selflover:
lol Maybe you have your own different way but I saw that more as sacrifice to make me fine. I think I appreciate that[b] more than money[/b]

selflover:
Jesus!!! Me that was sleeping I only woke up occasionally to tell him to sleep. Keep fighting for your fellow and don't goan learn how to be romantic

MissRaine69:

But it’s not like you did not now this was the situation before? You walked into a messy situation and yokbare the third wheel here.
Like I said she is keeping you close as the rebound guy.

folake4u:



Lol, probably.

folake4u:




Lwkmd .

But the guy wasn't forced now .

folake4u:




Oga no be quarrel na. Some guys are caring that's all.

MariaLavina:
Thats funny

I won't be bias, it's very simple treat everyone with respect. Life will be better

MariaLavina:
Yes I do..

why does that sound like a marriage vow

selflover:
hello nairalanders, lets share our experiences what is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you.
As for me, i slept in a guy's place for the first time, no light, no gen and there was heat. he unbelievably fanned me with hand fan till day break while i slept peacefully
Lets have yours

tspouse:
pls understand .I trust her but u know.it can't just be 100% .this is the of internet we read everyday about relationship catastrophes

AntiBrutus:
Yes, it is a very good reason for you to be bothered.
Don't always mistake that act for courtesy, especially with her subsequent actions.

Or she is only playing it safe.
i.e, it's better the phone is switched off and she explains to her numerous callers later. Than it rings and she won't pick, or pick and won't be able to flow well with the conversation. Thus raising your suspicion.

MariaLavina:
Some broke skeleton looking fool feeling fly.

Dude wanna trend

Preshy561:
not our NL guys

gaby:

almost 20 years ago bro..1999

Theonlycoolmonk:


Just a thought since you are in the media business maybe you can help to get him share is story with the world. I don't know how things work in the media industry and what you guys consider news worthy but to an untrained eyes like mine I think it is worth given a try.

Angel1696:
Mind was on 13/09/2013 my ex girl friend birthday we had an accident while going home, later in the night around 11 pm when we were searching for her phone so I remember that her phone might have fell off on the spot where we had an accident so I went out that night in search of her phone under a heavy rainfall what my eyes saw that night while coming back around 12:30 am was a raw witch standing in front of us( me and bike man) there was unexplainable fear,tension fell on us and we were one minute away from been destroyed by the witch in a junction along ikot osurua in ikot ekpene LGA but God save me twice so that day 13/09/2013 that was on Friday will ever remain fresh in my memory like it happened yesterday

gaby:


Yup i'm Edo but your comment was going kinda stereotypical seeing in my group alone we had Igbo,Yoruba,Edo etc.

Yep made it to Spain and beyond.

TiffanyJ:

Whatever are you thinking?

gaby:


sabi pikin

Ellabae:
Lol believe me my dad is the best. Nd I am coping very well maybe because he didn't remarry.

gaby:
This is going to make a long read though but here we go..

The story about a day i'll never forget..

The year was 1999 and i was just 21,had dropped out of college and decided to migrate for economic reason from my home state in Nigeria.

With no pre-requisites nor sufficient finance to go legal by obtaining a visa and flying,i opted to travel by land through the desert onwards Spain via Moroco. There was however a snag as all i had was a map and a sketch of how and where to change vehicles at specific towns in each country i’ll be passing through. Fortunately on the night i was to board the check out bus from my small town of Benin City enroute Katsina State bordering Nigeria and Niger Republic,half the passengers on the bus turned out to be making the same journey so we all naturally gelled and formed a group.

We got to the border town the next morning and got smuggled into a vehicle that took us further into Niger Republic specifically to a town called Agadez.We did a couple of more days there until we got the next connection to smuggle us through the Sahara desert into a town (Tamaransett) in Algeria. Pertinent to note here that the ultimate target of our journey was to hit Morroco from where we can either Climb accross the razor fences seperating Morocco from either of Spain’s enclave of Ceuta and Mellila both on mainland Morocco.This is actually like crossing from Mexico into the US.

