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Business / Supply Of Sachet Pure Waste For Recycling by RabJ(m): 11:11am On Mar 19, 2021 |
is there any company in need of sachet purewater waste? please drop your info so I contact you for supply |
Car Talk / Connect Me With A Hijet Mini Truck Dealer. Urgent Pls by RabJ(m): 2:54am On Mar 02, 2021 |
I just got a contract to deliver some products. I am in urgent need of a hijet mini truck to buy pls help connect me with seller. a new one pls |
Literature / A Poets Letter To A Kid Sis Turning 18 by RabJ(m): 4:06am On Jun 06, 2020 |
Sorry I couldn't write you a birthday poem, but i wrapped an advice as a present instead. Though you're my kid sis, Today signifies you're no longer a kid. This day beckons you to put off the the gown of childhood and wear the overalls of adulthood. Today is your matriculation to adulthood; so its not a day for fancy words and sugar coated wishes, From now henceforth, let this music keep playing on your minds stereo " i am the captain of my soul" Remind yourself that you sit in the drivers sit of your life; you alone are responsible for directions your life take For sure make reference to the bible as life's manual Pray and listen to God for directions But always remember God cant make decisions for you. That been said, here's my advice: Make your birthday an audit day A day you take stock of how you've spent the past 365 days Make it a day to review all the goals you set for yourself the year before Let it be a day you ask yourself questions like these; How many books did i plan to read and how many did i read? Which new skill did i plan to learn and how well did i learn it? What kind of habit did i develop which habit did i stop? How much did i plan to save and how much did i save? I greatly hope you plan to abide by the aforementioned advice for only then would my next point make any sense Its something i wish i knew earlier; Don't celebrate birthdays after every 12 months or 365 days You need to mark your birthday every three month or 90 days instead. Meaning every three month you do a life review and preview, you set quarterly life goals( yearly goals are usually forgotten in few weeks) With your birthday splitted into four; 6th September, 6th December and 6th March becomes additional birthdays to the already existing 6th June They become days for review and preview of life and time But incase you're unable to remember everything i said please write these words of Viktor Emil Frankl on the tablet of your heart "Live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time." With love from the top and bottom of my heart Happy Birthday to my now big little sis From your Big Bro Israel Rabo 3 Likes
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Business / Re: A Writer Is Needed by RabJ(m): 9:09am On Apr 17, 2020 |
08109369985 am interested in it |
Business / What Kind Of House Numbering System Do Electricity Companies Use In Nigeria by RabJ(m): 6:14am On Apr 17, 2020 |
I am currently staying in Gombe State and there is no lockdown order yet but the firm I work for is closed so I intend to use this time to start a waste collection and recycling company. I want to know the kind of house numbering system electricity companies use in Nigeria to identify houses in areas without street names and street number, so that I can adopt similar system |
Politics / Transcription Of The Live Match Between Pdp And Apc by RabJ(m): 2:46am On Mar 02, 2019 |
TRANSCRIPTION OF THE LIVE MATCH BETWEEN PDP AND APC Today is 23rd February and the postponed, most anticipated and talked about match is finally here. I am Rabo Israel ESQ. your host for the day, I would be navigating with you through the 90 minutes of this thrilling match. The match was earlier scheduled for 16th February 2019 but was postponed by the Nigerian political football league (NPFL). That action of NPFL aka INEC raised lots of concern from international observers as to the credibility of the match and has led to accusations of match fixing by the opposing team PDP against its major rival APC. This much anticipated match has brought home lots of name calling and tagging, accusations and counter accusations: The defending champions have been tagged as Amnesty for Past Criminals (APC) and they’ve countered by echoing the opponents nickname of People Deceiving People and Papa Deceiving Pikin (PDP). The rules of today’s match is as plane as a foolscap sheet: there are 36 goal post in the pitch, and an extra post in the middle making a total of 37 goal post. Whoever has the highest number of goals and 25% of the goals in at least two third of the thirty seven (37) goal post is declared winner by the referee. Today’s match has been described as one of the most historic match of the decade. The man in whose hands the whistle lies is Prof. mahmood Yakubu he succeeded Amina Zakari who served as acting Referee Behold the whistle is blown and the 90 minutes countdown begins. Ten minutes into the game and APC on an early lead already, the captain is intimidatingly dribbling, and what a goal!!!