sleep.
I emptied my entire bag on the airport floor. I was shaking. I was inspecting every single item. I even considered dumping all my clothes in the trash. I called the woman who rented the room to me and threatened to report her to Health Canada. The audacity of this woman… She said maybe I was the one who brought the bugs. Imagine that.
Anyway, that was just Day 1. Four days of hell followed before I finally escaped back to Lagos. I couldn’t wait to smell Nigerian air again.
(To be continued.)
Very entertaining read indeed! Quite funny too😅 RoyalRoy, Nlfpmod
Every invention is based on inventions before it. Nothing came out of thin air. But we all know what we mean when we say someone is the inventor of something. As it relates to AI, see below
seborrhic: The tracking rubbish is another way they defraud people.They don't track anything,but end up enriching their pockets with the first deposit you make and the mobilization. Imagine spending 50k to recover a 200k scam. This is asides the transport cost you incurred and the fact that even if it succeeds,it will take a lot of time during which that same officer would tell you that to help in fast tracking the reversal by the bank,you need to mobilize him again to meet certain people. If you spend anything less than 100k to recover that 200k,if at all it eventually succeeds,then count yourself extremely lucky.
InvestSmart: Wow! What a story? Sorry about all you went through. I have some questions and advice for you.
1. After you were released from the prison, did you eventually find out about the man that gave you the work to carry the gate for him. Did he do it deliberately to implicate you (I doubt though, because you mentioned that he's your customer? How did he disappear? Did you try to go get it all settled with the market authority naming the man?
2. That man, the Judge is a very good person (an Angel) that took special interest in your case... Based on experience, he could sense your innocence from your narration of the entire events in the court room. NEVER EVER FORGET HIM AND HIS FAMILY IN YOUR LIFE. (a)He took his time out of his very busy schedule as a judge to visit you in prison (b) He advised you on what you can do to be free on time despite not having a lawyer, else you could have wasted in jail for10, 15, 30, or 40 years without concluding your case just as many innocent people have experienced in Nigerian prisons (c) He gave you the first opportunity to discover a hidden talent in you... He encouraged you to try it even when you never ever thought it was possible for you, because you had hitherto never touched a PC (d) He still gave you stipends daily for doing the tasks, no matter how small (e) And at the end of the 30 days community service you did, he packaged a special gift (₦30,000 for you in an envelope (f) He didn't stop at the bulk money he gave you, he gave you direction like a mentor will do guiding you on how to run the adverts for the Winter jackets using the writing skills you've just learnt within those 30 days that has made you the SalesLourd brand that you are today (g) Lastly, I want to believe that he must have also prayed for you (though you didn't mention that part) for you to have been recording mega sales and revenue/profit since the very next day and consistently up till date
3. Don't forget your other cell mates that you met in the prison (especially those that you are convinced are innocent of their accusations, and those who are now truly repentant). Find a way to reach out to them and if it's possible to set up a foundation or NGO getting supports of legal advisers and influential people to push for their legal/proper release or work out technicalities to free them on time (just as the judge advised in your case) instead of them continuing to rot in jail, to save their talent from waste so they can use those talents (as you've attested to after seeing for yourself in the prison) for the betterment of the society and for their own personal gains too,
4. This may not be compulsory, but if you feel it's a calling from God to start a ministry to liberate more people from both physical prison and spiritual prison, you can use that to serve your God Almighty that brought you out of this difficult situation.
Very thoughtful and erudite. Kudos. OP could have made up the story though. He said he's 22, see his profile picture below. Even football age no fit cover this one!😅
iLoveYouToo: She’s probably rich, see her car too. Give accolades when it’s due.
She’s from New York also means she could be on vacation 🙄
Many, many, African Americans have moved to Ghana precisely to avoid white people. See below
The lady must be like, "even here in my black Africa I can't escape white people!"
RaptorX: She said no because the guy was too cocky in his approach because of how successful he had been in luring other African women due to his skin color. Look at his approach, I will like to see you this evening like really that sounds like a command not a man wooing a woman, it should have been hello I will like to get to know you, maybe we can later sometimes go grab a drink or something to eat, can I have your number. That is how he would have wooed a Russian girl, not can I see you tonight, that is why the girl looked stunned and turn him down when she is not a prostitute.
Nonsense. That's exactly how he wooed the others. The guy has no finesse whatsoever. I don't know how he is a pick-up artist
Travel › Re: From Lagos to -16°C: My Horror Experience by QuinQ(f): 2:51pm On Feb 18
