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Go back! Go back!
Unil dem kill una pikin.

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OUR RUBICON: POINT OF NO RETURN
Over forty years ago when the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) was established by law, it was with a purpose; an aim. The scheme was to solve the problems emanating from a 30-month civil war that ravaged the country. The said bloody civil war was birthed by misunderstanding, cultural differences and national divide.
Nigerian graduates as at before the scheme lacked whatsoever values (e.g. cultural tolerance) they needed to work, reside or do business in other regions of the nation, other than where they hailed from. Thanks to the General Yakubu Gowon led military government who saw the lacuna after the 30-month civil war and thought it wise to fill it. With the announcement of a national programme of rehabilitation, re-construction and reconciliation, the necessary machinery was put in place for the actualization of the scheme. After months of exhaustive deliberations and consultations, the scheme was established to strengthen the national unity, integration, foster peace among Nigerians and accelerate socio-economic development in the country.
Right from the inception of the scheme, the sense of nation building, patriotism and loyal service to fatherland has been inculcated into Nigerian youths and as the nation evolved from military to democratic rule and through various stages of national challenge, the scheme has refused to throw-in the towel and is poised to carry on in this Rubicon movement. In a bid to empower corps members and prepare them for the challenges of the labour market, the scheme in 2012 introduced the Skill Acquisition and Empowerment Development otherwise known as the SAED project. As the country continues to seek practical solutions to the challenge of youth unemployment in the country, one programme whose scope and scale cuts across all 36 states is the SAED Project of the NYSC. The SAED Project which was introduced in March 2012 was meant to empower corps members with entrepreneurial and agro-enterprise skills, with corresponding interest-free loans, to generate employment, eradicate poverty and hunger, as well as create wealth. So far, well over 510,000 corps members have been trained in various areas of training.
Though other initiatives created by government at the 3-tier of governance in the country made little impact, the 3-year old SAED training programme has continued to train and create young entrepreneurs and business minded Nigerian graduates as job creators rather than job seekers.
The NYSC scheme has over the years allowed for regular and effective distribution of skilled manpower, the steady breaking of social and cultural barriers as well as the building of friendly bridges across the nation. It has also promoted higher values of national unity and development, rekindled interest in neglected but vital areas of national development like agriculture, and promoted leadership qualities in our youths.
In these and other ways, the scheme constantly pricks the conscience of the nation to the right course of development, thereby keeping the hope alive for a better Nigeria.
The regular invitation of members of the Corps to participate in the conduct of such sensitive national assignments as population census, election, etc. and to provide materials for the technical Aid Corps (TAC) is only an expression of faith in the ability of the scheme, but also an appreciation of its monumental achievements since its inception in 1973. The positive multiplier effect of these achievements on society are worthy of further examination, taking, for instance the deployment of corps members. From its humble beginning of about 2,000 corps members in 1973, it has rapidly grown to a staggering annual figure running into hundreds of thousands in 2014. This phenomenal growth, apart from ensuring that the presence of the scheme is felt in every nook and crannies of the Federation, also allows for the even distribution of manpower in the best interest of Nigeriua.
There is hardly any qualification or skill outside the reach of the scheme. While this has enabled it to supply qualitative labour regularly to the economy within the last 42 years, corps members active participation in primary and secondary assignments have afforded them opportunity to contribute their own quota to the accelerated development of the nation. In many respects, the scheme has played leadership roles in pushing the frontiers of some subsectors further afield in the interest of society e.g. agriculture and promotion of indigenous technology.
One of the problems of the nation as at the time of establishment of the scheme was very poor leadership. As the NYSC handbook puts it, “Nigeria has been less than fortunate in the kind of leaderships that emerge to govern the affairs of the country. Leadership requires a certain degree of preparation and orientation.” Consequently, the NYSC has remained a training ground for the future leaders of this country. The success has been outstanding, judging by the rich citation of the scheme’s award winners annually. Over 1000 corps members have distinguished themselves in this regard since 1974.
The scheme has promoted national consciousness of both the corps members and its associates. When a corps member departs home for service, he leaves with the goodwill of his parents, relatives and well-wishers. At the current rate of over 8,500 serving in various parts of the country per year, the meaning is that at an infinite number of corps members and associates are at one time or the other thinking national. This is one aspect of the intangible contributions of the scheme that cannot be quantified in monetary terms.
Constantly reminding the nation of the need to promote national unity and develop especially the rural areas through its Community Development Service (CDS) projects, the scheme pricks the conscience of the nation to its responsibility.
Needless to say, that the scheme has made immense contributions to the socio-economic development of the locality in particular and Nigeria in general. Right now it is unpatriotic and ‘unnationalistic’ for any to think of the scheme as unproductive and a waste of time as countless governments have praised and extolled the efforts of Nigerian youths through the scheme. Traditional rulers, educationists, political office holders and other well-meaning Nigerians haven seen the effectiveness of the scheme, have severally called for more of government’s funding and commitment to the growth and development of the NYSC scheme.
Governments, past and present have promised to see to more commitment to the scheme and its concerns. Many a time, such promises are not kept but it is obvious that there is need for states and local governments to begin to show more interest in the scheme.
Our prayers will continue to be to the God of creation to direct our noble course, guide our leaders right, help our youths the truth to know, in love and honesty to grow and living just and true, to build a nation where peace and justice reigns. We have come a long way. We have reached our Rubicon and there’s no going back.

