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@ Ikenna,

Tanx so much. However, my confusion is that if it was the servo from the begining, why was it okay for 1 month since after the change of the master. Meanwhile, it also seems that the brake is also not releasing from the front wheels cos the car is failing to move except if u throttle. I checked my two front wheels and i found out it was excessively hot maybe because of the excessive friction. At some point everthing normalises , but later it goes bad again. Apart from the servo, is there any other thing that could make the brake to grip the tyres even after the pedal is released?

I use a 99 toyota camry. On 2nd January, i noticed the brake became stiff and was not pressing down to the end. The mechanic changed the master cylinder. I also noticed that one of the bolt holding the master to the servo was broken leaving only one bolt. Since i didnt have the money to change the servo, he welded a bolt to the body of the servo and tight the master with it. It has been okay since then but i noticed the problem occuring at intervals in the last 3 days, however, i have checked if the welded bolt is off and i found out it was still intact. Since i have changed the master cylinder a month ago, How come i'm having this problem? The brake is holding but it is not free. Infact it is not pressing down to the end. Experts , plz advice on wot i should do. Tanx

@ Dede, u r talkn bullshit. What have we gained with other due process governments all this while? What we want is result and i dont care how we achieve it. I have a friend who is an anti- rochas who jus came back and he testified that the level of infrastuctural development going on has not been seen in this magnitude ever in the state. Even his village roads are now undergoing construction. I think Rochas means business.

Guys find time to read this. I think he said the truth about Africans. Initially i couldnt be patient to read it but when i did, i was happy i read it. It is informative. You can also read it on the attachment.







If you haven't read this article yet, do so, some serious stuff! Written by Field Ruwe, a Zambian journalist and author,
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
Please continue, “It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.” Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist. “My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat. I told him mine with a precautious smile. “Where are you from?” he asked. “Zambia.” “Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.” “Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.” “But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.” My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S. “I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.” “Are you still with the IMF?” I asked. “I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer
your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.” “No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …” He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.” Quett Masire’s name popped up. “Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.” At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles. “Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down. From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably. “That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.” I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.” He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.” The smile vanished from my face. “I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?” “There’s no difference.” “Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.” I gladly nodded. “And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.” For a moment I was wordless. “Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.” I was thinking. He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.” I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst. “You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.” “That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested. He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath. “Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.” He looked me in the eye. “And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that—PhD my foot!” I was deflated. “Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.” He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.” He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.” At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand. “I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.” He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.” Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati—the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports. Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals. But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba, Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line. I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him that we can build our own car, he would throw me out. “Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here) Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior. A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our
country. Our journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones. Field Ruwe is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History

The real Nigerian stupidy starts here in nairaland.
Why will all you reasonable guys respond to Beaf and Nchara statements.
Why cant u guys just ignore them?
Silence is the best answer given to a fool.
Guys, I'm dissapointed.

Guys,

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. It is not easy to be a labour leader in this country. There could be threats of assasination not only to them but to thier entire family. There are situatuions in which people are forced at gunpoint to accept bribe and shut up or their generation is wiped out. I may not really blame them cos u might never know the true situation.

Too bad we have lost it as a nation.

190_@:
Take her to the middle of a forest and leave her there

Thats where she deserves to be

Isnt she NIGERIAN after all

I thought u once said goodbye to nairaland.

Plz which kind of things would girls appreciate as gifts. Apart from jewelries and heavy make up things cos the girl in question is a plain simple girl. What can i buy for her that could make sense? Thanks

To get a baby boy, do it on ur ovuation day. Why? witout goin into much details, the Y travels faster than the X . so it is sure to heat d eggs first which will fertilize it. if u do it 3 or 4 days be4 ovulation, the Y will get there first, when it sees no egg to fertilize, it lives for 2 days and dies , by then the X which travels slowly n lives for more than 2 days will heat the egg which will coincide with the ovulation day,the result is a girl. The challenge is to know ur exact ovulation day which comes btw 12 to 15 days after ur last day of mensuration. you can try d mucus test to know te exact time.

Okay let us end this for d interest of peace

South west is d best region in d world. There are no thieves,arm robbers, rapists,ritualists,yahoo yahoo,election riggers,violence,coruption,muderers,prostitutes,criminals etc among them.

