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The same way a pastor one time in a church said he saw ten people buying cars, that the first ten people to bring ten thousand naira each will be the once to get the car and about twenty people went out.. And now my question here is, what about the remaining people ? Will they not buy the car? Or will God change HIS mind to twenty people? Or will HE just give them bike ? Or will HE give ten car and forget the remaining ten?..is either the pastor did not see anything or God lied .. But I know my God, he can't lie, HE is too BIG to lie, HE is the ALPHA AND OMEGA THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE. So it's either the pastor lied at the alter or he is talking about a different god.

I don't usually talk about people that call them selfs men of God or people we see as men of God neither do I talk about any Islamic cleric.. I know that God is almighty and he knows who is serving him and who is fake.. But with the little I know, I can always sense when something isn't going right .. But it hurts me to see people in ignorance and think that a pastor is almighty and highly above anyone. We are all humans and have bloods flowing in our veins, we might have different grace but we serve one God and we have same access to that God . If we don't have that same access that means the bible lied about Jesus dying cos I was told by the bible and not my pastor or any pastor that the death of Jesus brought about direct access to God our father .. My God is my God and not the God of my pastor and I address him as God .. I'm not saying you should not respect your pastor or any man of God but know when they are not telling you what the bible says .. We all have right to be men of God, Infact we are all men of God since we believe in our God and in that same bible HE says don't you know that yeeh are gods referring to us .. Don't predict an election like that of the US and say that God told you .. That's was how God told many of them in Nigeria 2015 election and we all know how it ended.. It's a pity that in church this days we worship our so called pastors instead of God .. I only owe a pastor my respect and that's all.. I'm not sorry if this hurts anybody and I'm not trying to hurt anybody the same pastors we worship are doing higher and better than us and yet we still worship them .. This same pastor have the money to open company's and factories where there church members without work can work and earn a living, the same church members can pay tithe from that same money and the church can also sell what the company produces, instead they chose to open schools with outrageous amount as school fees, a school where an average member of there church can't send there wards to and yet this same member pays tithe and offerings to the same pastors and make them more richer.. I ask, are we this gullible? When God said give HE did not say money neither did he say money when he say pay your tithe when you look a brother in the church that don't have food or cloths and you give to that brother, you have brought meat in Gods house it's not only when you give a pastor your money that's when you have given.. Again, I'm not against giving a pastor or paying your tithe but there are people who need your money more in and out the church .. I'm not condemning anybody oo or judging I'm not God like I said earlier.. God knows his sheep and his sheep knows him.. And some people will be like don't allow my father to open your case file .. Wow are you kidding me .. What case file who gave him the case file? Christianity should be liberation and not slavery..

lastmessenger:
Kudos op .God bless your hustle.

Thansks bro .. You too

SUPERPACK:
Pls hope u did enough research concerning the current cost of feeding the birds, because many farmers around here have closed shop or reduce their stock so that they can cope with high cost of feed.

yeah I did my findings...thanks

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RichieF27:
The pic below is My newly constructed poultry farm.. The coop is for layers and I'm planning on starting with point of lay and tgey ar to 1000 birds everything is in place what is left is just the arrival of the birds.. Would love more advice and criticism is also allowed.. More pics to come later
Thanks

more pics from my project

Davash222:
Nice but I think 1000 birds is way too small or is it just for a start.

The farm is too big for a thousand bird.

God bless your hustle.

just for a start

jmichlins:
I don't know if you are scared of the farm that made you take those photos from such a distance. Congratulations anyway it's not easy investing in this economy

lol not scared was just at the farm briefly today so I took some quick photos but will get some more tomorrow

The pic below is My newly constructed poultry farm.. The coop is for layers and I'm planning on starting with point of lay and tgey ar to 1000 birds everything is in place what is left is just the arrival of the birds.. Would love more advice and criticism is also allowed.. More pics to come later
Thanks