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It beats my imagination to realize that some in Europe and some other parts of the world see our Africa as a country. Isn't that disgraceful? This big Africa?
Africa is not a country, it's a continent of 52 different countries with more than 2000 languages.
But why are facts about Africa almost always misrepresented and misunderstood?
Any mention of what was once called The Dark Continent only brings to mind images of WAR-FARMINE-CORRUPTION-DISEASE.

No one has time to mention the 22 Nobel laureates from 9 different African countries.
And guess where 4 of the 10 fastest growing economies in the world are located?
Nope. Not in Europe. Yes, they're in Africa which of course has issues of poverty and inequality like Europe too.
Let's not forget the strength of our manpower as the continent is the fastest growing market for mobile phones and other consumables.

But wait o!
All these growth comes from foreign aid right?
Naaa! Not true.
Infact according to statistics I got off World Bank website, foreign aid represents only 2% of Africa's GDP.
In 2010 Africans living outside the continent sent more cash back to their families at home more than the entire world provided for the continent in foreign aid. It was a $52 Billion against $43 Billion.

How about the plight of poor African women?
Africa has had 7 female presidents - the United States kwanu?
It is now that they are hoping to have one (Iya Clinton) in this 21st century.
Meanwhile Rwanda has the highest proportion of female parliamentarians in the world - its 64% against 29% record in the UK.

So I ask, is it remotely possible that we stop focusing only on the negatives in Africa?
Africa and her writers must change the tide henceforth.
We have what it takes and now is the time because every 60 seconds in Africa a minute passes by.

Back at the university were I was trained in journalism, curricular focus was on both Print and electronic media. Folks were expected to be familiar with both but advised to have a preference based on hands-on skills.[img]

Maybe that's exactly why I don't have any disappointments for This Day's Azuka Ogujiuba (Tiwa's interviewer in that controversial interview) because I understand she was trained for print media and not for electronic media.[img]

What I cannot deal rather, is the unprofessional, unskilled, ill-prepared route taken by Zinnia in her interview with Omawunmi some days ago.
You are an entertainment journalist, with the rare opportunity of having an A-List artiste on your show and your first real question was about the paternity of her children?
Ishi'gi odikwa mma?
As in, which type of Satan attacked your sense of reason?

Zinnia went on to ask why has Omawunmi not featured any African artistes on any of her songs.
What? Are you serious?
How could an interviewer not have known that her guest just had a song where she featured one of Africa's bests- Angelique Kidjo?[img]
I can't believe that (even in this information driven age) a 'journalist' will host an interview without running background checks on the interviewee.
Such interviews should not be treated negligibly. In actual fact, non should.

