Now the BUS CONDUCTORS are in driving seat. Lets all hang in for a bumpy ride and don't expect to collect your CHANGE

this is massively generous. thanks a lot

really 4 goals in 22 matches is poor bro. what happened to this guy?

Fenerbahce striker Emmanuel Emenike demanded to be substituted after being booed by his own fans during their 1-0 home win over rivals Besiktas.
The Nigeria international reacted angrily to jeers after losing the ball and took his shirt off, storming off the pitch, only be to be talked back on by his coaching staff.
He was replaced at half-time.
Moussa Sow, who scored an injury-time winner, said: "Emenike is very worried. Our fans should raise him up."
Emenike - who is in his second spell at the club - has only scored four goals in 22 league appearances this season for title contenders Fenerbahce.
He joined Fener in 2011 but was linked to a match-fixing scandal, though he was later cleared of any involvement, joining Spartak before playing a game for the Istanbul club.
The striker rejoined the club in 2013.
Senegal striker Sow added: "Our fans should support him. We need him for the title. This season has been tough for Emenike. He would like to contribute to the team.
"He is very eager for success like us but our fans want us to win the games - they are aware of this season's importance."


http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/31991955

Mbaise Towers

Thank you ref...., make Chelsea boys go rest

Tinubu said with the North-West and the South-West — the two most populous geo-political zones — in the hands of the APC, it was certain that the PDP would lose.

Mr Tinubu, let the south west and North West win this election for you. I am watching

NIGERIA ARMY AND NIGERIANS ARE ONE

LONG LIVE NIGERIA

GOD BLESS NIGERIA

Nigerian Army and Nigerians are one

Long live Nigeria

God bless Nigeria

This tank seems to have ran out of fuel hence the keg lying next to it. Doesn't look captured to me

Rocha's built no schools. I ve seen several of them. All that was done was only a block of prefabricated classroom in each school. With dilapidated blocks surrounding the new one. We can't say this means anyone built a school.

Besides, what's the rationale behind giving imolites free education and denying them admission at IMO state university?

I still don't understand giving pupils money for attending school. IMO has always sent their wards to school.

... Then Kerry would take enough time to advise GMB that violence will endanger US Nigeria relationship. That he should advise his men to play by the rules.

Keneking:
I am sure he discharged him quickly..wanting to meet with Buhari as soon as possible.

Click like if you agree that he would spend maximum of 2hours with GEJ and more than 6hours with GMB and even do dinner with the APC Team.

Guys, you are not better than this woman. Please show some maturity and leave her alone.

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That bank is gross, so much arrogance.

Imagine double billing someone on search fee and refusing to cancel the wrong billing. Worse they keep billing him monthly for "debit interest capitalized"


My guy being sharp just left the account for them.


After all there are many fishes in the air and many birds in the ocean.

Even the bible frowns at casting gold at swines

Either APC or PDP or both is to be blamed

I like Russians, but not the ones that are high on vodka like Putin. Putin is a master chess player and will outwit Jonathan any day. Caution is the word

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Keep it up.

Optimist

- Author Unknown

In order to better understand people’s views of the world, a researcher once placed two children, one a pessimist and the other an optimist, alone in separate rooms.

The pessimist was placed in a colourful room full of all kinds of imaginative toys, while the optimist was put in a room filled with horse manure.

The first child played in the room for a little while, but soon came to the door asking to leave because the toys were boring and because they broke too easily.

Likewise, the young optimist soon came to the door, but rather than asking to leave, she asked for a shovel.

Of course, the researcher asked the child why she wanted a shovel.

She replied, “With all this manure around, I know that there must be a pony in here somewhere.”

Life is as you choose see it.

Meditation: But they have not all obeyed the gospel. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed our report?” - Romans 10:16

Circles of Love

By Joseph J. Mazzella

It was over 20 years ago. I was holding my baby son in my arms while my two other children played under a big tree in the front yard of an old house. The house was also a local food bank and I was watching my children while my wife went in. I had been laid off work for a long time and we were out of food. I tried to laugh as my children chased each other around the tree but my heart was too heavy. Despair hung around me like a cloud. All I could feel was fear. Finally my wife came out holding a large bag of food and we smiled at each other. Thanks to the kindness of others our children would not go hungry that night.

It was yesterday. I found myself outside the doors of another food bank. Thanks to the kindness of a kindred spirit I had some extra money in my wallet and a longing to share this gift with others. I went to the local grocery store and bought what I could with what I had. Then I carried in the bags of food to help restock the food bank’s sparse shelves. The people there thanked me several times, but I felt a little embarrassed as I accepted their gratitude. I was, after all, only completing a circle of kindness that began over twenty years ago.

