₦airaland Forum

Thanks.

fashoga: @seun...please what happened 2 Nairalist!

We'll get back to it soon enough. Nairalist will thrive again in the future.

FXKing2012: I dont know abt mobile users but it's just not it on my laptop. It's less attractive and finding posts is straining to the eyes. I cant afford to spend as much time as I used to cos this is torturous.

I'm at a loss about what to do about the colors. Should I make the colors darker?

eghost247: and please if anything bring back updated topics.

Followed is almost exactly like Updated Topics, but more flexible.

bigx: Terrible, Honestly.
It looks like its being optimized to load faster but
1.) The colours hurt my eyes
2.) The fonts are too small
3.) Everything looks disorganized...

I'm off here

Which phone and which browser are you using? We'll find a way to make the fonts larger if necessary.

ekt_bear: Looks like no preview button anymore also?

It seemed rather redundant since you can just edit your post if you notice a mistake.

maclatunji: Does this mean the old nairaland is dead and buried? What next for Nairaland after this?

We'll be trying out new features regularly, and keeping the good ones. Because we wrote the software ourselves, we understand it very well and can add new features at will without having to worry about breaking backward compatibility.

maclatunji: Does this mean the old nairaland is dead and buried? What next for Nairaland after this?

We'll be able to add new features on a weekly basis, because this code is truly ours.

pDude: It sucks. Has no html view. Seems I'm gonna be visiting here less often

Can you explain what you mean by HTML view? The new site is designed to look good on laptops and phones.

Hello Guys,

"Nairaland 2.0" aka "New Nairaland" aka "NL2" is now the default version of Nairaland. What do you think? Ask me any question and I'll post the answer on this thread.

Best Regards,
Seun Osewa.

Is this good for Nigeria's sovereignty when a foreign leader can order Nigeria's president around on what to do on Nigerian soil

(1) GEJ was not "ordered".
(2) Can you explain exactly how it would threaten our sovereignty if he was?

neymar11:
The siphon nigerians of their cash and transfer all to there country. Mtn don't have any solid structure in Nigeria. Most of there assets are on lease. In 2010 they made over 500 million naira profit with out nigerians enjoying from it. [img]http://www.egala.info/g.php[/img]

Dude. The people they rent their assets from are Nigerians. The vast majority of their employees are Nigerians. They pay tax to the Nigerian government. They provide telecoms services to Nigerians. Their contractors are Nigerian companies. And I bet they have quite a few Nigerian shareholders. So how can you say that Nigerians did not "enjoy from" their success? There's a lot to criticize about MTN, but making a just and legal profit is not one of those things.

And there's nowhere else to run to.

Noted. Thanks.

Why should they send ANYONE to the state?

Most of them will accept the 10% charge. Unlike traders, their profits don't come from huge volumes and thin margins. LOL at the image of "passing around POS machines"

What if his behavior problems are due to health issues, and what if that's why he isolates himself?

Actually, it's a very good question. The problem is that very few people have attended or lectured at more than one university, so it's very difficult for them to say this university is better than this other university. But it's a very good question, and I hope some people are able to help find the right answer.

@yamakuza: Competing with Nairaland is something even I do not look forward to. :-)

Wow, the naira is strengthening?

Supreme Court upholds elections of Rochas Okorocha (APGA) and Emmanuel Uduaghan (PDP) as governors of Imo and Delta (NAN) - @MobilePunch

Supreme Court has upheld the election of Delta and Imo state governors . - @Channels_TV

This is either a joke or simply good marketing. I want to get me some graduate plantain.

We may end up doing that. I feel maintaining more than one look is not the way to go.

People don't want it, so what can I do? I'm not foolish enough to force change on people.

THE CHURCH

Part 1- Cunni-lingus and those disciples of sin.

The Church was beginning to grow quiet as the drummer put his sticks away. The pastor approached the pulpit looking quite dapper in his lime green shirt and brown Khaki pants. The rustling sound of paper could be heard as the faithful cooled themselves in spite of the wheezing age old air conditioner that rattled out dry air. The praise session had been a rigorous one. We had twisted our bodies and stamped our feet, egged on by the slim built lead chorister who belted out a gospel song based on the famous dance of king David of old Israel. No one wanted the curse of Micah.