New free egg and chicken poultry farm on Nigeria about to be unveiled


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkKW1_LptW4

In this opinion by Femi Fani-Kayode, he quotes Pastor Bright Bayo Oladeji, who asks Christians why they are sideline in Buhari’s appointments and responds that true change will not come until Christians and southerners are treated as equals.
The letter
I am glad that Father Mbaka of the Catholic Church has finally seen the light and that he has denounced the Buhari regime.
This coming from a man that once supported the President vigorously, even when members of his own flock and faith were being slaughtered, marginalised and humiliated, is cheery news.
Yet there are still many more Church leaders that supported the Buhari government, that sold their souls to the devil and that need to follow Mbaka’s example and recant.
The great philosopher, writer and intellectual Mr. Dante Alighieri once said that “the hottest place in hell is reserved for those who maintain their neutrality at a time of moral crisis”.
To add to this it was our very own Professor Wole Soyinka, the distinguished Nobel Laureate, that said “the man died in him who remained silent in the face of tyrrany”.
I have no doubt in my mind that this is the time to speak out because we are not only in a time of great moral crisis in our country but we are also facing persecution and wholesale tyrrany.
I am making this contribution not out of fear for the plight of the Christendom in Nigeria because I know that, as the Holy Bible says, “the gates of hell cannot prevail against the Church”. It also says “He who watches over Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps”.
It follows that no matter what the enemies of the gospel throw our way, including one million President Buhari’s, at the end of the day we shall prevail.
I am making this contribution not out of fear or to divide our nation but rather in an attempt to inform the Nigerian people and the world about what is really going on in President Buhari’s Nigeria.
What many fail to appreciate is that the Church and the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ was built and spread by the blood and the bones of the Christian martyrs.
It follows that the more you persecute, jail and kill Christians and the more you subject them to terror, shame, insensitivity and humiliation the more the Church grows.
Where the so-called “great” Christian leaders of Christendom with the mega-Churches and the better known Pastors and Bishops in the land have compromised with evil and have chosen to either side with the enemy or remain silent when confronted with the tyrrany of the state, the Lord will raise other voices to stand up for and speak for His people.
Nobody is indispensible to the Living God, no matter how large, rich and powerful your Church is and no matter how many people you have in your congregation.
Once you have betrayed the faith and joined hands with those that seek to destroy the gospel and persecute Christians in our country you are finished and your end has already been determined by God. It is just a matter of time.
Yet thankfully there are some men and women of God that have refused to be silenced, that have proved to the world that they are not cowards and that have chosen to remain true to the faith.
These are the true believers who have not sold their heritage, faith and future for a mess of pottage. These are the faithful remnant who have refused to sit back silently and watch our Lord and His message being crucified all over again. These are the true saints whose reward is the Kingdom of God.
An example is Pastor Bright Bayo Oladeji, who is a journalist by profession and a Baptist preacher by calling. On the 2nd August 2016 he wrote the following on his Facebook page.
“Where are the Christians who sold the Church? The Islamic agenda is being perfected. Professor Ishaq Oloyede, a prominent Islamic fanatic who said he was not aware Christians are being attacked and killed is now to head JAMB replacing Prof Ojerinde, a Baptist.
Four Muslims were not replaced but left to continue. Out of the 17 offices, 9 new replacement are Muslims and 4 retained are Muslims. 13 out of 17 are now Muslims. NUC, Muslim. JAMB, Muslim. TETCOM, Muslim.
Where are those Christian leaders who sold the Church for a plate of porridge? Where are those telling us Professor Yemi Osinbajo would stand for the Church being a Pastor?
Do they involve him in all these lopsided appointments in favour of the North and Muslims or not? Do we have Christians among the APC leaders? Does Odigie-Oyegun, the National Chairman of the ruling party really belong to the Catholic church?
The fact that Buhari released these appointments the same day that the PUNCH Newspaper published an editorial titled”Buhari’s parochial appointments” (this is a paper that endorsed his candidacy) is a dirty slap on the nation.
Buhari muslim
To say the least, it is a corruption with impunity. Many are afraid to speak out and are being intimidated by the security operatives. Have we become second class citizens in our own country?”
Pastor Bayo, as insightful and courageous as ever, has asked a pertinent question.
Sadly the answer to that question is “YES”: since Buhari came to power Christians have become second class citizens in Nigeria. We warned our people but they wouldn’t listen.
Nigerians said they wanted “change” and now they must live with it. Every Christian that supported President Buhari and the APC, including some of the most prominent Church leaders, should bow their heads in shame.
As long as this evil continues we will not remain silent and neither shall we be intimidated. No matter how hard they try Nigeria will NEVER be Islamised and neither will our Christian faith be rubbished.
When Christians are treated with respect and dignity and when they are honored in the land that is when we will know that true change has come.
When Yoruba Muslims are allowed to lead their northern counter-parts in prayer in the mosque that is when we will know that true change has come.
When the secularity of the Nigerian state is reiterated and confirmed that is when we will know that true change has come.
When southerners are regarded as being on the same levell as northerners in the affairs of our nation that is when we will know that true change has come.
When the murderous Fulani herdsmen and militias are finally diasarmed and when they stop slaughtering our people with impunity and without any fear of retribution from the state that is when we will know that true change has come.
When Christians are no longer murdered in cold blood in some parts of the north simply for exercising their faith whilst the govetnment turns a blind eye that is when we will know that true change has come.
When Christians leaders are no longer subjected to insults and brutal assault by over- zealous security agents simply for praying and reading the Holy Bible that is when we will know that true change has come.
When the Igbo people are not treated as pariah citizens and when their children are no longer shot in the streets like stray dogs simply because, as a people, they have their own dreams and aspirations and simply because they are protesting against the manifest injustice that they have been subjected to in the land, that is when we will know that true change has come
When Middle Belters and the northern minorities are allowed to carve out their own identity and when they are freed from the intimidation, harassment, hegemony, genocide, cultural imperialism and slavery of the core Muslim north then we will know that true change has come.
Until then the change that the Buhari administration has offered and served to the Nigerian people is nothing but fake. It is a classic case of 419. It is evil. It is wicked. It is nothing but a monuemental fraud.

Nice one on every aspect in the interview

[quote author=HungerBAD post=46976598]No it is wrong.

Is she from Imo State?

