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Warfibabe:
hello all..
pls anybody else with charger wahala?
my hot note charger is giving me serious problems... before when I charge, it takes me less than 2 hrs to charge from 0% to 100%... but for the past week I have been struggling to get it past 1% in every hour or more. it sometimes even discharges the battery while still charging... I mean it might be around 26% when I plug the charger, by the time I come back to check I will see 23%...
pls what do I do?
I just tire.

Babe, I am already having exactly same issues... How were you able to solve yours

Shooooo

LadyJul:
Why is it that most handsome guys like begging money from girls? Every time they'll begging money and expecting girls to give them money because of their looks....Most of them don't even know how to treat a lady right....They treat ladies like rag and believe they can get any lady because of their looks.....To hell with their handsome face....I'll choose a not too handsome guy anyday, anytime.....

Your signature makes more sense than your post

And that is news?? Shioooorrr

End time man

I like Laila. She is second best naija blogger for me after Linda, but where is the picture of her hunky hubby nau? And she has very cute kids.

Pukes...Runs out of thread

lasisi69:
End time

Weyrey...How e take be end time....Gerrara Here mehn

A woman needs a man to marry her to feel complete. Thats women's crazy lot in life. When the ill-fated ones lie that they dont give a shii about marriage, deep down they feel totally incomplete, even if they can afford a mansion in PineApple Island...Ask Rita Dominic, Genevieve Nnaji, Funke Akindele and Linda Ikeji, they will explain to you better. But only if they can understand that marriage only brings misery, that they are even far better than the married women. But this is life, they have to follow the stuppid rules of life and continue in the footsteps of their mothers. The fact that something has been in existence since the days of Nebuchadnezzar doesnt make it right. I read a quote once "Nothing is either good or bad, thinking makes it so"

On the other hand, a man is doomed forever to a life of mediocrity for believing he must get married to a woman to feel complete. A woman has nothing positive whatsoever to contribute to a man's life. Marriage is a scam and sham. The woman is the scammer, the man is the maga, but in the case of Linda Iikeji and very few other women, reverse might be the case, except of course someone like Oluwaseun Temitope Osewa of Nairaland decides to walk her down the isle, with this, they operate on the same level, but in the end, she will lose her beauty and panache and our Oga at the top will still feel scammed.

You are free to quote me anywhere.

This is an excerpt from Esther Vila's book "The manipulated man"

I agree that it is an epistle, but in the end worthy of reading. If I could read the whole book, I see no reason why you shouldnt read this. Enjoy!
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To someone from outer space surely men would appear infinitely more worthy of admiration than women, for man has intelligence as well as beauty. Throughout the centuries man's standard of values must have become sadly confused, otherwise women would never have been called the fair sex. The mere fact that they are so much less intelligent than men is enough to contradict such a conception, for a stupid person can never be thought of as beautiful unless judged on the purely physical level. But it should be emphasized that the fault lies with man himself, who valued women according to standards by which people and animals are on the same level. If he had not done so, women would hardly fit into the group Homo sapiens.

A man needs a woman because, as we shall see, he needs something to which he may subject himself. But at the same time he must retain his self-respect. This leads him to endow woman with qualities which will justify his subjection. As woman has never yet made any attempt to use her wits, he cannot call her intelligent, but he gets close to it by creating the concept of `woman's intuition.' So, in the absence of any other real qualities, he calls her beautiful.

Aesthetic standards are necessarily subjective and each aesthetic judgment one makes is an act of personal choice. But subjectivity easily turns into an excuse, and man is only too pleased to allow himself to become a slave. A man assumes that, since woman adorns herself with the obvious intention of drawing all eyes toward her, she must have some reason for her action. So man finds woman beautiful because she thinks she is beautiful. Indeed, he is very grateful for being allowed to share this opinion.
But this feminine claim to beauty is also supported by subterfuge, by a trick. Woman's greatest ideal is a life without work or responsibility - yet who leads such a life but a child? A child with appealing eyes, a funny little body with dimples and sweet layers of baby fat and clear, taut skin - that darling miniature of an adult. It is a child that woman imitates - its easy laugh, its helplessness, its need for protection. A child must be cared for; it cannot look after itself And what species does not, by natural instinct, look after its offspring? It must - or the species will die out.