This world is full of circles of love. Every smile we share, thing we give, and act of kindness we do flows out from us to touch others. Then it continues on going from heart to heart and soul to soul until it circles the world and returns to us again. I was just happy to take my place in one of those circles yesterday and to pass on the loving-kindness that had been shared with me.

Don’t be afraid to take your own place in these circles of love. A kind word, a caring smile, a gentle touch, a helping hand, or a simple act of charity can change another’s life and this world as well. Circle all of your days with love then. Love will warm your heart. Love will bring you joy. Love will spiral you to Heaven and always lead you back to God.

Meditation: Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. - 1 John 4:7

True Meaning of Grace

Author Unknown

The boy stood with back arched, head cocked back and hands clenched defiantly. “Go ahead, give it to me.” The principal looked down at the young rebel. “How many times have you been here?”

The child sneered rebelliously, “Apparently not enough.” The principal gave the boy a strange look. “And you have been punished each time, have you not?”

“Yeah, I been punished, if that’s what you want to call it.” He threw out his small chest, “Go ahead I can take whatever you dish out. I always have.”

“And no thought of your punishment enters your head the next time you decide to break the rules does it?”

“Nope, I do whatever I want to do. Ain’t nothin’ you people gonna do to stop me either.”

The principal looked over at the teacher who stood nearby. “What did he do this time?”

“Fighting. He took little Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox.”

The principal turned to look at the boy, “Why? What did little Tommy do to you?”

“Nothin, I didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at me, just like I don’t like the way your lookin’ at me! And if I thought I could do it, I’d shove your face into something.”

The teacher stiffened and started to rise but a quick look from the principal stopped him. He contemplated the child for a moment and then quietly said, “Today my young student, is the day you learn about grace.”

“Grace? Isn’t that what you old people do before you sit down to eat? I don’t need none of your stinkin’ grace.”

“Oh but you do.” The principal studied the young man’s face and whispered. “Oh yes, you truly do…”

The boy continued to glare as the principal continued, “Grace, in its short definition is unmerited favor. You cannot earn it, it is a gift and is always freely given. It means that you will not be getting what you so richly deserve.”

The boy looked puzzled. “Your not gonna whup me? You just gonna let me walk?” The principal looked down at the unyielding child. “Yes, I am going to let you walk.”

The boy studied the face of the principal, “No punishment at all? Even though I socked Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox?”

“Oh, there has to be punishment. What you did was wrong and there are always consequences to our actions. There will be punishment. Grace is not an excuse for doing wrong.”

“I knew it,” Sneered the boy as he held out his hands. “Let’s get on with it.” The principal nodded toward the teacher. “Bring me the belt.” The teacher presented the belt to the principal. He carefully folded it in two and then handed it back to the teacher. He looked at the child and said. “I want you to count the blows.” He slid out from behind his desk and walked over to stand directly in front of the young man. He gently reached out and folded the child’s outstretched, expectant hands together and then turned to face the teacher with his own hands outstretched. One quiet word came forth from his mouth. “Begin.”

The belt whipped down on the outstretched hands of the principal. Crack! The young man jumped ten feet in the air. Shock registered across his face, “One” he whispered. Crack! “Two.” His voice raised an octave. Crack! “Three…” He couldn’t believe this. Crack! “Four.” Big tears welled up in the eyes of the rebel.

“OK stop! That’s enough. Stop!” Crack! Came the belt down on the callused hands of the principal. Crack! The child flinched with each blow, tears beginning to stream down his face. Crack! Crack! “No please”, the former rebel begged, “Stop, I did it, I’m the one who deserves it. Stop! Please. Stop…”

Still the blows came, Crack! Crack! One after another. Finally it was over. The principal stood with sweat glistening across his forehead and beads trickling down his face. Slowly he knelt down. He studied the young man for a second and then his swollen hands reached out to cradle the face of the weeping child. Then the words were softly uttered from…… (may the reader discern)… “Grace…”

Meditation: This is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief. 1 Timothy 1:15

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I Will Move the Rock

by Cindy Lu

A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man He had work for him to do and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might.

This the man did, day after day. For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, Satan decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man’s mind such as: “You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn’t budged. Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it.”

Thus giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure, these thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man even more. “Why kill myself over this?” he thought. “I’ll just put in my time, giving just the minimum effort, and that will be good enough.”

And that he planned to do until one day he decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord. “Lord,” he said, “I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?”

To this the Lord responded compassionately, “My friend, when I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewed and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven’t moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done.