The wise ones drive through Imo State, to other States to get married. If you dare stop your car in Imo State for marriage, you are on your own.[/quote
Funny you guy.. You are bahd

Just saw this on a friends dp..

writen by EMA

It was Valentine’s Day. And she had a blinding
headache and a report to finish and submit.
Valerie Chibuike sat behind her office desk,
wishing she had a magic wand; then she would
magically cure this throbbing pain on her temple
threatening to split her head in two. And just
maybe as a side bonus, drown the excited voices
coming through the door.
“Hey you, happy Valentine’s Day.” Kelechi’s
laughing voice rang out at the hallway.
Valerie groaned, God, what was it about
Valentine’s Day that had people going all bubbly
and excited?
She sighed and shook her head. Giving the typed
report one last frowning assessment, she clicked
the Print icon on the laptop. Print, read again and
submit, she ordered herself as she walked over to
the Printer to pick the document as it slide out.
She knocked down the dustbin as hurried back to
her desk.
“Damn it!” She swore tossing the document on the
desk. This is bound to happen when you have a
clustered tiny room for an office, she thought
crossly as she picked up the scattered trash.
Throwing the last rumpled paper in the dustbin,
she huffed back to her desk. She swore again,
more explicitly this time, today was turning out to
be a nightmare. The report she’d tossed on the
table was now going wet at the edges from water
out of the plastic cup she’d dropped earlier, with
the plastic cup now doing a great imitation of
swing low swing chariot.
“Great.” She sighed picking a serviette from the
pack on her desk, she tried to wipe away the
wetness. The top paper scratched at the edge.
“Now why the hell did I ever think that wiping was
what I needed to do?” She muttered. Swearing and
cursing bad luck she dashed across the room.
Squeezing herself between the water dispenser
and the double-seater sofa, she raised the three
page report towards the air conditioner.
A minute later, she brought down her hand and
was just about to heave a sigh of relief when the
thump sound stopped her, she looked at the paper
just beneath the air conditioner, a massive
wetness covered the centre of the report.
Valerie stared at the report, opened her mouth to
curse, no sound came, instead she did something
she hadn’t done all day…she laughed. Just threw
back her head and laughed.
It was Valentine’s Day and amazingly enough her
birthday. With a now wet-in-the-centre report
added to a still scratched edge front page in her
hand, Valerie laughed at her stupidity, walking
back slowly to her desk. What had she been
thinking of, trying to dry an already scratched
document under an air conditioner?
She sighed deeply as she sat down, clicked on the
Chop N’ Munch Folder on her desktop, selected
the particular report. “Just reprint the damn
document and go submit it.” She mumbled to
herself.
She turned as she heard the door click open. It
was Mama Bee. She almost groaned aloud, she’d
come for the report.
Beelolari Olaitan entered the small office. She was
a petite voluptuous woman, just about five foot,
fair in complexion and quite pretty. And also a no-
nonsense woman who had no patience for
sluggishness and tardiness. And since she was her
boss, Valerie sprang to her feet guiltily.
“Valerie, I’ve been waiting for the last thirty
minutes for a simple report.” Her bright red
painted lips were pursed. “Mind telling me what’s
taking so long?”
“Ah … I’m sorry.” Valerie apologized rubbing her
throbbing temple. “I just got delayed.” She
grabbed the report from the printer, stapled the
papers together and walked over to Mama Bee.
“Here it is.” Trying hard to block out the throbbing
pain in her temple.
Mama Bee took the report, her dark brown eyes
narrowed as they scrutinized Valerie’s face.
Instead of turning and leaving, as Valerie had
hoped, she walked into the office, straight to the
sofa, sat down and patted the seat on her right.
Valerie looked at her for a moment with sheer
admiration in spite of herself. Mama Bee was a
woman who knew what fitted her small full-figured
frame, she was looking amazing as usual in her
knee length black coloured chiffon skirt and shawl
collared turquoise blue three button jacket top.
Valerie saw the speculative look in her eyes, the
love and concern. Sighing, she walked over and sat
down beside her. Though she wasn’t really in the
mood for a stop-allowing-this-get-you-down
lecture, Valerie sat in the vacant space on the sofa
and proceeded to listen, because
Mama Bee was not only her boss but also her
best-friend’s mother and above all an important
part of the two people that made up her family.
“Bad night?” Mama Bee asked looking Valerie in
the eye. She noticed the flash of pain as she tried
to raise her head. “Did you sleep at all last night?”
Valerie looked down at her hands, squeezing them
together. She wanted to rub her throbbing temple
but didn’t want to draw attention to it. That would
only mean more questions, more reproofs, more
worries.
“Yes, I did.” Her voice sounded croaky even in her
own ears. She coughed a little to clear it. “I am just