Another wahala I have with modern Nigerian electronic media is the fake and synthetic accent that is always in use.
My Mom loves to listen to Radio somuch. She loves Nigeria Info and Cool FM. But each time a particular OAP comes on air (Cool FM) she changes the dial. Her take - "I don't like the way she sounds. She's fake."
Don't get it twisted, you should get your pronunciations right but that doesn't mean you should sound like TinkiWinki, Lala, and Poh (if you can ralate).

Call me 'old skool' but that's why I still listen to Radio Rivers 99.1 fm. They may have a cheaper programme content than the other stations (which is my problem with them) but their OAPs are real with distinct/proven abilities to pronounce words like the British without losing their African touch.

Na you dey drive am?
Have you lived with Tonto before?
Do you know her preferences?
Do you usually think or is your brain going Into recession?

Scammer:
Prado for a lady??
Highlander would have been better.

Yes, it is just you. Get some glasses, biko.

missKiffy:
Is it just me, cos the faces of the two ladies look different, so which one is the wife

Don't be stupid. He didn't divorce his wife... She divorced him... She took him to court and asked for the marriage to end.

Airforce1:
Divorcing his wife makes him no super man.

Super divorcee, Yes!

Super man, No!

A TALE OF MESS

The pressure in his bowels was becoming unbearable, as he ran, scouting for a place of refuge, where he could pass out this natural burden. The camp toilets were no option, they had become quite unusable, due to lack of proper maintenance. It must have been the food he ate from the camp’s kitchen. He had always heard how it was necessary to carry a pack of Flagyll to camp, due to the potential havoc that camp food caused; now he was getting a first-hand experience. It was never his intention to eat camp food, but he was caught unawares by his spending spree. His money was all gone, and his mom had promised to send the next day, so he decided to share with his buddy Bayo, who had gone to queue for the evening meal. He wouldn’t be caught dead on the queue, waiting to collect camp food that would taint his image. He could see a shed ahead; it looked like the generator house. There was no time to think, he could feel it coming any minute. Going behind the generator, he bent down, he had no nylon and there was no time to look for anything to bag his waste, so he did the unavoidable, let it all out in sweet release. He had forgotten to carry anything to clean up, in the midst of the rush, he remembered he carried a book; he tore from it and used that quickly. Getting up and adjusting himself, “that was pretty close”, he thought to himself. He looked around to see if there was anyone coming, the coast was clear. Taking one last look at his heap of mess, someone was going to have to clean it, such was life, Ben thought to himself. The stench from his pile of mess had begun to spread, diluting the fresh air that once filled the shed. Cringing his nose, he quickly left the shed putting his mess behind his memories.
The early preparations for the morning devotion and parade were very annoying. Due to the large influx of corpers, there was a rush for everything which included water and a space to bath. One could easily assume that it was a deliberate attempt to punish them for an offense not yet committed, as there seemed to be a constant struggle for everything and anything. “Why can’t the officials make everything available and easily accessible to everyone”, Ben thought to himself, as he joined the long queue for water. He had to wait a whole 45minutes before getting to his turn. He was lucky that his bucket had filled up half way before the tap stopped running. You could hear the loud hissing and sighing from behind as, the corpers on the queue dispersed, searching for other means to get water. At least he had something to use, he will just manage for the morning. Bathing outside was at your own risk because of the two possible side effects; one being caught by the soldiers or two being seen by a girl. Many guys would prefer the latter side effect as the gossips and giggle would die down in a couple of days, but the former wasn’t as welcoming, due to the serious back aching drills the soldiers could put a man through. Ben had a quick wash, scanning every second for any approaching intruder. He was quick enough and fell into line at the parade ground, before the frog jump punishment was dished out to late comers. Ben went through the morning devotion routine not giving much room for reflection on what was being said. To him the National youth service corp exercise was just a total waste of time, not only his thought, most of his buddies thought so too. The camp was annoying but the girls and booze sought of made it interesting. This was their second week on camp, and it was getting quite boring, as all his female conquests had been too easy. They flocked him like bees to honey. He had the two keys to the heart of the ladies: a fine body and money. He was looking for a more spicy game, this time a challenge, something that would hold his attention longer than his previous conquests. He doubted he could get any, but