“I, my friend, will now move the rock.”

At times when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him. By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but it is still God who moves the mountains.

Meditation: So Samuel said: “Has the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, As in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, And to heed than the fat of rams. - 1 Samuel 15:22

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Daily Dew Devotional


Information, Please

Author Unknown

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person — her name was “Information, Please” and there was nothing she did not know.

“Information, Please” could supply anybody’s number and the correct time. My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I hacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone!

Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

“Information.”

“I hurt my finger,” I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me.” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could. “Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information, Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called and told her the sad story.

She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child, but I was inconsolable. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.” Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone. “Information, Please.” “Information,” said the now familiar voice. “How do you spell fix?” I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.

When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information, Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information, Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, “Information.”

I hadn’t planned this but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.” I laughed. “So it’s really still you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls.” I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” She asked.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally has been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Is this Paul?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you.” The note said, “Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Meditation: For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself. - Romans 14:7

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Daily Dew Devotional6/20
Lesson of the Goose
5 days ago
- Author Unknown

As each goose flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird behind it. By flying in a V-formation, the whole flock adds 71 percent more flying range than if each bird flew alone.

Lesson: People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier when they are travelling on the thrust of one another.

When a goose gets sick, wounded, or shot down, two geese drop out of formation and follow it down. They stay with the goose to help and protect it until it is able to fly again or dies. Then they launch out with another formation to catch up with the flock.

Lesson: If we have as much sense as geese, we will stand by each other.

Whenever a goose falls out of the formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to fly alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.

Lesson: If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed where we want to go.

When the lead goose gets tired, it rotates back into the formation and another goose flies at the point position.

Lesson: It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership.

The geese in formation honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.

Lesson: We need to make sure our honking from behind is encouraging- -not something less than helpful.

Meditation: Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise, Which, having no captain, Overseer or ruler, Provides her supplies in the summer, And gathers her food in the harvest. - Proverbs 6:6-8

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Lots of motivational items. Makes a souL nourishing read

- Author Unknown

Rule #1. Life is not fair — get used to it!

Rule #2. Eat an elephant, but one bite at a time.

Rule #3. To better your lot, you have to be a lot better.

Rule #4. If you have a friend, learn to talk to each other instead of about each other.

Rule #5. True love isn’t Romeo and Juliet who died together, it’s Grandmom and Granddad who grew together.

Rule #6. Life is not a movie. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to work.

Rule #7. Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

Rule #8. Never give up on something you really want. It’s difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret.

Rule #9. If you can’t get someone off your mind, they are probably supposed to be there.

Rule #10. Be yourself. No matter how hard you try; you will fail trying to please everyone.

Rule #11. Never be a prisoner of your past. Be the architect of your future.

Rule #12. Don’t wait for a perfect moment. Take the moment and make it perfect.

Rule #13. Recognize there is a huge difference between failing at something you do and being a failure as a person.

Rule #14. Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles, it empties today of its strength.

Rule #15. If finding a perfect person is what will make you happy, then you will never be happy.

Rule #16. Never make a permanent decision on temporary feelings.

Rule #17. You can make the world better by making your life better. Remember, “We are the world”.

Rule #18. In life, there are some people you’ll have to lose in order to find yourself.

Rule #19. Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.

Rule #20. Be strong enough to stand alone, smart enough to know when you need help, and brave enough to ask for it.

Rule #21. To get ahead, take steps.

Rule #22. Listen to people but never lose your voice.

Rule #23. Accept what you cannot change. Change what you can.

Meditation: For the commandment is a lamp, and the law a light; Reproofs of instruction are the way of life. - Proverbs 6:23

Cut hubby some slack. If you don't trust him why marry him. Don't set fire to your own house.
Guess you follow him up and down to ensure he does not unleash the dragon. Good luck to you.

I dont trust this news coming from cameroun

Linda is getting more popular by the minute.

Shame to bad people...

Just got Confirmed reports that Linda Ikeji will launch lindaikejionline.com today. I like the resilience of this lady.

Googles war with the popular blogger on choice Nigeria online advertising is making her come tops with Google scalded.

Who said a young entrepreneur can't take on the worlds greatest Internet corporation. A lesson for us all to aim for the heavens and not wait to be employed. Everyone has a fighting chance.

I salute the this amazon of our time.

Is there in wrong in investigating this building collapse. Hey, we could learn from the report on the collapse and hence prevent such occurance in the fuTure. We could save more lives too.

A proper investigation should be conducted. And it should not be targeted at TB.

Culpability should be addressed as proscribed by the law. But the greater benefit should be about keeping Nigeria and nigerians safe.