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GOD BLESS YOU OP..NOT EASY THOUGH..NOTHING GOOD COMES EASY..

Why do most folks think every user has 2 id's on Nairaland..i've got one and am cool with it..i've got no time to be registering multiple id's..i see it as a waste of time IMHO though..

@OP...this can be done even overnight..the forum just need to do a thing..a unique and spectacular thing..

And sony Africa just signed him..i guess those ones doesn't see his released songs as wack..abi dem no get ear ni?..you guy should stop stalking this guy career and focus on how you are going to make your family proud as well..enough of Don j..and D banj ish..it's 2013 dude,make it count.

SO WHAT TYPE ARE YOU TOO?..

Would have A-OK you if you had mentioned "in Nigeria universities".. who told you and what research have you carried out to make arrived at the conclusion that those courses are useless and waste of time?..you are thinking from a Nigerian perspective though..and i think this topic has been treated before..but always remember this.."No knowledge is waste"..

SOMEONE NEEDS TO SHUT THIS HELLRUFFIAN UP..HIS TL ON TWITTER IS FILLED WITH BS AND CLAPTRAP..WHY IS HE OBVIOUSLY AGAINST GEJ?..I DON'T BUY ALL THE DRIVELS HE'S TRYING TO SELL..EVEN IF GOODLUCK AIN'T DOING FAIR,I DON'T THINK HE'S WORTHY A MAN TO CRITICIZE HIM..

ALL THIS GET RICH OR DIE TRYING ATTITUDE..I KNOW SOME PEEPS WOULD HAVE ALREADY FALL VICTIM OF THIS SCAM..THANKS FOR SHARING THOUGH..

SMFH!!!...

Maybe misquoted..because those press can be so funny sometimes..but IMHO there's more to this news than he coming out to recant it..i won't be amazed if the whole nation never heard of this prof anymore..YOU KNOW WHAT AM TALKING ABOUT.

ELEDA REMI MA GO RA E O..ELEDA MI MASUN O..

nice one wizardkid..

Hoping for that day Nigeria movie will be nominated in that "foreign language film" category..

Please Muyi authentic..I don't want to lose you again to death..I pray you recover quicker than expected..

FSU: But she lives in and pays taxes in Lagos,yes? No?
People should reap where they sow and sow where they expect to reap.

And some dimwitted mofos are liking this Nigeria is doomed!

God will lift you up beyond your expectations..and will change you from omo Alata to omo atata..

You will never have a better yesterday..
That bit of luck you always need will locate you no matter what you do..
All those longtime promises shall come to pass this year in your life in Jesus name.

k2039: You don't have to wait till the end of the year to make a stern decision.
All I see from your post is that the new year calls for a reflection and soberness over the last year, not a celebration, so it's over rated.

By the way life is meaningless, you can ask Solomon. What's the point of living if you are going to die.

Smh!...I agreed life is so meaningless..and am even glad you know much..hope you realize how baseless this tread you opened is..and no one will stop you if you dare contemplate suicide now to proof to the world how unimportant the life you are living is..instead of coming on Nairaworld..


YOU GO REALIZE SAY EBA SWEET PASS DEATH.

k2039: I celebrated my birthday yesterday and it was just a normal day for me, no cake or party because it's just a waste of resources.

If at all there is a day that matters in the calendar it's my birthday. The only reason it's special is because when I die it will be said about 'K2039 Dec 30, 1990-.........' did so and so in his X years on earth.

So birthday actually calls for a sober reflection not celebration.




If I were to go by your post each day and month aren't different from each other, so why is new year over rated than other days.
If it's not over rated then every day should be celebrated like the new year.

And who told you new year also is not for sober reflections?..and who said some people don't rejoice for each new day?..
What am even saying here is that,you don't need to reflect or contemplate on that very day cos its like every other day..you need not consider it[your birthday] because its easy for to choose any date you wish,month and year for yourself..

..not everyone believe that the first of january is their new year..I hope you know that..I hope you will soon realize that we are living in a numerical world..and each numerals..arabic or roman numerals are playing a significant role in your daily life..concur or not,someday you will have to explain that to yourself..so bawz..every days are signicant and cogent..that's why they are all followed with algorithm..


HAPPY NEW MONTH SIRE.

@OP. . . Your question is, "Why do we wear new clothes on new year's day". . .