tired, that’s all.”
Mama Bee had no patience for sluggishness or
tardiness but she had a whole lot of it for a
grieving broken heart. And this heart she knew had
been grieving a long time, for a really long time.
She looked at the beautiful young woman sitting
beside her, fighting hard to hide the pain she was
feeling, in her head, in her heart.
She sighed and took Valerie’s clenched hands in
her own, unclenching them by her gentle touch.
“So, it is Valentine’s Day and also your birthday
and once again your heart break into tiny little
pieces.”
Valerie bit her lips, hard. She wanted to shake her
head, deny the pain in her heart. But this was
Mama Bee, there was no deceiving her.
So eyes dark with pain and shimmering with tears,
she looked up at the woman who was both a boss
and a surrogate mother. “It’s so hard, Mama Bee,
it’s so hard. And it doesn’t get any easier.”
Mama Bee nodded. “It is hard, very hard I’m sure,
and yes it doesn’t get any easier.” Her eyes were
firm and resolute. “But it won’t get any easier until
you decide to let it get easier.”
Valerie withdrew her left hand, wiped her tears.
“Mama Bee, do you think I don’t want this to get
easier? You think I don’t want this to end? You
think I don’t want this … this anguish, this pain,
choking me … right here.” She touched herself just
beneath her left breast. “You think I don’t want the
constant aches and pains to end?”
Mama Bee’s heart twisted as she watched the tears
flow freely down Valerie’s face. It broke her heart
to see them, she wanted to wipe them away, end
this pain, by leaving the issue … but she knew it
was time, way past time.
“I think that unless you make the decision to let go,
you will always be haunted by this.” She told her in
a firm voice.
“How can I let go, Mama Bee?” Valerie cried not
bothering to wipe the tears as they gushed out
now. “How can I let go? It was Valentine’s Day and
my birthday and all I wanted was to go for a stupid
show … and they all died.” She broke down.
Mama Bee stretched her hand to grab the serviette
pack from the desk close to the sofa. She passed
them to Valerie.
“Sweetheart, I think you have cried enough … for a
life time.” She picked out a serviette, swapped it
gently, tenderly across Valerie’s cheeks, watched
as the forlorn head drooped again. “Baby, you
have been crying for the last twenty years and
that’s more than enough for a life time.” She
placed her fingers under her jaw and nudged
Valerie’s head up. “It is time to stop crying.” She
said gently but firmly.
Valerie stared at her through red rimmed brown
eyes. “Can I ever stop crying?” She asked piteously.
“Yes you can.” Mama Bee told her in a soft voice.
“You just have to make up your mind to stop and
to begin to accept what happened. Above all, hear
me when I say this to you again …”
She smiled tearfully when she saw the girl-I’m-not-
playing-with-you look.
“…you were not responsible for the tragedy that
happened. It was just the will of God and you have
to finally learn to accept it.”
She nodded, clenching her fists to the tears flowing
again. She’d heard that before. Heard it a
thousand times but still cannot comprehend it.
“How can it be God’s will to take my whole family
from me in just one single moment?”
“I don’t know.” She took the clenched hands again.
“But I do know this … they would want you to live
again, really live again. Don’t you know that you
are the only link they have left to this life?” She
cocked her head to the left.
Valerie smiled a little sadly. “Mama used to angle
her head just like that. She was so fair, so
beautiful.”
“And her daughter is just as beautiful… if not more
so.” She patted Valerie’s hands. “Valerie it is time
to live again. It is time.” She gave her one last look
before getting to her feet.
Picking up her report, she headed for the door.
Valerie watched her as she swayed her pretty
highly-packaged body to the door in a graceful
catlike manner, she was a woman who knew how
to carry herself, she thought, loving this woman
who her best friend’s mum and her own mother
now.
Mama Bee turned just before she opened the
door, pointed the report at Valerie. “Go home,
young lady and that is an order.” Opening the door
she threw over her shoulders. “I’m told there’s a
wild party planned for tonight.” The door clicked
shut.
Valerie’s brows shot up as she stared after her
open-mouthed for about a minute. Then her lips
curved in a smile. Getting to her feet, she grabbed
a couple of serviettes, wiped her face as she
strolled back to her desk. With a decisive touch of
her forefinger she clicked the Shutdown icon on
her laptop and waited a bit for it to finish the
logging off process, then picking it up, dropped it
into her backpack.
Grabbing her dark peach handbag on one hand
and the black leather backpack on the other hand,
she headed for the door, opened it, marched out
and left it to click itself shut as she strolled towards
the back exit door of the restaurant.
It was barely four p.m. and she was already
heading home before the close of work at the
express order of her boss. It was Valentine’s Day
after all and also her thirtieth birthday. Valerie
smiled to herself.

