₦airaland Forum

udysweet:
Idumota is one part,you hav apongbon,balogun and the rest. Depending on what you're buying. Idumota is just like a general name for one part of it,there's dosunmu,idumagbo for those whoo wants to buy wristwatches in bulk,oluwole is der too leading to mandilas were u can buy wears also to broad street for suits and the rest,evn tinubu square.D dosunmu deals on baby items,jewelry(used to go there and buy chains,earrings pendants and other items I sold when I was in school),watches,electronics,female items like bra,pants,nighties etals(there's a corner called"whoro pedro)then boxer,singlets,hankies and a whole lot. Idumota is also hub for movie marketer(all the movies you need are sold mostly from there)likes of ebinpejo lane,nnamdi azikwe road etc.For those who wants to buy provisioons,head to oke arin,all d way down(u can assess it coming frm apongbon too)balogun deals wit ankara george lace(idumota sells too) wrapper ,female dresses shoes and one or two other item. The other side covers cosmetics and weavons and a few other tins. For those who wants to sell slippers,rubber and fancy ones plus a few others,jus before you descend to were is called "eyin eyo" by the foot bridge to the right,dats their depot. So lagos island as a whole,stocks all,so long you know were you're going,lol!
Tradefair is there too,I don't really knw there much I only go to were I buy my beading items and cosmetics. Its very vast so one needs to knw were one is goin to get directions else u go lost,lol! And did I forget,there's ebute ero for all d tin tomatoes,spag,veg oil and the rest,then there's holloway and one other place if u need pots,plate,cups and household items.
Phew that was an epistle! Did I miss out anytin?if I did its because I'm human and not God so I can't know everytin ,lol

You know the place like money lol . Straight total package.

Are you sure you don't have a shop there.

Ezarazo:
This one na news too?

Ol boy were una see this Mercy Johnson childhood foto lol

Mandyfrizz1:
please oo is idumota the same as Lagos market? on CMS , if not please direct me . from Ikeja

Yes. Idumota is the same as Lagos market. The Locals call it Idumota or eko. Outsiders call it Lagos.

Luizkid:
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StoneColdBiceps:
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I have problem changing odds in multiple bet as the platform won't show amount grid. It will break it to singles.

WalkerMichael:
Hardworking Ladies like this should be celebrated, honestly. God bless her and her works.

She posted the below on Facebook,

"Farming is really a tough but enjoyable work to do. I cant imagine myself buying 13 cups of garri 400 naira when i am physically and mentally fit to go to farm."

See pictures below:

Cool. I like it. but please don't go and pick up injury cos scare and other body injuries no dey good for ladies

lucarella:
Contrary to what we all thought, according to the MD, Shareholders, interest and the Government contributed to the fall of HITV. Read.



https://www./hitv-101-oluwatoyin-subair?trk=hp-feed-article-title-comment

Coming out to share your (His) experience has done it all. Humility (check), Sincerity (check), lesson learn (check). BUT i hope He is debt free because that alone is cancerous. Go and live again to fulfill your next call. You are a trail blazer, a pioneer and you have a dogged spirit to fight a monster that is supported by cancerous political bathrobe. Cruising in those choice cars sent wrong signals, you should have buried it in your garage and drive around in prado or land cruiser jeeps, those are conventional cars for start up CEOs. Great experience Mr. Subair.

sisisioge:
Wow, those rams can eat anything! Pls where do u stay? You won't believe I don't have any Muslim friends. It looks like the meat might pass me by o.

My location is gbagada Lagos, biko confirm yours.

All this gbagada babes na only De prince we dey see una. Meet me for De prince tomr make we find ram chop. I dey new garage.