… with a single shot he scored almost all the goal post in Northern side of the pitch but PDP seem to be crying out foul especially about the goal in kano goal post, the referee is currently communicating with AVR as we awaits his verdict. His verdict is out and it’s a massive goal. If this were boxing I would have described it as an uppercut. APC scores with a flying header in Katsina goal post but surprisingly the captain stretches his neck to inspect his wife’s thumb to be sure she is cheering him to victory. A fowl has been blown against APC and a penalty awarded to PDP in front of Adamawa goal post, the chance is well utilized and it’s a goal for PDP The tempo of the game has traveled to the southern side of the pitch and PDP is literarily on top gear. The PDP assistant captain seem to have trained well on this part of the pitch as he moves comfortably on the grasses there, the APC captain has been accused of not training on that path of the pitch and he is slipping and unable to even trap a ball there, but APC is obviously coming out strong in the western goal post. If you would ask me, that’s too much skill for a captain well over 70 yrs. His age has been in contention for many though, some calling it his football age, infact some say this is not the real APC captain that came back after his check up in UK, There is a penalty kick awarded against PDP at the middle post, can you believe this? They just missed it! and here comes the counter attack and PDP scores with an acrobatic, that was an unforeseeable goal. The game is over and APC takes home the trophy. Now that the game is over, the APC captain holds tightly to his phone and stares unblinkingly at the screen in anticipation of a phone call like the one he received in 2015 but he received a message alert instead ‘ SEE YOU IN COURT’ ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………................. The match is over but the exchange of hateful words seem to have just began. The commodity of words we use to trade and barter in the political market just dey make my head scatter. What would we hand down to the future generation when tolerance has been issued notice to quit and prejudice the new tenants in our heats apartment? We’ve divorced love and made sentiment in-law. Why hate when love cost less Irrespective of party irrespective of tribe, Irrespective region irrespective of religion ‘we all bleed the same’ Rabo Israel Esq. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Photo credit@yinka jimoh blog
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Literature / Free Money by RabJ(m): 11:51am On Jan 04, 2018 |
...FREE MONEY... As a child, I had always wondered at the mystery behind the ATM Machine. I had always wondered how a few punches resulted to the machine vomiting money. I couldn't wait to be an adult and do as I saw other grown ups do , just standing in a queue with folded hands or hands in pocket as they wait their turn to collect free money. "Free money" that's what I called it. I was patience zero and one day decided to give it a try, I decided to awaken the sleeping giant in me, "you can do this" I kept telling myself The queue was quite long and the sun scorching that faithful day as I joined the queue and patiently awaited my turn for my "free Money". As my turn got closer I noticed everyone inserting a card and punching some digits before any money dispensed. Behold it was my turn. "INSERT YOUR CARD" was staring at me from the ATM screen and I had almost lost all balance when I decided to just press some digit as I saw others doing but the merciless Screen insisted "INSERT YOU CARD" When I woke from the sleep, I realised the beans I ate last night probably didn't digest well |
Poems For Review / Re: Letter To The Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 3:05pm On Jan 03, 2018 |
Africanbest:wow...bro this is beautiful |
Poems For Review / Re: Letter From An Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 1:29pm On Jan 03, 2018 |
ChiefPiiko:Rabo Israel |
Poems For Review / Re: Letter From An Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 12:56pm On Jan 03, 2018 |
Rajosh:permission granted... just acknowledge source: Rabo Israel |
Poems For Review / Re: Letter From An Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 10:55am On Jan 03, 2018 |
Evaberry:it is her 'body'? it is somebody's else 'body' not hers...and that child should be protected from harm from 'everybody' even the body inside which the baby dwells... |
Poems For Review / Re: Letter From An Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 10:25am On Jan 03, 2018 |
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Poems For Review / Letter From An Aborted Child by RabJ(m): 1:59pm On Dec 29, 2017 |
My mother’s womb is now my grave The Doctors pill was the gun Mama pulled the trigger when she swallowed the pill It pierced through my heart, it made me scream I turned to my maker in pains ‘you tricked me’ I cried out She was no haven you promised You promised peace in her embrace but here I am in pieces How eager I was to meet her To tell her how safe I felt within her But I was named ‘mistake’ without naming ceremony I had slept dreaming of her face Eager to taste her milk and embrace When I kicked I thought it would be our new play, a mother and child game I never meant to cause her pain Never wanted her to take those pills To meet that man, I hear they call him Doctor Together they chased and flushed me Where could I turn to? You were my home Who could I cry to? you were my hope I felt at home in your womb But yesterday you placed a bomb And today your womb becomes my tomb.. 49 Likes 12 Shares |