he spotted her amidst the crowd. Who was she? He hadn’t noticed her before now, for all the obvious reasons, she wasn’t his usual type. She was shorter than he would usually go for, darker than his normal taste, make-up close to natural and that aura around her, he couldn’t place it. Then she smiled, that smile, her smile….. his thought was cut short by the loud laughter from behind him. His friend Bayo tapped him “Did u hear that guy?” A bit irritated by the distraction, “What?” “About the shit they found in the generator house.” Ben looked around sort of hoping no one could pick him as the culprit and then composed himself “Really, that so bad! Who could have done that?” Bayo still laughing “I don’t know but whoever did it, is lucky he didn’t get caught.” Ben nodded in agreement. The truth was Ben could not be bothered about it much; he was never responsible for anything.
Being the last child with all his elder siblings sent to boarding school. He was left with the maids as guides and the television as a companion. His parents were busy people and nothing came between them and their careers. That was fine for Ben, as long as he got what he wanted. His parents compensated him with expensive toys and gifts. He was spoiled rotten and there was no one to share it with. When he got in trouble, there was always someone to take the blame; the maids, the drivers, his teachers, even his so called friends; there was just that person around who could easily receive the blame. Ben wouldn’t forget the first time, he bashed a car. It had been on an opening day in school, and parents were inside with other children, no one came with him, except the driver who came to drop him, which was fine by him. His mum had given him some money as compensation. Ben got bored and decided to go back to the car, he met a friend of his, who had gone to pick his mother’s phone from the car. Ben decided that it was a cool opportunity for them to drive and test their skills. There was no going back by the time Ben entered the driving seat, and started the car; he drove straight into the school gate. Oke and Ben sat down while their parents and the principal talked the incident through; apparently Ben’s mum refused to believe her darling boy Ben could have done it, even after witnesses testified to seeing Ben at the driver’s seat. His mum blamed it on the negligence of the teachers and also the bad home training that Oke got. That night Ben got a bowl of ice cream, with enough mothers’ pampering while Oke got a thorough beating from his mother, for bringing such embarrassment to his family. The bills were paid for all damages and as always Ben escaped responsibility.
He spotted her again at the mami-market, this time she walking with a group of friends. They were going to eat; watching them to find out which tent they would pick to have their dinner. He tapped Bayo and told him there was a change in plans that they would be eating in another tent. Getting into the tent, he ordered food for Bayo and himself, and then announced that he would be paying for everyone, those that knew him hailed and praised him, hyping his already bloated ego, but she didn’t even look up at him, just kept eating her meal. Some girls came around his table to say thanks, using the opportunity to flirt a bit with him; it didn’t take them time to realize he wasn’t interested. Her nonchalant attitude towards his display of wealth, pricked at his ego. The biggest slap to his ego was dealt, when she walked past him towards the person selling the food and gave her money for her meal. The lady selling tried to explain that the meal had been covered, but she said she wasn’t aware of that and could pay for her meal, dropping the money on the table she walked out with her friends.
Bayo laughed as she walked away, Ben looked angrily at him “Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?” “Just tell me you did all this just because of her, she’s not even your type.” Ben wasn’t going to reply his annoying friend right now; he needed to get his act together. The food was nothing like what he used to eat in his normal joint, but he had come here to impress and it didn’t even work. He needed to find that girl; he had enough of this food. Getting up, he paid the bill for everyone and left the tent while Bayo came after him still laughing.
It was the last week of camp, just a few days to the end, and all that filled Ben’s entire mind was getting an opportunity to talk to her. He still tried buying her food for her but she would make sure she paid. He wouldn’t give up, he had never lost a conquest before, and he wasn’t going to lose Onome. That was her name; his good friend Bayo did his research. Onome was the church going type, dedicated to her services and church schedules even on camp, she wasn’t the party type. He would attend services just to see her, and he knew he caught her attention by doing that, but she was so busy after service to talk, it was either prayer meeting or counselling. Ben didn’t understand why he still pursued after this chick, maybe it was his ego, or the thirst for something different from his previous conquests, whatever it was, he was going to reach the bottom of this and this beautiful, different