I wonder how you expect us to know why you do wear new clothes on new year's day..maybe you should ask who bought you the clothes or better still reject the new clothes and put on your old ones...#kapish.

@OP. . Maybe you should ask yourself this...what's so special about your birthday which i know deep inside of you,you do rejoice when the day comes..what's so special about each month and the days in it?..maybe you will ask again,what's so special about living life?.. In my humble opinion,there's something special about everything,you just have to figure it out yourself..

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE..

1stToComment: I was 7 years old. I still think I was a happy child then, even with the fact I was not my dad's favourite child and he did everything possible to show it, I was still happy. I remember clearly then when myself and my siblings all fell ill during my mum's absence. I developed symptoms before the others and was ignored until the others took ill too. They were taken to the hospital immediately and I was left at home. My little kid brother had to share his medication with me secretly to make me feel better.

The others had lovely pet names but I was named given horrible nick-names by my dad. As a little child I could not understand why I was hated so much. I remember my mum challenging my dad about it after it became unbearable for her, but there was little she could do and I was left to my fate. I did not get presents or toys from him like the others did and I guess I spent more time studying as an escape. I did brilliantly in my academics and was tops in my class. I remember once at the end of the term, how I wailed on my way home after I got my report card. I thought I was 18th best in class not knowing it was 1st as the teachers 's' seemed like an '8'. I thought my dad would kill me. I dared not give him my report card and rather gave my little brother to pass it on when he started shouting for it. I got the shock of my life! He shook my hand and that was the closest display of "affection" I ever got from him.

I got blamed by my dad for anything that went wrong so long as I was present when it happened and after a while my siblings began to have the same belief and scream my name when they hurt themselves.

The worst that ever happened to me was while I was playing close to my sister and she tripped, fell and lost four teeth. She screamed my name, just because I was present and I before I could say Robinson, my father was upon me.

It started with Punches and kicks.His only words were " I will kill you today" My poor helpless mother quickly asked what was wrong and he told her I beat my sister and broke 4 permanent teeth. I could see her turn white. I must have lost and regained conciousness about 2 times and wet myself. My poor mother quickly ran to get a cane to stop the blows, but she could not find any. Unfortunately in her hurry, she came back with a stick that was laden with thorns.

He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying.I could not move afterwards and my mum had to get me treated for multiple injuries.

A week later I was able to go to school but the wounds still looked fresh. My teacher noticed and I was taken to the headmaster's office to explain how I came about the wounds. I told them it was my dad and they stared in disbelief. A teacher volunteered to call the police but another teacher told them I must have done something horrible to get that kind of beating and that they should let the matter go away. They kept asking if I was sure it was my dad who gave me those injuries. They promised to send someone to my home to get the other side of the story but never did.

I still carry some of those scars on my body after 35 years as well as the psychological scars, I grew up to hate my family so much. I remember weeping profusely when I watched the first part of the "Aluu4" murder video before they were finally killed. I was crying because I could imagine what those boys were going through. I was crying for a little boy. I was crying for me.

Pardon me for quoting you all over again,your story is so touching that I felt tears dripping from my inside

"He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying."

Your experience looks like mine, it was not my father,but my guardian..thought they are to protect,defend and keep me..but the reverse is the case.

1stToComment: I was 7 years old. I still think I was a happy child then, even with the fact I was not my dad's favourite child and he did everything possible to show it, I was still happy. I remember clearly then when myself and my siblings all fell ill during my mum's absence. I developed symptoms before the others and was ignored until the others took ill too. They were taken to the hospital immediately and I was left at home. My little kid brother had to share his medication with me secretly to make me feel better.

The others had lovely pet names but I was named given horrible nick-names by my dad. As a little child I could not understand why I was hated so much. I remember my mum challenging my dad about it after it became unbearable for her, but there was little she could do and I was left to my fate. I did not get presents or toys from him like the others did and I guess I spent more time studying as an escape. I did brilliantly in my academics and was tops in my class. I remember once at the end of the term, how I wailed on my way home after I got my report card. I thought I was 18th best in class not knowing it was 1st as the teachers 's' seemed like an '8'. I thought my dad would kill me. I dared not give him my report card and rather gave my little brother to pass it on when he started shouting for it. I got the shock of my life! He shook my hand and that was the closest display of "affection" I ever got from him.