LegendDrogba:
I am not a writer and I don't intend being one, so please just pay attention and you will definitely understand this my life story. My life is playing out before me like a nollywood movie and am so confused right now.
I finished service late last year and got a job early this year in an oil&gas marketing firm in Port Harcourt. Everything were going fine until July this year, my immediate boss called me to his office one good day and informed me that chairman(owner of the firm) would like to see me the next day, he asked me to be in the office as early as possible. Now prior to this time, I had been opportuned to see the chairman once, can't really remember what necessitated our meeting but immediately he saw me I could see surprises written over his face. He stared at me for a while, it was as if he saw a ghost. The day we were to meet came, dressed like never before and I made sure I was smelling nice, got to the office and discovered he was already in the office. 30mins after my arrival, I was sent a message that the chairman was ready to see me,got to his office, do I need to tell you that I was scared as hell. He asked me to sit, then after staring at me for about 10 seconds, he asked me of my full name, told him, by now my armpits were already getting wet. I became apprehensive when he started asking me about my personal family background, my state of origin,local govt, grand parents and even went as far as asking me if my dad was alive. I was surprised though but in all honesty I told him everything about me. I could see a smile in his face after hearing me, he then asked me to leave that he would call me again when he needs me. 2 days later, my boss called again that Chairman was around and he wants me in his office immediately, got to his office, he was with somebody, the person sitting in his front meaning the person was backing me. I greeted him, not even minding who was with him, was probably scared of what Mr chairman wanted this time around. In a split of seconds, I saw my chairman telling the other person sitting.. "Austin see your lost brother" fellow nairalanders, immediately this man turned to me, sitting in front of me was an advance or should I say a matured version of my humble self,though he was chubby and keeps afro, unlike myself that was still growing and also keeps low cut. He was an exact replica of me, he called me by my tribal name, now nobody aside my mom calls me by that name. He asked me to come closer, he hugged me,within a twinkling of an eye, he was shedding tears. He asked me of my mom, where have I been and all sorts of questions I can't really remember now. I could not even answer any one of the questions, you sure know how I was feeling now, didn't even know what waproduct on. He thanked our chairman, with the way they were joking and talking, it was obvious they were childhood friends... I was asked to sit and I immediately turned to one sort of a new born baby the way this man was talking to me, holding my hands,rubbing my hair and telling me how grandma would be so happy to see me. Didn't even know what brought my boldness back, I immediately asked him, who are you sir and whats going on here? He paused and looked at me and told me was my late dad's brother, he was my uncle. I stood up immediately and freed myself from his grip, dashed out of the office and headed to my house immediately without even carrying my back pack from my office since my phone was in my pocket. Called my mom and explained everything to her, she ordered that I take the next available flight back to Lagos. Was getting ready when i heard a knock on my door, my colleague in the office walked in, followed by our chairman and the 'sudden uncle'.

MY CHILDHOOD STORY.
Let me quickly take you back to my story, I was a product of teenage pregnancy, mom was rejected by my dad's family, she was only supported by my dad and his immediate brother, others were against my dad accepting his responsibility, even my mom's family rejected her with the excuse that she has brought shame to the family. In all of this, my dad and his immediate brother stood by my mom, rented an apartment for her and visits her often. Long story cut short, my mom gave birth to me and her family accepted her back. According to my mom, my dad was a comfortable young man then in the early 1990s cause he was a tanker driver. Tragedy struck when I was 2months old, my dad died in an accident. My mom was left to cater for me alone, though she was being assisted by my dad's brother. In all of this, my dad's other siblings and parents did not one day pay my mom a visit or even asked of me. All of this was explained to me after my mom was embarrassed by my dad(step-dad) younger ones after a disagreement they had with my step-dad. I was 18 before I knew that the man I grew up with to know as my dad was not really my Dad, my siblings were surprised to also know that we don't share the same father. My step-dad was such a nice man that I didn't lack anything, prior to his fight with his siblings, I was regarded as the first born, he was responsible for my schooling from nursery to university level, we were nine in the family and also a one big united and happy family. Even after the fight with his siblings, nothing changed at all, aside my surname that my mom advised me to change. I started bearing my dad's family name.

BACK TO PRESENT
now fellow nairalanders, here's the problem, my uncle (my dad immediate brother)has suddenly found me through my office and chairman, several family meeting has been held, they(my dad's family) want me back, they said they wants me to further my academic career abroad, take full responsibility of what they didn't do when I was kid. All they need is for my mom to forgive them, and let them have access to me when they want and also be a part of their family cause that was the promise they made to my dad a year after his demise. My mom's family has also joined them in pleading with my mom, my mom has sworn not to forgive any of them for what they did to her when she was a teenager. All of this happened (my mom's ill treatment happened in my mom's village back then before she relocated to Lagos and remarried. Now my mom has threatened to disown me and lay a curse on me if I dare accept them as my uncles or aunts or have anything to do with them. They are stinkingly rich cause my dad's immediate brother is into oil business and he has promised to sponsor my siblings (step-siblings) to university level, my step-dad has declined this offer, telling them he could take care of his family and he does not need anybody's help.He (step-dad) has refused to say anything concerning my dilemma, he told me i was a grown man now and should take responsibility for my life and make the best decisions I feel suitable.
Fellow nairalanders am at a cross road here, am confused and don't know what to do, presently am in with an uncle (mom's brother) my career has been haulted, am just confused and need your advises. What should I do? My mom is on my neck, sane with dad's family members. From the numerous family meetings, I got to know that am the only grand child in the family, non of my dad's siblings has given birth despite some of them being married for up to 10years now. They are six in numbers and four are married with no kids... Am the only hope(for now) of sustaining the family name.