Read everyone, that you may have sense to stay away from powers in low places. #Us#Use your head,Use the condom,

MKO4ever:
Funny, but the topic though, I guess you wanted to write 'when bae is crazy'

yes bro typo error

Just came across this on fb .. No matter what one does people wil always talk ...

The best thing is to do what makes you happy work hard and stay focused

Just came across .. Funny though

Please read is the boy really stingy or he did the right thing ??

Has he do or not ??

Nice reply to bae wrong spelling

Omoluabi.
By Pius Adesanmi.
“Hello, Chief, Chief, Chief, can you hear me?”
“Yes, hello, I can hear you? Who is on the line?”
“Chief emi ni o. High Chief Falae in Akure.”
“Ah, Chief Chief! E ku ojo meta o. It’s been three days o.”
“Ojo kan pelu. It’s been more than three days jare Chief. How’s Lagos? Has your Governor arrived yet?”
“Ibo lo lo to nbo de? Where did he go that he will be arriving from Chief? He is like his predecessors. Abeg, Chief, let’s forget travelers without destination and talk about better things. Roli and I planned to come and visit you after you were released by those Fulani herdsmen. We thank God for your life o.”
“Thank you jare Chief Bode. I am yet to find the mouth with which to tell my story. Yoruba land would have gone to war if anything had happened to me. Imagine Fulani hoodlums kidnapping me on my own farm in Yoruba land! A whole me!”
“Exactly, Chief. We would not have taken it at all from those yeye Fulani. Because they are now in power, they think they can behave anyhow on Yoruba soil. Buhari does not know how to treat Yoruba elder statesmen. Maybe it is because they do not have omoluabi where he comes from. Jonathan has a little omoluabi in him. I have a theory that there must have been a little trace of Yoruba blood in his great grandfather. Whereas Buhari is hounding us with his Fulani herdsmen, Jonathan invaded Yoruba land with two billion dollars during the election and did omoluabi to all the elders of the land.”
“Kai, Chief Bode, dapada! Which omoluabi is Jonathan? He is not an omoluabi o. Asiri okunrin buruku yen ti tu. That is in fact why I have called you. They have no elders where Jonathan comes from.”
“Chief Falae sir, I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”
“Chief Bode, ki ni o ye yin ninu oro mi? What is so difficult to understand in what I am saying? Have you noticed that all of us elder statesmen were shortchanged in the Dasuki business? Look at Chief Anenih, Alhaji Tanko Yakassai, and the two of us. Look at the ridiculous figures we all got. And we were even mandated to spread our own omoluabi down the chain o. Now, look at what all these small small boys got. See ordinary Iyorchia Ayu…”
“Ah, my Chief, you have a point o. E ma de tun ri yen so o. I was surprised when I heard what Iyorchia got for special consultations.”
“Chief, kekere ma tie ni ti Iyorchia. The most painful part for me was hearing what this small boy got. Ki ni won ti n pe boy amugbo yen na? What’s his name again? That boy who ran Jonathan’s campaign?”
“Chief, you mean that former Aviation Minister? The one who bought a Range Rover for…?”
“Ehen, thank you! God bless you, Chief Bode. Yes, the boy who bought a Range Rover for his girlfriend. I had initially thought that that was all he got from Jonathan o. Now I am hearing that he got far more than us, his elders. He got about N1.7 billion. And that is not counting what he said he got from private donors o. Ha, Chief, won ti je wa m’aiye! They have cheated us!”
“Chief Falae, now that you put it this way, I am getting really angry. But, unlike you, I won’t blame Jonathan sir”
“Why not, Chief George?”
“Well, Jonathan is not our son in Yoruba land. He does not understand omoluabi principles. That Range Rover boy ni mo ri ba wi. It is the fault of the Range Rover boy. He has no proper Yoruba home training. Otherwise, he would have understood that when an outsider gives him more yams than his elders, he should take the said yams to his elders and say, “my fathers, I want you to have these yams”. We would then take the yams and give him small out of it. That is the proper omoluabi way to treat elders. Instead, he lets us hear on the pages of newspapers that he got more than all of us combined. Chief, I am really worried about what the young men of nowadays are doing to our culture in Yoruba land. Our values are lost. No respect for elders.”
“In that case, what do you suggest we do, my Chief.”
“Good question, I say we summon him to a meeting at your end in Akure tomorrow and tell him to repair his omoluabi lesekese. He must address the situation at once!”
(The following day, the two Yoruba elder statesmen are in Akure. They wear mournful faces. The Range Rover boy arrives in a long convoy. He descends from his car, dressed in full Igbo war regalia. As he approaches the two elders, he is chanting “nzogbu nzogbu enyimba enyi”.)
“Hey, hey, hey, will you stop singing that Igbo war chant? Where do you think you are? What do you think you are doing? Se ori e pe sha Femi? Are you okay?”
“My Fathers, I apologize. You summoned me from the war front. I came straight from the war front because I hold you in such high esteem.”
“War front?”
“Yes sir. We are fighting for Biafra. It’s Biafra or nothing. It’s a cause we are prepared to die for. We are tired of being oppressed in Nigeria.”
“We? Biafra? You are Biafra?”
“Yes, Chief, we are oppressed. We will not take it. We will fight Buhari to a standstill”
“Ha! Ikunle o! Who did this to you, Femi? You said you were a specialist in sleeping with their women. A tie gbo yen. When did you become a specialist in fighting their battles?”
“Chief, how I chose to fight for my people is not your business. Why did you summon me here sir?”
“Well, Chief Falae and I were talking about how you Yoruba youth of nowadays have thrown away our omoluabi values.”
“How so sir?”
“We now have a rough idea of your total Dasuki haul. Laarin ara wa, between us, does it make sense to you that a small boy like you should have gotten more than your elders? We want to give you an opportunity to repair your omoluabi. Jonathan and Dasuki are not Yoruba. They can be excused for not understanding these omoluabi things. Once they gave you more yams than us, what was the proper Yoruba thing for you to do?”
“I don’t know sir?”
“You don’t know? Chief, you see now? The Yoruba youth of nowadays are ignorant of our culture. You ought to have brought your share to us, your elders, and we would have done redistribution based on age.”
“Chief Bode George."
“Yes”
“Chief Bode George”
“Yes, Femi”.
“Chief Bode George”
“Yes, Femi, mo nda e lohun. I am answering you now.”
“Thank you Daddy. E ma binu sir o, how many times did I call you?”
“Three times, Femi. You called me three times.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I want to ask you sir, is Baba Obasanjo your elder sir? Is he older than you?”
“What kind of stupid question is that? Chief Falae, can you hear this boy? Of course, Baba Obasanjo is my elder. He is older than me.”
“Thank you sir. When you got away with N80 billion by splitting contracts at the Nigerian Ports Authority and Baba Obasanjo wanted his own share, did you take it to him for omoluabi redistribution based on age? When you do omoluabi to Baba Obasanjo from your old ports haul, I will do omoluabi to you from my Dasuki haul sir.”
“Femi, omo ale ni e! You are a bastard!”
“Wahala ti yin niyen sir. That is your own problem. I have to leave you now sir. I have to return to the war front to liberate my people from Nigeria.”
(He rises up and leaves the two stunned Yoruba elders, chanting nzogbu nzogbu to his Range Rover.)