With the aid of skilfully applied cosmetics, designed to preserve that precious baby look; with the aid of helpless, appealing babble and exclamations such as `Ooh' and Ah' to denote astonishment, surprise, and admiration; with inane little bursts of conversation, women have preserved this `baby look' for as long as possible so as to make the world continue to believe in the darling, sweet little girl she once was, and she relies on the protective instinct in man to make him take care of her.

As with everything a woman undertakes on her own initiative, this whole maneuvre is as incredible as it is stupid. It is amazing, in fact, that it succeeds. It would appear very shortsighted to encourage such an ideal of beauty. For how can any woman hope to maintain it beyond the age of twenty-five? Despite every trick of the cosmetics industry, despite magazine advice against thinking or laughing (both tend to create wrinkles), her actual age will inevitably show'- through in the end. And what on earth is a man to do with a grown-up face when he has been manipulated into considering only helpless, appealing little girls to be creatures of beauty?

What is a men to do with a woman when the smooth curves have become flabby tires of flesh, the skin slack and pallid, when the childish tones have grown shrill and the laughter sounds like neighing? What is to become of this shrew when her face no longer atones for her ceaseless inanities and when the cries of `Ooh' and Ah' begin to drive him out of his mind? This mummified `child' will never fire a man's erotic fantasy again. One might think her power broken at last.

But no, she still manages to get her own way - and for two reasons. The first is obvious: she now has children, who enable her to continue feigning helplessness. As for the second - there are simply not enough young women to go around.

It is a safe bet that, given the choice, man would trade in his grown-up child-wife for a younger model, but, as the ratio between the sexes is roughly equal, not every man can have a younger woman. And as he has to have a wife of some sort. he prefers to keep the one he already possesses.

This is easy to prove. Given the choice, a man will always choose a younger woman. Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe were passé the moment their wrinkles could no longer be hidden by layers of make-up and, therefore, when a man went to the cinema, he simply bought a ticket to see a younger star. Anyone who can afford it is not restricted in this respect to buying seats at cinemas. Financiers and showbusiness tycoons make a habit of turning in their used wives for newer models, and,

since alimony is fairly good, not even the old wife seems to mind; in fact, she is probably very glad to have made such a good deal.

But this is a luxury for the rich alone. If a poor man decides, in a moment of euphoric irresponsibility, to change over to a younger woman, he can be sure of losing her pretty quickly. His money will never stretch to two wives and two sets of children, for the second wife will certainly insist on having offspring as well. And if an attractive young woman has a choice, she will choose a young man every time, providing he is financially secure. This is not, of course, for aesthetic reasons. With any luck, he will be able to provide for her longer. On the other hand, if offered a rich man of forty, a woman will certainly prefer him to a poor young man of twenty. Women certainly know what they want from men and know exactly on which side their bread is buttered.

It is lucky for the adult woman that men do not consider themselves beautiful, since most men are beautiful. Their smooth bodies, kept trim by hard work, their strong shoulders, their muscular legs, their melodic voices, their warm, human laughter, the intelligent expression of their faces and their calibrated, meaningful movements overshadow those of women completely, even in a purely animal sense. And since they, unlike women, work and their bodies are therefore preserved for continued future use, men also retain their beauty longer. As a result of their inertia, women's bodies rapidly decay and, after the age of fifty, they are nothing but indifferent heaps of human cells, (One has only to observe a fifty-year-old housewife on the street and compare her appearance with that of a man of the same age.)