Crime / open Letter From hawkers by RabJ(m): 12:57pm On Dec 29, 2017 |
HAWKERS They’ve chosen to hustle, they signed a deal not to beg but to eat from their sweat. Since they have the ability they’ve vowed not to be a liability and to steal no one’s property, they thrive amidst harassment. You see them racing after cars, not for medals but to make ends meet. Come rain come shine, they are always on post. When the day is bright and even In the night they roam the road on an empty stomach, putting a mask of smile as they shove their goods at you. They endure your scornful looks, never retaliate your insult, they always comply when they are chased away. They’ve been tagged a nuisance though I call them hustlers, when you drive past them you may only see a bread seller without knowing he is also a breadwinner,. They’ve been labeled and treated like dirt, without hesitation you will choose your pet over them. Even oshomole told them to go and die. They put their lives at risk, they never say never. They have big dreams, instead of sleeping they are awake chasing those dreams, think big start small is their logo. I know you always see them on Highways, I need no soothsayer to know you’ve never said Hi. You wouldn’t do it even if you were high. After reading this I hope you give it a try, try to say hi and make them smile you might be the only one that have greeted them for that day |
Literature / An Open Letter From Hawkers by RabJ(m): 12:47pm On Dec 29, 2017 |
HAWKERS They’ve chosen to hustle, they signed a deal not to beg but to eat from their sweat. Since they have the ability they’ve vowed not to be a liability and to steal no one’s property, they thrive amidst harassment. You see them racing after cars, not for medals but to make ends meet. Come rain come shine, they are always on post. When the day is bright and even In the night they roam the road on an empty stomach, putting a mask of smile as they shove their goods at you. They endure your scornful looks, never retaliate your insult, they always comply when they are chased away. They’ve been tagged a nuisance though I call them hustlers, when you drive past them you may only see a bread seller without knowing he is also a breadwinner,. They’ve been labeled and treated like dirt, without hesitation you will choose your pet over them. Even oshomole told them to go and die. They put their lives at risk, they never say never. They have big dreams, instead of sleeping they are awake chasing those dreams, think big start small is their logo. I know you always see them on Highways, I need no soothsayer to know you’ve never said Hi. You wouldn’t do it even if you were high. After reading this I hope you give it a try, try to say hi and make them smile you might be the only one that have greeted them for that day |
Literature / My Rape Story by RabJ(m): 12:38pm On Dec 29, 2017 |
My Rape story He was my uncle or so I called him He was a friend or so I thought He was lovely and harmless or so he made me think He called me his daughter he said I was his baby I was only seven and his daughter was my friend I was home alone when he came visiting I thought of nothing when he said I should sit on his lap, till his hand began traveling round my body. His hand's fenced my mouth he told me not to scream he said let it be our secret he called it our new game it was a bloody game I was his new toy and play thing his fingers broke the cord streams of blood flowed through my thighs I saw my first flow at seven i dont mean menstrual flow It was a flow that created a mental hole filled with depression sealed with fear, tears my new company, inner joy now enemy What was my offense? That I was a girl? That there is a path between my thighs? What was my offence?that I was a child? That I was naïve ?since when did innocence became a crime? Mama spoke well of him He was papa's kin's man Who could I Tell my story My mouth is zipped with glue This is a narration from a bleeding heart #Signed sealed and delivered to the aching hearts Rabo Israel(RabJ) |
Literature / Re: my Anticipatory Heart Break by RabJ(m): 12:28pm On Dec 29, 2017 |
AryEmber:it is...thanks |
Literature / my Anticipatory Heart Break by RabJ(m): 11:46am On Dec 29, 2017 |
I know you're hoping I find another just as you've done I see you don't wanna hurt you fear your sharp break up words will cut Don't worry my heart is used to been served such delicacies from ladies pot I see it in your eyes when you stare, When you pick calls, when you fake calls, its written all over your face when you fake smiles and are desperate for a fault in me I can read the writing on the wall Am not that dull not to read the signs I've loaded my gun with bullets of hope, trying to shot down everything that says you're no longer mine but my cartridge is exhausted my bullets of hope is finished and can only live with the reality that my baby is gone from me she's gone to the embrace of another my shoe lace is gone, I can no longer walk with balance. I will now let the lying dog lie, I give up trying wake the dead I will no longer attempt to sew an already chopped down tree I wouldn't look for my dead living in another mans world RabJ |
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