A lot happened on the travel through the Sahara as we did the journey in three days.From co travellers collapsing and been abandoned in the desert to having to survive on our urines. Travelling through the desert we did come upon a couple of human skeletal remains of a couple of unfortunate travellers.

Not to bore you folks with my epistle so i’ll leave out much of what i went through on the journey and continue from when we got into Moroccan territory or the border between Morocco and Algeria in a town called Magniya.Everybody journeying through that route actually get together at this jungle-a valley actually where we set up camps and wait to make up a certain acceptable number for the smugglers to take us on the journey by foot through the woods,deserts and jungles of Morroco to evade the authorities.On a good day with a good guide who knows the route well that’ll be a 2 weeks or thereabouts journey on foot.

So on this day my group and i got prepped to embark on this journey.We had gotten our standard supplies of barguettes,sardines and milk to survive on just enough not too heavy to burden us on the long walk.

We journey only at nights for cover.On the first night we covered a couple of km’s in between some guys and ladies already dropping by the way side not able to keep up pace and exhausted,nobody even cares it’s either you ship in or ship out. So we continued until i eventually took a short rest and afterwards got sperated from the group and i knew not what way to continue on.

Out of frustration,hunger and desperation i decided to come out of the woods in broad day not a single scare of the police as i would have gladly ran to them at this point if for nothing at all just for something to eat and a place to sleep.I started begging for food from some locals who were so kind God bless them.These locals will actually get into trouble with the authorities if it becomes public knowledge that they are habouring or didnt report seeing an alien.But these guys will take me in,make me ‘shai’ morrocan tea and bread then hide me until night time then show me how to go and avoid the cops.

So i continued until i got to Nador.This town actually borders Mellila one of the spanish Territories on Morrocan soil.Meanwhile as a group,our original destination was Rabat where we have a decent population of fellow immigrants on the same journey,where we could gather and map out the next strategy on how to cross into spain either by ferry on. a dingy across the atlantic/mediterranean or scaling the razor fences.

When i arrived Nador i was lost for how to proceed being alone.Mind you it was 2 weeks plus already since i got seperated from my group.I hadn’t showered all these while so you can imagine what i was like. While thinking about my life and how to proceed a bike drove up to me and asked i hopped on,i was hesitant but he insisted and i obliged.He drove me for about 5 kilometres and stopped then asked me to keep left and climb a super mountain across that if i did that and kept to my left i’ll get close to the razor fence.

I thanked him and started on the journey of climbing the huge mountain.From my reckoning i started ascending at about past 8pm when the.man dropped me and when i got to the peak of the mountain where i could see all around Nador and also look into the spanish territory it must have taken me about 3 hours but i became so fired up that at least i’m close to spain.

While i was still basking in the euphoria of my new found luck and planing on where to attack from,the heavens gave way and it started raining cats and dogs with no where to take shelter.

I decided to just keep walking with no particular direction until i happened on a cemetry.When i got to the cemetry at about 12–1 am i couldn’t hold it any longer.I just broke down and started crying my hearts out thinking about my family and friends and how no one knows where i am at what i was passing through. Afterall and the rain had subsided i hadn’t the will to continue that night i just laid on the closest grave to me and prayed for the person resting there.

Pretty tough journey i must confess but had to leave out most parts for easy reading.

Thats it folks a lil story about my life.

Thanks for your time and for reading.

dexcira

TiffanyJ:
The day I was told my step father was dead. If my mum could read my mind, she would have been dismayed.

Ellabae:
yea that's it

Ellabae:
That was the day I was given a choice to choose who to follow after my parent messy divorce. That's day I saw my mum cry but I had to choose my dad.

highqueen:
why would any sensible lady want to date a broke ass boy In this contemporary age..

fvkck it!!!dude work your ass up while I do same...we shall meet when you become rich...


most broke boys will hate it,,but that's the truth...they will come with the consoling sermons about how they won't leave their gf who suffered with them..believe that shiit at your own peril..only 1% of them keep to it...

khiaa:


Catholic!!!

roarik:
God i reget this type of man anytime i am about to get married..in Jesus name. amen

Annibel:


hahahahahah tell me something