Please nairalanders help..

I have an ex, we broke up about 2 years ago but we are still in contact and we are friends or maybe were friends...firstly I will narrate our breakup.. We dated for some months then I was still with my boss and I had no money really, she was a virgin then just as she claimed..I loved her and we were really close.. I traveled one time for my sisters wedding and I promised her I was gonna stay for 2weeks but due to issues I had to stay for 2months I was still calling her then but I did not call her much during the last few weeks before I got back..when I got back I called her and she told me she was dating someone else,I thought it was all a joke until I met a friend of hers the friend confirmed that she was dating a boss in her office..I still liked her but she told me she can't come back and she is happy where she is..I left her alone few months later I saw her and we talked then she told me she broke up with the boss and the guy and she is no longer a virgin..I tried for us to come back she said no that we should be friends..now I no longer stay with my boss stay alone and doing good by Gods grace.. Most times she calls me from school and tell me how she is suffering and how broke she is..as a nice guy I send her money any time she makes such request..then before the holidays she told me she will be coming home I asked her to come to my place before going to her sisters house because she stays with her sister..she gave me excuses and did not come to my house..I did not complain still forming the nice guy that I'm ..she came to my house on the 25th, I tried some funny and nasty thing she refused and changed her mood I let her be when she was going she said she is broke I gave her some money she left..I told her to come the next day she gave me some excuses.. I still did not complain.when she wanted to go back to school she remembered my number and asked for money she said I promised her..bellow is our conversation please did I do wrong ?

“Do not call a conspiracy what these people call a conspiracy, neither fear ye their fear but sanctify the Lord your God in your heart and Let Him be your only fear”- Isaiah 8:12

In an essay titled “Afenifere: A Syllabus Of Errors” which was written in 1998 and published in Gamji.com, Emir Sanusi Lamido Sanusi wrote the following:


“Anyone who needs a lesson in how not to be a politician, and how never to win power in Nigeria should study Yoruba politicians.

Unless the Yoruba masses disown Afenifere, this group of degree-bearing political illiterates will lead Yoruba land down its own version of a syllabus of errors, an island unto themselves, hallucinating in their own idiocy and content to remain marginalised citizens in their own country while blaming the North for their self–inflicted woes.

The syllabus of errors remains a black spot on the history of the Catholic Church. Afenifere will be an even blacker spot on the political history of the Yoruba.

Alhaji Umaru Shinkafi’s pedigree speaks mountains of what his political stance would be ab initio. He probably believes, like other Fulani politicians, that the problems of this country have a lot to do with the shift in power away from the Fulani to individuals like Babangida and Abacha, products of “lower cultures”.


The Fulani of the North, proud of the history of the Caliphate, remain proud of the roles played by Fulani leaders of the political and military establishment in Nigeria – Ahmadu Bello, Murtala Mohammed, Aminu Kano, Shehu Yar’Adua, Shehu Shagari, Jubril Aminu.

They are sad that other Nigerians do not know the difference in ethnic background between say, Murtala Mohammed and Ibrahim Babangida. They do not understand how a man like Abacha, born to a cigarette-seller in Fagge quarters of Kano (and this speaks mountains of him, how he ruled and how he died) can be taken as the quintessential representative of the Caliphate whose head he disgraced and whose culture and values he sought to erode.

So Shinkafi probably believes in the need for a power-shift: Back to the Fulani. He may not be alone in this tendency. Politicians like Mahmud Waziri, Bamanga Tukur, Jubril Aminu, even M. D. Yusufu may consciously or unconsciously have similar views.

To the Fulani, there is nothing like ceding the presidency or power. If you want it, you work for it…If you lack the stomach to dig in and fight, too bad for you. Southern politicians have always failed to understand the complexity of the North and its politics”.