Men are not aware of their own beauty and no one mentions it. There is so much rubbish written and talked about the charm of women. Even children and animals are considered graceful, adorable and delightful - but never a man. Men are at best praised for their steadfastness, courage, reliability - all qualities useful to women, having nothing to do with physical appearance. It would be difficult to find a description of the male body except in a medical textbook. And outside of these, who would ever dream of going into great detail about the exact shape of his lips, the precise shade of his eyes in a special kind of light? And as for the delicacy of his nipples or the pleasing shape of his scrotum and his testicles - just imagine a man's amazement and amusement if they were the subject of hymns of praise.

Men are not used to having their looks discussed. Grown women, as a rule ugly creatures, have time and opportunity to admire men, but rarely see them. It is not that a woman is mean or envious; it is that she thinks of him as a machine - a machine for the production of material goods. And who regards a machine as an object of beauty? It is something that functions, and men judge themselves similarly. They are far too worn out by their role as providers and by the eternal rat race to think of being objective about their own looks.

All this is a pointless discussion anyway, for basically men are not interested in the possibility of being beautiful. What point would that give to their labors? Women must be the ones who are beautiful, helpless, adorable - they must be, in fact, lacking a more precise definition, `the fair sex.'

Patented:
fumigate your room and insist on the entire property being fumigated

Already thought of this... Thanks.

prettysolid:
how are they entering? dont you have mosquito net on your windows

I kukuma have o

Woke up this morning, kelt down beside my bed to do the normal early morning routine of prayers, upon finishing the cliche "..... Rest and abide with me now and forever more, amen" I felt something under my foot, it was a scorpion. I killed it instantly leaving the carcass on the floor.

I went straight to the bathroom to lather my face and gummy eye lids, coming back into my room I saw another one creeping on the ground, and I did the needful once again.

I later went to my landlord to show him the pictures, guess what the man said "I will call the carpenter to come check your room".... And I was like what is this one saying... What coherence is between a carpenter and scorpions... gerrara here mehn.

I gave each of them a selfie for Nairaland purpose

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boboLIL:
Dats good




Mean while


Something to spice ur day up wid*****


* how to make babies




A child asked his father, "how were people born?" So his father said, "Adam and eve made babies, then their babies became adults and made babies, and so on". The child then went to his mother, asked her the same question and she told him, "we were monkeys then we evolved to become like we are now." The child ran back to his father and said, "you lied to me!" His father replied, "No, your mum was talking about her side of family..

You too dey talk

Gofwane:
Lol. , , , reminds me of the one i promised to thrust only eleven times.

And i was like : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ele, ele, ele, ele, ele, ele , , , the 'ven' came when i was shooting my se*men.

Weyrey

You never jam correct konji...I still did that shitt yesterday but she still no gree o...She blew my job sha and I enjoyed it

Thanks=-

Thanks

PLANETMARS:
Na prick make her go stay boy hux na, as prick don enter comot enter comot enter comot e kon tire.summary #FEAR PRICK

Weyrey

How?

In Buhari we trust

franklingud:
Lol!!!

7 good days??
Na so one biatch come ma hauz, come seduce me finish, she no allow me touch am sef. So after the seduction she come go.
My vex no be only say she go, she come dey tell me things wey go high me.

Bro u did well
Rape is EVIL

Abi o ma brother...But why are these bitches like this...dem no say dem no won fvck dem go come your house con dey seduce you, con tell you say dem get girlfriend....thunder fire devil.

The root of all evil isn't money. It is women.

bukifemi1:
This shows how Successful Biafra republic will be... The players and coach all Biafrans

The two guys that gave us the goals today aint Biafrans...Osimhen is Edo, Bamgboye Yoruba,,,Idiota

The boys are dancing shoki

This Osimhen no well o, running towards the crowds with his shirt in hands, the crowd thinks he wants to give them the shirt but the boy no gree o

Lilchilz:
goallllllllll.....osimen my blood broda...we ur family r really proud of u...dat's my broda

iffa hear....brothers kor, aburo ni

And this Malian keeper too try o, e don lose focus...2 0 sha...we don win..Bamgboye

Mourinho please buy Osimhen for us...Costa na weyrey..