I just need your input, how do I come out of this?
Am a very popular commenter here, especially in politics section, just created this moniker to get unbiased public opinions so this place won't turn to a place of hearing the word zombie or wailer. Am in my mid twenties.



Pls help me.

Like your step dad said "you are a grown man". It's left for you to convince your mum cos she still holds bitter grudges. In your mind you already know your decision but you have to let your mum seal it up for you. Your mum is the biggest decide here and not you or anybody. Speak to her like a man and try to be a reconciler that will mend bridges...you must convince your mum and don't do anything behind her. Also carry your step dad along to convince her.

sparko1:
I just wish there is a way i can escape this marriage of a thing, you have to be this, you have to be that, i can't get home without my aunt praying and warning me on marriage. so tired of this crap!

Stop working your mind up. Just be focused and dont let any relationship crap to eat you up becos you will continue to see topics like this, dont relate it to yourself. Just live your life, pray to God and hope for the best thats all.

JAYTUNEZ:
http://www.tunezmediablog.com/2016/08/how-comedian-ay-lost-his-ex-girlfriend.html?m=1

It is well with me

HMZi:
monica oga et al..immaculate don pay my bus fare once,back in b.s.u

Monica is my neighbour in babylon otukpo lol. Knew her right from when she a kid. We are still neighbours as im typing. Im talking next house neighbour. (Her family house and my family house) even tubaba mum is a family friend (wit my mum)dat visit us regularly during plantashun boys era. Idomas we rock

teekol:
Hello fellow nairalanders, I got married in January this year and I have not enjoyed my husband for once. I mean he is okay in other aspects but in the bedroom, he doesn't satisfy me . He barely lasts up to 5 minutes and it is really frustrating considering the fact that I have been in other relationships in the past and I know what a good sex feels like. My husband is tired , so am I. Anyone with a reasonable solution please?No insults, only reasonable comments. Thanks

Sorry dear, some ladies are looking to get married and ditch great sex becos their fiancee not boyant yet for marraige while you are married but not enjoying sex (1 minute). Irony of life.

Ok, d two of you should bé very patient with this advise im giving you...

now when your hubby is inside of you and is pounding, if he starts feeling like he want to release, he should withdraw immediately so dat d sperm dosent pick and come out, let him kill d urge of the sperm for 10 seconds, d sperm (cycle) will reverse, he should repeat this 2-3 times simultenously. The 3rd time he enters you ehn its you dat will bé begging him to stop becos his cycle is balanced and his d*ck will bé so hard. You will bé patient wit him after all d break o because it will pay off.

Im not a round 1 round 2 type of guy. I used my mechnism and s*x for 2-3 hrs without releasing. I release when i feel like. Im in charge and in control.

snowwhyte607:
Its very unfortunate that Nigerians now spend their time and energy on misplaced priorities, and the cause of this misplaced priorities I don't really know. Is it poverty as a result of the current economic hardship in the Country or just stupidity?


Nairalanders, opinions are needed on this please! More than 150 views and only one comment! If na nonsense thread now about Romance or some random celebrities una go just de comment any how

Nigeria matta tire meee! Senseless group of people...

AntiWailer:
So he should stop the prosecution and forget about any money stolen because of Dambazau and Buratashi.

Just the way Jonathan decided to leave everybody to themselves during his reign.

Nice advice from you.

My own advice is that he should continue the anticorruption campaign and crusade and recover every penny stolen.

When another Govt comes in and do partial crusade, it will sweep all the names we keep mentioning.

Bro since my argument in recent Nigeria politics, you are the only person (as of now) that have spoken what i continue to tell my colleagues at the office...

To start with, i'm apolitical, i dnt support apc or pdp. I'm for good governance.

Its a known fact that Buhari's probe is one-sided (against pdp). Even the blind can testify but thats Nigerian politics.