Finally the noise died down completely and as if on cue, the pastor lifted his eyes from the big black Bible spread on the lectern.

“Today, the Holy Spirit asked me to preach to the youths of this Church.” A grave expression clouded his usually open and friendly face. He looked towards the direction where I sat with a dozen other lip stick smacked students who were doing their best not to be the subject of a Holy Spirit induced sermon with heavily lashed eyes and bright reds and pinks on their cheeks.

“Many young people in this Church engage in pre marital sex.” Again he looked at us, damning us before we had a chance to protest our innocence. “And not only do they engage in this sin, ” he continued, stepping down from the pulpit towards the aisle. “They have gone deep into the sin of cunni-lingus.” His face contorted with disgust.

“Cunni wetin?” A voice whispered beside me. I turned to stare into the pencil lined eyes of my friend. A thousand words flashed through my mind.

“I’ll tell you later.” I promised. I had a few colourful words to explain the subject of the day’s sermon but a fire breathing God was the last person I wanted to mess with.

“….These ignorant souls do not know that this practice originated from idol worshipping nations and is a snare to their souls.” The pastor’s voice rose to a battle cry and he pumped his fist and stamped his feet to explain the anger of God. I heard some shifting and looked to my right. Two young men in stiff looking shirts sat beside a middle aged woman with flower patterned dress and eyebrows that were drawn towards her forehead with the help of a black eye pencil. The woman nodded enthusiastically at the Pastor. She followed his every expression with perfection. Grimace for grimace. Head shake for head shake. Sigh for sigh.

Thirty minutes later, the sweat patches at the underarm of the pastor’s shirt meant he was spent. Finally, he sighed out his invitation to redemption.

“If there is anybody here who has been a victim of this evil spirit and would like to rededicate his or her life to God.” He looked around the Church, thankfully leaving out our lipstick section. “Please step forward.”

Ten seconds passed and the pastor stood alone with his microphone. Just when I thought the worst was over, somebody brushed past me. I looked up to see the handsome thirty something year old man I had passed on my way in. He walked towards the pastor and stopped. Then he made a slow U-turn and faced the congregation, backing the pastor. Then something strange happened. As if responding to a signal, more people poured into the aisle and approached the pulpit. I sat up in my chair in surprise. All the people standing less than ten inches away from me were all men.

“Tell me jor.” My friend insisted in a furious whisper, looking confused. “What is their sin?”

This time I didn’t hesitate. “Mouth action.” I wrote on my Sunday school note.

I watched my friend’s eyes grow round in surprise as she looked at the note I held out to her. Then she began to smile. I nudged her and blinked twice at her with a solemn expression. In our sign language that meant be serious! She ignored me and looked at the men before her with interest. I kicked her. She kicked me back. I gave up and began to listen to the pastor intercede for the men in front of the Church.

“Father!” The pastor began in a loud wail. My friend picked my note off my lap. I watched her scribble something with the pen between its pages. She passed the note back to me. I read with a straight face. "Honestly, this one is serious advertisement this pastor is doing o! I swear those guys are not repenting anything. They are showing themselves to the chicks in this Church. This pastor sef!"

I closed the note and exhaled slowly. The prayer had come to an end. One by one, the men filed past us. The handsome one. The first one who stepped to answer the alter call. Our eyes met and I could swear I saw him smirking. I quickly turned away from his eyes and focused on the pulpit. Now the pastor was singing, an expression of sweet release on his face. I looked at my friend. I wondered if she was right. The man of God had not won any new converts. He had just given the spotlight to very unrepentant disciples of sin who winked at the girls in his lipstick section.

From Umari Ayim's Facebook Page.

This is what happens when moral hypocrites refuse to permit the legalization of safe abortion.

Funny

VIN please?

What's the VIN?

Can you post a picture of the car?

Bump

Front view please. Thanks.