I got blamed by my dad for anything that went wrong so long as I was present when it happened and after a while my siblings began to have the same belief and scream my name when they hurt themselves.

The worst that ever happened to me was while I was playing close to my sister and she tripped, fell and lost four teeth. She screamed my name, just because I was present and I before I could say Robinson, my father was upon me.

It started with Punches and kicks.His only words were " I will kill you today" My poor helpless mother quickly asked what was wrong and he told her I beat my sister and broke 4 permanent teeth. I could see her turn white. I must have lost and regained conciousness about 2 times and wet myself. My poor mother quickly ran to get a cane to stop the blows, but she could not find any. Unfortunately in her hurry, she came back with a stick that was laden with thorns.

He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying.I could not move afterwards and my mum had to get me treated for multiple injuries.

A week later I was able to go to school but the wounds still looked fresh. My teacher noticed and I was taken to the headmaster's office to explain how I came about the wounds. I told them it was my dad and they stared in disbelief. A teacher volunteered to call the police but another teacher told them I must have done something horrible to get that kind of beating and that they should let the matter go away. They kept asking if I was sure it was my dad who gave me those injuries. They promised to send someone to my home to get the other side of the story but never did.

I still carry some of those scars on my body after 35 years as well as the psychological scars, I grew up to hate my family so much. I remember weeping profusely when I watched the first part of the "Aluu4" murder video before they were finally killed. I was crying because I could imagine what those boys were going through. I was crying for a little boy. I was crying for me.

Pardon me for quoting you all over again,your story is so touching that I felt tears dripping from my inside

"He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying."

Your experience looks like mine, it was not my father,but my guardian..thought they are to protect,defend and keep me..but the reverse is the case.

outrage: Good luck to him. Pray God gives him the strenght to lead us well.

LEAD WHO WELL

REALLY CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN LAST I WATCH TELEVISION..NOT TO TALK OF WATCHING MOVIES..THOUGH I LOVE MOVIES,SPENT MOST OF MA TIME ON PC THAN TV FRONT NOW..

BUT THAT 300 WOULD BE A MUST WATCH FA ME..

STUPIDITY is when you don’t have a bicycle and you give your last penny to your pastor to buy a jet.......
MUMU is when you can’t pay your children’s school fees and yet have money to contribute to your church to build expensive schools which your children will never attend..
IGNORANCE is when you believe it when your pastor tells you not to live a worldly life, yet he enjoys all the best things in the world;the fine houses, cars, jets, babes etc, while you
are waiting till you get to heaven to enjoy your own....
IDIOCY is when you refuse to take your very sick child to the hospital because your pastor said you should not do so, yet that same pastor secretly runs to USA for medical attention any time he has a headache...
KOLO is when you see a poor beggar on the road and you refuse to give
him 50 naira out of the 5000 naira in your pocket because it is your tithe money....
YOU are a zombie when you trek,dance and gallivant for 30 kilometers under the hot sun sweating and smelling like shit during your revival program, while your pastor is inside a full option, factory fitted air-conditioned ­ state of the art SUV with
his delectable wife slow driving along the road.


Add yours if you feel like..

I WON'T STOP READING AND LEARNING..

Oahray: *waiting for a good samaritan to mention me...*

i mentioned you,wetin be that ur name self?

. . E STILL PLENTY WEY YU NEVER SOLVE O..NICE ONE THOUGH..

If this news is authentic. . . RIP BABA LAM. . . But if it's not PIR to the mongers..

Ezeufi: Your choice of words like PUNK, NIGGA etc shows that you are an uneducated fatherless wannabe. Im suprised that you managed to get yourself on a computer. Welldone you...

I no pit laff. . .

Ezeufi: Your choice of words like PUNK, NIGGA etc shows that you are an uneducated fatherless wannabe. Im suprised that you managed to get yourself on a computer. Welldone you...

I no pit laff. . .

REALITY101: English please

DRY AND CLUELESS.

REALITY101: That's Obama nigga ain't even black

SO HE SHOULDN'T BE VOTED FOR COS OF THAT?

shymexx: Eat a dyck!

SMH!. . .SO STALE!

shymexx: I heard Albino can't see properly during daytime, I guess that's why Obama don't leave the white house in the afternoon..

Mau Mau for pres-select...

STALE!. . YU AIN'T FUNNY NO MORE SIR.