So my joy is "probe and arrest whoever stole public funds" even though the probe is lopsided...for now. Another dispensation will come after other rival party criminals and by that Nigeria will have a balanced equation. Thats law of karma. Let them keep witch hunting themselves till the common Nigerians (you and i) triump. So at the end of the day its a win-win for Nigerians and collosal loss for our rougue Politicians.

gbadexy:
Alright sir. We learn everyday.
No wonder most of them transfer the anger on civilians.
I wish they were omoniles though.

abeg no mind @gbosa, army no do dey treat recruits this way. i was raised and bred in the barracks (dodan barracks, bonny camp) so i know what im talking. if u say u wan disturb the peace, then army go use u do exercise. na this kind thing dem dey like, if u say u no dey hia word. all those omo onile mofos serves them right abeg

Welrez:
These are the few occasions I love soldiers!

kwakwakwakwa infact i'm fulfilled with what i'm seeing. my day is made. kwakwakwakwakwakwakwa oloshi oya make dem go Ajah and Sangotedo again go disturb innocent citizens. dan kusuwa sege. abeg awua make una go hunt for more dem plenty for lekki ajah epe sangotedo etc.

so proud to be a barrack boy

Adesiji77:
The Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) has warned commercial banks to desist from giving sensitive banking roles to contract staff, as they may not have a stake in the banks.

CBN Director, Banking and Payments System Department, ‘Dipo Fatokun who disclosed this at the weekend during the unveiling of the Nigeria Electronic Fraud Forum (NeFF) report in Lagos, said the apex bank has severally, encouraged banks to ensure that their staff are those with something at stake.

“A temporary staff may not have a stake in the bank so to say. So, it is encouraged that if they have staff that are not permanent, they should not give them responsibilities or roles that will expose them to critical functions of a bank,” he said.

Continuing, Fatokun said: “If you are giving somebody an authority to approve transactions of high magnitude, and he does not have a stake in your bank, then you are already exposing yourself. So, this been going on and I believe many banks understand the need to rely on their key staff for major duties. That is one of the reasons, the fraud attempts have been rising, but the value lost declining”.

http://thenationonlineng.net/cbn-banks-dont-give-sensitive-roles-contract-staff/

This guy ( Dipo Fatokun) is so stewpid, so all the Cambridge and Harvard He attended is just a waste! I see him been sacked in the nearest future. Mr. Empty skull what dyou know about empowerment and impacting knowledge in "your" "contract" staff? Innovationless Dipoo!

Now, this is a typical bank management problem of abandoning "their" "contract" staffs. It cuts across all employees. What ever want to happen will still happen provided its a human being that is taking responsibility.

opyzy:
seems the price is crashing

guy abeg no eat that thing o or else na hospital

Untainted007:
Lagos does not have good water drainage system. What else do you expect when the rich men decides to use their connections to built houses on water drainage channels or prevent gutter to be dugged outside their houses because it smells or bring about accumulated wastes. You will sow what you reap. Oya let them buy boat to ply through the water.

Na to dey sell land. No new town master plan no foresight. Dey cant give up stretch of land for drainage dey rather drown wen atlantic ocean over flows

goodlifehyd:
Waiting for someone to come tell us how the bank is being owned by tinubu and buhari lol awon smelling wanking wailers

Okay u wan hear abi, suntrust Atiku buying d remaining nationalized bank. Can u read btw my lines. No pun

goodlifehyd:
Waiting for someone to come tell us how the bank is being owned by tinubu and buhari lol awon smelling wanking wailers

Okay u wan hear abi, suntrust Atiku buying d remaining nationalized bank. Can u read btw my lines. No pun

maternal:
Always put yourself first. The first mistake he made was leaving Canada for a woman. He should have stayed, advance in his career, and got papers in Toronto before following a woman down south.

that became the genesis of his predicament.

Gbyte:
There is nothing that can be made great about this country. Greed, corruption and self-centered mind has eaten too deep into this country, nothing goes for nothing in Nigeria.

I pray Naija becomes great, but the only thing i see is a fragile union and what worries me most is youth wantomly torn apart on ethnic rumble.
The youth are suppose to bé the bridge of our greatness and unity. Our laeders/elders have failed us woefully!