Onome, would be his next conquest. Bayo had told him to give up and enjoy the last few days of the camp, but his ego wouldn’t let him think of the possibility of giving up. It was bonfire night, two nights away from the end of camp, all other activities closed early, so that everyone could get their evening meals from their platoons and join the festivities. He spotted her, all smiles, as usual, sitting in the midst of friends. He wasn’t going to miss tonight. “Hi Onome!” she looked up at him, “Hi, how did you know my name”, “Lucky guess” he replied, showing his radiant smile. “My name is……”, “Ben” she cut in, “how did you know?” he asked, “Lucky guess.” she replied in return. His grin was wide, no girl had ever triggered such intense reaction, or probably he just couldn’t remember right now. Anyways the night went on well, her friends all found excuse to leave as if on cue from an invisible director. He sensed Onome’s embarrassment after her last friend took off, but it was cool for him. They talked for a while, as usual he always wanted to take the shine, and tried to trip her with his tales of endless travels and what his money could do. She looked quite bored, but on second thought no girl could get bored with him in the house. He took no notice of how long he had been speaking, not until the whistles went off for lights out. He realized that she had spoken little and he didn’t even know anything about her. “Well, there will be more opportunities after this” he thought to himself. He escorted her towards the girl’s hostel, and bade her goodnight at the male and female boundaries; she gave him a smile and thanks. No hugs just a handshake. Whatever she thought of him was hard to tell, because she was a pretty hard one to read. Happy about his little victory, he joined Bayo in the hostels narrating his success. His tummy felt funny, but he assumed it would pass, but it didn’t, it became worse, he needed a refuge again, excusing himself, he took off to the only place he felt was safe, the generator shed. Getting there on time, he unbuckled and got down to business, his stomach was in such an uproar, that he didn’t pay attention to the approaching footsteps, “Who de there?” the rugged voice came in pidgin. Ben swore underneath his breath, there was no room for escape, he was still going. The stench of his mess gave away his location, “Na you wey de come shit here ehn? Today we don catch you.” the man who must have been the security man went bunkers, when Ben promised him money for his silence from his awkward bent position. “You de craze, so na me go come pack shit for you. You go hear ween today!” Apparently, Ben was in trouble, there was no room for shifting blames, before Ben could call his full name, which wasn’t long, soldiers had been alerted. By this time his system could no longer pass anything. Before he knew it, he was left in his boxers alone. Ben pinched himself, hoping he could wake up from this bad dream, but there was no waking from this nightmare he created, he was then asked to pack his mess into a nylon provided, at first he was reluctant but after two slaps he did as he was commanded. At least he thought that would end but then he was asked to carry his mess on his head, and follow them. He stayed outside the soldiers’ room, with his heap of mess on his head, while he was watched. Ben wished he would die, he even promised God to change, but no mind game he played would change what was happening right now. His only prayer was that he would be let off before morning parade. But he was in for a big shock; he was the scape goat for all those who had defaced the camp with their faeces. He’s punishment would be a story to deter others from such actions in future. The cold he felt disappeared when he realized that his circle of shame was being completed, he was asked to stand on the podium on the parade ground with his heap of mess. Then for the first time in his life, he actually thought of begging for mercy, so he begged, throwing away what was left of the ego he once had. But it all fell on deaf ears, these soldiers meant business. So Ben climbed the podium, wearing his boxers, with his head bowed and heap of shit on his head. The parade ground went from quiet whispers, to loud talks and laughter as his evil deed was narrated and how he was caught. Corpers stretched to see his face, he bent his head, wishing the ground could open up and swallow him, or he could just disappear. He wasn’t allowed down, till after the morning parade, the sun was up and people could identify him easily now. He was finally asked to get down from the podium, he had no clue where to go now that the punishment was over, raising his head up, for the first time in what seemed like forever, he spotted her, Onome, this time she was looking directly at him, eyes locked. Once again he found it hard to read her; he couldn’t dare think of her now, not now when his image had been razed down to utter nothingness. He lost this conquest, he lost her, the weight of the truth hit him hard, lowering his gaze to the ground, he walked past her with his heap of mess, forgetting the possibilities of knowing her like he did before, when he put his mess behind his memories.