These are interesting words from an interesting Fulani man. The disdain and sheer contempt that Emir Sanusi harbours for non-Fulanis and southerners and for Afenifere and the yoruba people, in particular, remains intact till today. His assertion that “southern politicians have always failed to understand the complexity of the North” is false.

Despite the fact that we southerners understand the nature of core Northern politicians and leaders very well, we have always chosen to hold our peace, condone their excesses, carry their baggage and accept their strange ways and complicated peculiarities in the name of national unity.

The truth is that it is Emir Sanusi and his Fulani people that have misunderstood southerners all along. We in the south may be accommodating, tolerant and generous people but our kindness and liberal nature must never be mistaken for stupidity or weakness. That is the mistake that people like Sanusi often make with their racist views and condescending words. He forgets that the culture and history of most of the southern empires and kingdoms predates that of the Fulani caliphate by hundreds of years.

17 years after Sanusi wrote this piece about Southerners I have decided to respond to him by sharing my views about the core North and its Fulani leaders. This is especially so because we have a hardline Fulani conservative at the helm of affairs in our country today.

Sanusi wrote his views about the South in 1998 when his fellow Northerner was Head of State but I choose to write my views about the North, not when my fellow Southerner is in power, but rather when a Northerner is President. I have not taken offence at Emir Sanusi’s views about Southerners and I sincerely hope that he and his people will not take offence at my views about core Northerners.

This article will not only be deemed as being controversial but its contents will also be keenly contested and scrutinised. This is because I am going to express some home truths here which the majority of our people know to be true but few are prepared to voice.

I am making this intervention not out of hate but out of love and compassion for those that have lost their lives at the hands of our adversaries over the last 55 years. I am also mindful of the fact that every single person that is a member of the ruling class or that has held a position of leadership in this country between 1960 and today, including yours truly, has to take partial responsibility for the terrible things that our people have experienced over the years, for the criminal negligence that we have all indulged in, for the shameful conspiracy of silence that we appear to relish and for the abysmal and pitiable situation that we have found ourselves in as a people and as a nation. Those of us who are members of the ruling elite are all, in varying degrees, guilty and it is to partly ameliorate that sense of guilt that I feel constrained to speak out and expose the truth.

I am not a racist or tribalist. I deplore violence and bloodshed. I have no hate in me for any individual or ethnic group and I am a firm believer in the view that all men are equal before God regardless of the circumstances of their birth, their creed, their tribe, their nationality or the colour of their skin. Whilst I hold these truths to be self-evident, I also believe that it is incumbent upon those of us who lay claim to being leaders to always speak the truth about the history and unfolding events in our country, no matter how uncomfortable that truth may be.

We owe it to ourselves, to posterity and to God to do so. Let it be said many years from now after we are all long departed that within the madness and cacophony of national anguish, servitude and pain and during the course of the brutal and systemic suppression of the freedom and will of a cheated and broken people, there were at least a few voices that were courageous enough to call a spade and spade and to warn about the grave dangers and consequences of ignoring the injustice and wickedness that has thrived in our country from time immemorial and from generation to generation.

Despite all the insults, threats, misrepresentation and, oftentimes, slanderous and utterly bizarre allegations that I, my family and my loved ones have been subjected to over the years from ignorant, venal and hate-filled men, I shall be counted among those few voices. If nothing else, that is good enough for me and with that alone I would have made a meaningful contribution to my nation’s history and done my forefathers proud. It is with this in mind that I urge readers to fasten their seat belts and consider the following contribution.

When Cain killed his brother Abel the bible tells us that God asked him the following question: he asked “where is thy brother Abel?” Cain responded in a defiant manner by asking God the following question in return: he asked “am I my brothers keeper?” God responded by telling Cain that his brothers blood was crying to Him from the ground for vengeance. From that point Cain was afflicted with a terrible curse which could not be lifted because it came from the Living God.

Wherever he went, the curse that goes with shedding his brother’s innocent blood followed him. This was made worse by the fact that he refused to repent or show any remorse for what he had done. Everything that he did failed and everywhere he went he was despised, rejected, feared, hated and viewed with suspicion by his compatriots, colleagues and fellow men.

Tragedy and misfortune stalked him and he ended up being nothing but a vagabond, a marauder, a parasite and a wanderer in foreign lands. He became a byword and a proverb: a herder of goats and cattle who lived and survived by guile, doublespeak, stealing, pillaging and intimidating others. He became the proverbial leech who made a headway in life only by benefiting from the sweat, labour and hard work of his hosts and benefactors, by sponging off whichever community gave him succour and by resorting to violence and bloodshed at the slightest opportunity and at the drop of a hat.

He also acquired an obsession with controlling others and an insatiable lust for power and the perpetual domination, suppression and conquest of what he perceived as “lesser tribes and lesser people”. Simply put he was a dangerous predator who sought to milk others dry and conquer by guile and assimilation. There are comparisons to be made with Nigeria here.