SUPERPACK:
It turns out, “Xmas” is not a non-religious version of “Christmas”. The “X” is actually indicating the Greek letter “Chi”, which is short for the Greek , meaning “Christ”. So “Xmas” and “Christmas” are equivalent in every way except their lettering.
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In fact, although writing guides such as those issued by the New York Times; the BBC; The Christian Writer’s Manual of Style; and Oxford Press discourage the use of Xmas in formal writing, at one time, it was a very popular practice, particularly with religious scribes, who are thought to have started the whole “Xmas” thing in the first place. Indeed, the practice of using the symbol “X” in place of Christ’s name has been going on amongst religious scholars for at least 1000 years.
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Eventually, this shorthand trick spread to non-religious writings where nearly everywhere “Christ” appeared in a word, the Greek Chi would replace that part of the word. For example, in the 17th and 18th centuries, there are numerous non-religious documents containing instances of “Xine”, which was a common spelling for someone whose name was Christine.

Well, inasmuch as "X" is an alphabet i personally dont use it in describing Christian and Christ.

But some Muslims use it frequently as a wishfull thinking describing "Christians" hoping Christian goes into extinction. Some Moslem that uses "X" are the ones who are afraid of pronouncing "Jesus Christ" these are the extreme fanatics that are happy silently when Christians get killed in Islamic purported violence.

"X" or whatever dosent diminish the importance and power of Christ and Christians

afroniger:
I will continue to say it and not bloody care: the two imported religions of Islam and Christianity are both scams. They have been effectively used to brainwash and turn Africans into mumus of the highest order!!

For fvcks sakes can someone please tell me how both religions have helped Africans rise out of poverty and relative primitive existence compared to others in spite of being more religious than both the white man and Arabs?? ?? Nonsense!!!!!

Bro u keep ranting about religion this religion that instead of to focus on the subject matter.

Muslim miscrient comitted a crime by killing someone-a Christian, instead of to bé objective you are blaming "religion".

We all know how Islamist especially in the North, kill and main people at the slightest provocation. Pls check you sence of reasonble judgement.

This is culled from http://jeboseboulevard.com
Referenced; Jebose Boulevard


Man Remembers 30 Years of Living in America, Homeless and Alcoholic
May 25, 2016 Azuka 0 Comment

In the U.S, over 3.5 million people experience homelessness every year. The homeless include people from all ethnic backgrounds and discipline. This number includes 35% of the homeless population families with children, the fastest growing segment of the homeless population. In recent years, the number of homeless immigrants, documented or undocumented has doubled as America continues to experience immigration challenges.

John Atari ( Not real last name.), was once an undocumented immigrant in United States. He was also homeless and an alcoholic. John left Nigeria in the early 1980s in search of better life out West. After more than 30 years in America, living homeless and dependent on substance abuse and alcohol, John, few years ago, returned to his country home somewhere near Port Harcourt. He agreed to share his story here on JEBOSE BOULEVARD, on two conditions: we must change his last name and not use his photographs. “I would hope people would learn from my experience. That’s why I agreed to share this story.”. This is a compelling narrative:

“It’s been thirty five years since I left Port Harcourt, Nigeria. I missed the sights and sounds of a garden city: the intrigues of dusty roads and the smells of combusted market places, filled with everyday people hustling to survive through the day. I missed those days, the plantain hawkers by the roadside. I thought I might never see these parts of my life again. I retained faded memory of childhood places: the path that led me to, in some strange ways, where I am today: back to this peaceful place called home. I used to sit in shopping mall parking lots, in the cold weather of United States, waiting endlessly for sunset.

Time and life happened to me: I have advanced type two diabetes. I am also suffering from a cardiovascular disease. I am living on borrowed times, supported by several medications. I don’t have a wife or family except my sister and the church that rescued me when I returned two years ago after living in America for nearly 35 years, as a homeless alcoholic. I didn’t have a green card to find decent job. Even if I did got a job, I was not sobered enough most days to keep my job. I hustled for odd jobs to maintain my passion for alcoholic beverages. It didn’t have to be that way. I occasionally engaged as a gypsy taxicab driver in the city. I lived beyond minimum wage as I began to hang around other homeless Americans in that city. During winter time, I would ride in the City’s mass transit bus all day, just to get warm and during severe weather conditions, I checked into Salvation Army or Rescue mission shelter homes to provide overnight warm food and shelter. I had been homeless until this kind Nigerian asked me to come and drive cab for his company. I drove with no license; no cab permit: I was taking a huge risk to survive and hoped I didn’t get pulled over on any highway or street by the city Police: it would be the end of my stay in America. But the urge to binge on alcohol ruined my chances. Alcohol destroyed me. I was caught. I had been diagnosed then with heart failure. I was handed over to ICE: Immigration and Customs Enforcement and placed for deportation. I stayed 45 days at the Homeland Security Detention Center in Atlanta, awaiting my court appearance. The day I appeared, the Judge allowed me to continue to live in the country on humanitarian grounds. I was sick and he was compassionate about my health. The angels were redirecting me. But I was not helping myself. As soon as I came out of ICE detention, I went back to the streets and celebrated my release with a bottle of vodka and purchased a five dollar sweepstakes scratch card. That day, I won $500 from the scratch. What did you expect from a homeless alcoholic that just won $500.00 from scratch card?.