uwa1:
Sometyms we need to show some understanding... It might jst be an unknown error to him... Some few letters will make it correct... So let's jst try and be understanding .

When he applies for a job and his employer offers to run through his Facebook wall (cos that's what some of them do these days), make him tell the man to dey understanding abi? And fill in the blank spaces ba?
Lorbish.

[color=#000099][/color]una carry Lagos put for accountant hand. Una never see anything. This is the real definition of chanji.

Clerverly:
Who takes you guys seriously again after all your empty threats before we sent that Useless jonathan to Otuoke!

See useful Cleverly.
Chai. Owu na bustard o!

azimibraun:
Imo state came out clearly and loudly. It's owing just May salary. Can u prove it's more than that? At least I saw the spokeman of the governor on ChannelsTV and the payment was even been processed.

Again, you are fooled.
Onye'ara

azimibraun:
Imo state came out clearly and loudly. It's owing just May salary. Can u prove it's more than that? At least I saw the spokeman of the governor on ChannelsTV and the payment was even been processed.

Again, you are fooled.
Onye'ara

GOATandYAMtheory:
Another trash as usual. I ll begin to take your articles seriously when you begin to praise Buhari's government for things well done. That's how to encourage a government. Even the opposition praises the ruling party @ times. That's politics for you

All you do is criticize , criticize and criticize just to please your ilk on this forum. Its becoming very boring. Change tactics

FYI, the lagoon is ever accommodating

Cc: midolian

Goat and Yam Theory, you are either a goat or a yam. Nothing better. How on earth wil you say yu'll only tke barcanista seriously when he starts praising Buhari...why? For what? If you have sense, you'll deduce meaning from this article. The dude only responded to a Liar Mohammed's comments.

Anyi3:
My brother these people are making nairaland become irrelevant. They just talk nonsense because of party affiliations.

Shatap dia. Onye'ara.
You don't know everyone is entitled to their opinion?

What will it cost for a PGD Mass Communication.
Thanks.

kalan:
Lets talk about

2. The Fees associated with the programme

I see lots of people drop their admission year in year out, due to improper financial planning.

First seek out the correct fees you are to pay for your program. Find out the total fees, the hidden fees, the financial implications.
The form fees and what it will take to cross the whole hurdle.

the 5 stages are:

1. application
2. examination
3. admission
4. registration
5. lectures

each stages has financial implication. Plan for them.

Some courses run for 2 sessions, that means if you are paying N100k per session, you will require N200k plus others.
You need to put all these into consideration.

There is also the need for textbooks, there are other cost like field work, and other tools for science/engineering students.
Generally, its cheap for FUll time students compared to part-time students.


How do you overcome these?

1. Know your course tuition fees and or hidden fees, ask from current or past students, or ask me

2. Look at your finances- who is sponsoring you? yourself?, your partner? or parents, so that you start preparing them for it.
Things are easier if they are budgeted for

3. You too must start making plans for this with your little savings and contributions

4. If your options are very limited - you can do a long term planning towards your education, always believe there is a way out

5. Take action.

The more you put off your Masters because of no time, no money or because you want to go to "Havard" time is tickling away. you should do something while you can.

All the best as you make your decision.

woodcook:
See Abiola face, Yoruba people ugly sha. May his soul and that of Abacha find peace.

Omo no be small something o. These peeps are urg...

adonismuller: if u like blow grammar e no go change my mind.....yimu

Yimu nke'gi

mack111: Obob, na wah for we Nigerians o... Na only u carry wash your vest with d nysc logo with jik/hypo nd detergent, yet u still dey complain say d colour wash commot... Na wah o.