Infact every south westerner is a saint. They r jus too good.
There roads are all good, they have constant light,as a result of good governance,there are no poor people,life expectancy there is highest in d world etc.
Infact, they are Godsent.

Odaiero and co please back off , Ileke idi has won

I'm begining to hate dis nairaland. Every thing results to tribal sentiments. Cant some people in dis forum ever have intelligent discussions witout resulting to tribal war? Yet we travel outside d country n we claim white people are racist, IMO, we are worst than them.

engrhamid:
Yeah,its a package in the glo no condition tariff.
its working

Ok , Tanx very much

Please i want to know if d glo 2k/sec call to a special number is for real. Is anybody currently using it? or is it like MTN magic no dat is only on bilboards? Please i need to know. Tanx.

Guys,
Its not jus his monthly salary he is pledging. It is the security votes that governors get monthly that are not part of the accountable money. Many governors just send it straight to their accounts. It is 500million naira monthly. I have been asking , wot is essence of security votes governors get? when they see it as thier private money. Politics is so sweet. Every Governor is already a millionaire when he assumes office. IMHO, FG shld either scrap security votes or make it accountable.

If Rochas will use the security vote to help fund free education, dats great at least he is using for something good instead of sending it straight into his account.

please can sonebody tell me any driving school or any place i can learn driving sharp sharp within days in lagos preferably in ikeja n environs. tanx

@ Steve,

Where is the address in Umuahia. How much? Do i need to go with anything? tanx

Plz how can i get an E-passport within a month. What is the procedure? How can i get it in Abia State. Thanks for ur replies

@ kay money,

I think u might be right. I'm also thinking like dat.

@ Mzdarkskin

"Coconut Tree" LMAO

@ Mzdarkskin,

But i showed her love.Her refusal neva affected my love in anyway.I was ready to abide by her wishes which she knows n was happy about. You can see why i'm confused her change.

Mygoldie:
@OP im not a guy,and i don't understand your gist, can u rephrase (no offence)

I'm jus sayn she is  a virgin decided nt 2 hav intimacy wit me till after marriage.After much persuasion i allowed her be.Now she wants it.why change her mind?

I've been dating her 4 over a year. She is flying virgin nigeria and has insisted she would keep flying it till she gets married.Because of this, she has refused me to harness her resources.She says she can only allow me on our wedding nite. I've tried to make her give me the resources but she refused.She then made me promise not 2 ask 4 it again.I have moved on with it and our relationship didnt suffer as our love remained intact.

Now,she now wants me to harness her resources eventhough we aint married yet but i'm not interested since i have been able 2 cope witout it. She says i dont love her anymore. I've reminded her of her resolve 2 fly virgin nigeria till her wedding nite bt she says she dosent mind any longer. My question is

why d sudden change of principle?
Why is she now willing 2 loose her virgin nigeria n start flying arik or aero?
Should i harness her resources against my will jus to please her?

Hehehe plz dont mind my choice of words, i no u guys understand  d gist.

@ Inspired,

How much can i get a 99/2000 toyata camry and a 99/2000 Nissan altima. Both with 4 cylinders and low millage. Is it part of ur pre order arrangement? can u deliver it to Aba or Owerri? Expecting ur reply. Tanx

@ Poster,
It is not strange. I wish my wife to be will say wot u r saying. I for once dont like this wedding brouhaha.I like quiet things. If she agrees,i'll prefer 2 do a court wedding.if i will have 2 do a church wedding, i'll prefer doing it with max 6 pple(our parents) as witness which will not take more than 30 mins. I have the money bt i am not interested in d stress and brouhaha of a wedding ceremony. Jus hope she would agree to my plan.I'm not interested in doing things cos others r doing it.

This tribal bashing has reared its ugly head again. I dont know why we cant see beyond tribe and ethnicity in this country.We claim Whites are racists yet we are worse than them. If we cant live and love each other then let this gaddem country be divided into six and let the ethnic groups live as a nation if dats wot will make this tribal bigot infected country happy.

I want 2 spend some time out dis xmas period n i'm thinking of where to holiday. Obudu comes to my mind but i dont know how it is there. please can anyone who has visited obudu tell me about the place. The cost,activities,attractions,experience and infact the total package. i intend spending 1 week there. tanx

And wot is my 4king business. Is it by force to start a thread?