Jebose, Nigeria was experimenting on a second chance at democracy, the beginning of 80s decade when I left. I had passed my secondary education two years earlier and stayed unemployed. I desired to further my education, but my family had no money to support my dream. Unemployment in the country then was at its highest: school graduates had no job. Crimes were the only trade available for the heartless. I refused to be a part of the neighborhood boys terrorizing our community at nights, robbing and maiming the helpless and innocent while they were at peace midnight in their homes. These activities were how these young unemployed school leavers engaged their frustrated minds and survived a mismanaged nation state then. My mother was a house wife and a clothes mender, helping families to stitch their ragged clothing in those hard times. After I passed my West African Examination Council Exam, WAEC, I begged mother to loan me her singer sewing machine. She was happy that I was going out to hustle on my own. I began to hawk as a mobile one-man sewing tailor, walking the neighborhood and its surroundings all day, stitching, mending clothes for residents. I was self-employed the next three years. I worked so hard and was determined to do something better with my life: I became obsessed with travelling and studying overseas. Three and half years later, I was able to save enough money to apply for a University admission in Toronto Canada.



Canada was a culture shock, but I quickly blended into its mainstream culture, focused on my future and education. Four years after my arrival at this university, I earned my first degree in chemistry. I was hired by a biochemical company my last year at the university. The employment changed my world. I met this charming American beauty. She was a researcher, but loved party more than researching. She saw me as a handsome gentleman with a seductive and sexy exotic accent. The attraction for each other was steamy. We began casual dating that blossomed, four months later, it grew into serious affairs. She invited me to return with her to America. She helped processed United States work authorization. Jebose, I couldn’t resist moving to US with what I considered then, the love of my life. We also got engaged…Her name was Deborah.

We settled into a happy couple life style in America. I got a transfer from my Canadian firm to US and Deborah found a job. Life seemed great for three years until I returned home one early spring in the 90s and discovered that Deborah had moved out. She left a note that she was moving across town with a 22 year old plumber. I was devastated. I never recovered from that heart break.

After my fiancée eloped with our apartment complex handyman, I began to live vicariously in America and I seriously didn’t know how times flew and left me behind, consoling myself with bottles of vodka every day. My careless and irresponsible lifestyle manifested in my daily work and behavior. I would ooze alcohol at work. The company provided me with therapy for substance abuse and alcoholism dependence. It didn’t work. I didn’t care. The company had to let me go after my work authorization expired. I came to American seeking a fulfilled dream, but I ended up as a poster child for American immigrant nightmare.

My father died in 1996. I felt a lot of guilt from his death. I went into serious depression. My mother died two years later and my world collapsed. I did not visit home for their funeral ceremonies. Those that I shared life and dreams with were slowly departing my life. A part of me left with these close family members. My life distanced from my birth place. I was ashamed of returning to Port Harcourt, a loser, years after I travelled overseas for best life opportunities.

I turned to alcohol to numb the pains and disappointments of living in America and losing my parents. I became a heavy alcoholic, secretly engaging in the recreation whenever I had the opportunity. I became homeless and avoided few Nigerian friends that I had met in the early years when I came to this place. The Rivers state community in my city heard of my circumstance and began an engagement with me. Few years ago, I had stroke. I am diabetic. I was also diagnosed with heart disease. These illnesses were the effects of unstable lifestyle in America. I had nothing. I went to the Baptist Church every day for my meals, then roam the city endlessly, carrying my trash bag that contained dirty clothes and, always, a bottle of vodka to sip at any City Park. I got donated clothes from the rescue mission or the Salvation Army. The Urban Ministries also provided me with free medical health for my sickness.