I tire o...me wey use hypo...d tin no comot...imagine...na dem sabi wetin dem use wash it.
Leave dem...they were not informed.

odutope: U jst called som1 ponmo

Tope, na pepper upon injury yu don do so oh!

adonismuller: mine is even torn.....seriously Nigeria is a mess

Thank God that you are Nigeria too.
How can you define your country by the mistake of a single shirt. Okay, your turn is definitely coming...Your turn to lead...only God knows what you will do...We have lost respect for our selves and our nation, Nigeria.
Because of shirt. You were not informed too? Issorait. Continue.

lorreto: That jungle boot is scary.... at least mine is . The boot fit dey waka one side, my leg go dey go another side. I wanna wear my tennis shoe ooo ... I can right

Come! Yu better get your acts together. How wil yur be here and your jungle boots there?
You are in disunity.. unite your self ASAP...
#Sarcasm.
Since everyone is claiming to be sarcastic...make I follow too.

Vig86: Are we going with our loads or we will still come back again after given the ppa? When are we suppose to be expecting our allowance?

Ah ah...no one is holding down your expectations...yu can expect it today...buh will your expectations come to pass
#PrayerPoint1

JayZ55: Hahaha, no o, I got an issue that I am hoping to resolve without going to Osun b4 24th, at least let me hear from an official there if I must go there or he can help.

Okay. I for don fear you oh.

Funbii: He may yet be found guilty. This is only the
verdict as to premeditated murder, but something tells me he will get away all the same.
But its ridiculous, just because he DIDN’T CONFESS, you can’t find him guilty. You consider the evidence and you make the determination based on that. His story was utterly laughable. FAIR?? To whom? Certainly not to that poor woman that he murdered in cold blood. Just another example of a famous, rich man getting away with murdering a woman with little or no consequences.

Stop sounding this way. The girl was even more popular than Oscar. Twas even d trial that made him popular. Yes he killed his gf. According to him, in self defence. Buh d prosecution didn't provide any proof that he planned the attack. That's wat d judge said

GeniusBen: Wadup ppl
TOUCHING EXPERIENCE OF CORPERs
When they said we are going to camp for
3 wks. we were all feeling terrible, goin to a
state you hv neva been, stayin in a military
compound and not seeing the outside
world for 3 wks. Chai.
First was the long journey, our legs hurt
for sitting longer than we eva sat during
travelling.
2nd was the stress we faced registering ,
queues and book of life shii.
3rd, early waking up, parades, drilling,
lectures and Saed, junk food from
kitchen (prisoners food, except
sundays).
After a week, we were blending with the
camp's trend, the biggle don't longer
wake us up, we wake up ourselves
before the biggle.
3rd week, the stress reduced and the fun
was at its extreme position.
We had so much fun. Now we dnt
wanna leave d camp, but the fun was
just for a limited moment. We made
friends that we were nt ready to miss
and get far from. Some met love, some
friends, some connections, .
But all d way, we had a beautiful
experience in the orientation Camp. It
was when we left we realized NYSC
orientation Is the best educational fun.
Now guess what
We've all missed camp. But we can't go
back, now we are missing our new
friends.
*TEARS.
I love all ma fans, those dat
redeploy and those that stayed. Missing
you all.
Ayanma supepe, ayanma ayanma supepe
ayanma!
Coppers We! Waaaaaa!! I pray 4u today,
soonest ur khaki will turn 2 SuitS, Alawi 2
SALARY, jungle boot 2 ITALIAN SHOES,
CDS 2 BOARD MEETINGS, Clearance
Letter 2 CHEQUES. I Hail y'all... kopa
weeeee oooooo

Amen ooooooohhhhhhh

JayZ55: House please I need platoon 2 officer's phone no. Please some1 help, would be very much appreciated.

Wetin u wan do. U wan parade?

Good morning guys!
Please if you hav any contact at NCCF Osun state? Pls I need it. Help me pls. Thnks.

saminduka: Thnks.

Do u hav d contact of any one in NCCF Osun state? Pls I need it.

crimboi: 6 or 7 naim i dey come ... Wave ℓf u tagging wif Ooº°˚ ˚°ºoo

I wave oh