Sinister forces and dark elements from the deeply conservative core north have killed more Middle Belters and Southerners than any other in our country over the last 55 years. Worse still, those sinister forces do not just kill but they also establish their own communities in the land and territory of their victims and forcefully occupy it. They have refused to stop doing so and, to all intents and purposes, they have developed an insatiable blood lust which compels them to shed innocent blood at the slightest whim in order to subjugate others and to remain in power.

The South, whom our British colonial masters once referred to as the “rich wife”, has effectively become the Abel of Nigeria whilst the conservative core North, whom they once called the “poor husband”, has now become the Cain. For many years the Lord has been asking the core North what they have done to their Southern and Middle Belt brothers and why they keep doing it.

For years the conservative core North has responded with defiance and anger and asked God “am I my brother’s keeper?” The result of this open defiance and lack of remorse is simple and clear: it has attracted Gods wrath. Is it any wonder that Boko Haram now ravages the core North? Is it any wonder that every single core Northern leader that has ever ruled Nigeria since 1960 has either been killed or died in mysterious circumstances whilst on the throne or was removed in a military coup and then subjected to a number of years in detention?

Is it any wonder that the core North is totally dependent on the rest of the country for its sustenance and economic survival? Is it any wonder that a UNICEF report which was released a few years ago stated that if Nigeria were to ever break up that the core North would be the most impoverished, the most backward, the most unsustainable and the most barren area in the whole of the West African sub-region?

Is it any wonder that they were viewed with so much suspicion by others that the core northern states were excised from the country by Major Gideon Orkar in his 1991 coup broadcast and asked to re-apply if they wanted to be part of Nigeria again?

Is it any wonder that the leading South-Western politician within the ruling All Peoples Congress (APC) is secretly complaining and quietly lamenting the fact that he was used in the 2015 elections by the core North simply to put one of their own back in power so that their hegemony could be resurrected and their agenda of perpetual and everlasting Northern rule could be established forever?

Is it any wonder that according to a survey carried out this year by Global Terror Index, which was published in the United Kingdom’s Independent newspaper, that two of the four most deadly terrorist organisations in the world today are based in core northern Nigeria and are led, funded, peopled and inspired by core Northern Nigerians?

According to the report, Nigeria’s Boko Haram is now officially the world’s most deadly terrorist organisation whilst what they have described as “the Fulani militants” (aka Nigeria’s Fulani herdsmen) are number four. Is it any wonder that according to the same Global Terror Index report Nigeria is now the “third most terrorised nation in the world”, whilst Iraq and Afghanistan remain the first and second and Syria and Pakistan remain the fourth and fifth respectively? Given this, is it any wonder that there are loud and increasingly persistent calls for self-determination in Southern Nigeria?

Is it any wonder that the core North is ravaged by poverty, disease, violence, strife, conflict, stagnation and bareness more than anywhere else in our country? Is it any wonder that according to a 2015 UNICEF report Nigeria has the “highest number of child brides on the African continent”, with no less than 23 million child brides in the North?

Is it any wonder that according to the World Health Organisation Northern Nigeria has the “highest number of young girls in the world suffering from vagina vesicovaginal fistula (VVF)”, a disease which comes as a consequence of sexual intercourse with young underage girls.

Is it any wonder that the core north is afflicted with a self-serving and calculating ultra-conservative ruling elite who keep their own people in perpetual subjugation, darkness and bondage and who come from a distant foreign land called Fouta Jallon in modern-day Guinea?

Is it any wonder that most core Northerners name themselves after the towns and villages that they were born and raised in rather than after their families and forefathers? Is it any wonder that we have a nomadic core Northern President who finds it difficult to stay at home?

Is it any wonder that a colourful personality from one of the core northern states, who later became a respected traditional ruler, was an Islamic fundamentalist in his youth, was incarcerated for two years for being a radical jihadist, and was one of those that inspired and orchestrated the murder of Gideon Akaluka for “desecrating the Koran”.

Is it any wonder that a core northern Nigerian by the name of Omar Farouk Abdul Mutallab, the notorious “underwear bomber” who tried to blow up an American airliner that was filled with passengers in Detroit, told the FBI that his “most trusted mentor” and “favourite uncle” was a well-known and leading core northern leader? Is it any wonder that Bishop Matthew Hassan Kukah, one of the most respected Northern voices in the country, recently said “the northern Muslim elite laid the foundation for Boko Haram”?

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faith551:
Can someone tell me where I can get a girlfriend that looks this beautiful

DuchessLily:
Ancient boy and what is wrong with a husband helping out in d kitchen once in a while??

Mind u d writeup didn't say d husband will cook all the time

i hear you

DuchessLily:
Number 2 is not a disadvantage

lazy girl so you want make your husband dey cook all the time

martineverest:
Nigerian youth after becoming too lazy. Always looking for how to make it fast...... Guess, he will enjoy his money in prison

you call does guys too lazy ? I remember when I visited a friend that does that stuff those guys are not lazy oo they work harder than bricklayers

ifyalways:
Crime does not pay.

Nothing gives more joy, peace and pride as a well earned money.

how many rich people in Nigeria you can say they have 'well earned money'

Another foolish Yoruba man I think say this Seun get sense ...idiot

wetin ewedu dey do for there ??