During my stay at the hospital for stroke treatment, friends from the Rivers state association visited me and began to encourage me to consider returning home. It was a difficult decision: a home I left more than 30 years. I had never returned. One of my Statesmen contacted my sister and she encouraged me to return, promising to care for me. I was still ill. I needed regular medications to treat diabetes and heart problems. I got these meds free in America. I began to think seriously of going back home. I was not getting any younger. I was in my late 50s and I must close this chapter of my life. After I came out of physical therapy, I took an offer from the Rivers State association: it promised to pay for my flight ticket to return to Nigeria. Today, I live happily with my sister in our village near Port Harcourt. I am serving the Lord and praising his worthiness for this new life. Alcoholism and homelessness are past experience. I feel a healing power in me as every day is an adventure here in my village.”


All i can say is hmmmmm...American Life...You afi choose wisely to avoid rain drop falling from your eyes.

ottersberger:
Oga, the bolded parts of your contribution, are factually incorrect.

hmmm, oya shoot...

otukpo:
There is a need for NLC to unite for future struggles.

Its because of your name im comenting on this post.
Since nigerians are divided on this strike, its us dat still loose. Its all win win for FG. Now FG know dat NLC will kick aginst d increase BUT atleast there will bé negotiation dat will eventually beat the price down to like N120 or N125, which FG have earmarked. Now because there is no negotiation so we have to buy at the new price of 145! So who loose? The populace of course! Otukpo Texas...

Schwartz:
Hello All. Here is my experience at Church in Germany. So far I have attended 3 different churches in different cities here and I love it. This are churches by whites. Though there are one or two Naija churches around but personally I love this ones. I saw a lot of differences

No loud speakers outside: The norm has been during service, churches put on loud speakers outside so the neighborhood of the church hears every thing going on inside the church. To me I feel its noise pollution and unfair to neighbours because some times you have in one street alone in Naija over 5 churches blaring away. Here its so quiet outside the church building that if you don't get into the church you don't even notice there are people inside the church holding service.

Noone comes in gaily dressed: This people are so simple that they don't dress any different to church. If you don't have a nice Sunday wear no one cares. Picture attached was service today. Its summer now and people were wearing shorts to church! Also sleevless floral light dresses. There were no suits, no nice hats, no bogus jewelry, no nice shoes, no Italian bags, no one with nice hairdo. Its was just plain clothes, sneakers and sandals to church. You can't even differentiate between the rich and the poor. I remember in Naija when I used to take materials to my tailor to sew the latest dress so i can wear for church service. I remember all the outdoing and show off by members.

The pastor has no hairs around him: The simplicity of the whites is amazing. Even into the work of the ministry they carry it along. The pastor comes into church carrying his bag by himself. Goes round each member to greet you with a smile and a handshake and asks how you're doing. He is just a humble caring friend you can chat with and he prays for you. He reminds you there is a table he has set for coffee, tea or water. There is just nothing special about him. He just carries out the service normally. He has no special name like G.O or daddy etc. I just cant explain the simplicity of the 3 white pastors I met. At the end of the service they stand at the door for a goodbye handshake.

hi, nice write up and experience. i biliv simplicity and personal conviction in d worship of God. but i want to disagree with some of your observation which i'll will not point out becos of time.

you are comparing two unequals. Germany and Nigeria. europe and Africa. Now, lets look at way of life here. its known that in Europe dey enjoy d 3 basic life necessities (i stand to be corrected) food, cloth and shelter, which we dnt have in Nigeria in particular. wen all this tings are in place there wont be room for showmanship/competition. In Nigeria, uneven distribution of weath brings competition. everybody fight to outdoor others, which lead us to rat race.when competition leave u struggle to have d 3 basics you will want to flaunt it, its economic and human nature.

Salvation is personal. personally i know my right from wrong in any gathering i find myself.

Some people have low self esteem, its wen they wear their best (with decorum) dat they can express themselves. others flaunt it because dey got it to outdo others sha.

The whites skin helps them to wear any kind of cloths and they still look ok, unlike blacks had to wear designers to bring out their best expression/look.

Africans live in community while Europeans live in isolation. so its a communal thing to invite members with loud speakers- though shld be minimized.

lastly, dont expect them not to call AK (Police)for you when you walk pass their neighbourhood...even though they share a cup of coffee with you in church.