₦airaland Forum

Sijo01:
Why's the media saying otherwise

Sijo01:
You will make a good PPRO. You're good at twisting matter.

Sijo01:
End time illiterate Supol.

211Observer:
...It Is totally out of control now. I have read different posts on self-service method, believing that it's only helping me to stop running after girls all in the name of sex.

Often, some people just screw it up by saying that masturbation is not a sin; only to encourage others to continue in the ungodly act.
Either the act is good or bad, right or wrong, all I care is that this shit is sucking my happiness.
I can not go a day without self-service. Although i don't have girlfriend, and I don't care about it because I always believe that girls have nothing to offer me since I'm not ready for marriage soon!

Is now 13yrs I been doing this shit!

I want to stop. I know i'm addicted to it; so many times I have vowed never to engage in it again, but the more I shake It the more it stinks.

pls what can I do?

I want to quit! I don't want to believe that my life depend on it.

I know some of you might have once involve in this mess before, please just tell me what I need to know.
why I need to stop, and how to stop it.

Help a brother!!!!!

BeeBeeOoh:
This people's other name is PARA.. Just 1 shot of locally made gun by robbers & u'll c some of them fly pass the chopper..







In a lay man's voice, It Is Called "IGG(Initial Gra Gra)

Sijo01:
nor vex. Edited.




I use to frequent there

Sijo01:
Oh, you bad. Sorry about that.

Zone 5?

otiigba1:
Good! Because they look too local and some of them i saw were wearing silppers no boots with their uniforms.

Do you believe that nigerian police will ever be a match with other developed/developing countries?

Sijo01:
Where's aduwawa station situated?

otiigba1:
no. They do not look smart like the old black/blue ones.

But really? Are those camours the new nigerian police uniform like my dad said?

Sijo01:
Oh, that through akara junction abi?

Sijo01:
Where you dey serve sef?

otiigba1:
nigerian police uniform, the new camourflage colour uniform i saw them wearing it last time i was in nigeria (last easter). i must have mistaken the local gate men for nigerian police. Perhaps

But my father said it is the new police uniform.

otiigba1:
well.. if you put it like that i suppose i am, i must have learnt from the best. Nigerians!. Come o what kind of rubbish uniform (the new uniform) you guy are wearing nowadays? They look like gate man (security guard) uniform, looks very cheap too abi una (NPA)no get money to buy better one?

20bc:
[color=teal]Nice one..[/color]

otiigba1:
but i am not a nigerian not by birth anyway, my father is, i was born in the UK, so i am not a thief like you lot

otiigba1:
yes! Abi some of una no be thief? Oya! arrest me

Sijo01:
Hehehehehehehehe Supol, Supol, I hail o.

otiigba1:
Rubbish! As if the police will do any thing, some of them are thieves themselves

Sijo01:
Am sharing this personal experience on how money mysteriously disappeared from my pocket for all who cares to read to be fully guarded and watchful this season and beyond.

Am still confused, in shock and still can’t put one or two together on how this happened.

I left home for the salon around 3:30 pm yesterday (29/11/2015) after empting my wallet and clearing all cash in sight with the aim of buying drugs for my toothache and doing light shopping on my way back home. The cash was neatly kept in my jeans pocket with exception to N100 which will take me to my destination. I held the N100 with my phones and keys in my hand; boarded a bus to New Benin; paying no attention to other passengers. I was glued to my phone (Nairalanding). On getting to New Benin, I gave the Driver N100 and he gave me a change of N50. Still held the N50 in my hand and boarded another Bus going to 3rd junction. As usual, I was still glued to my phone. I gave the conductor the N50 and collected my N10 change. On getting to 3rd Junction after alighting from the bus, I decided to keep the N10 with the other cash in my pocket. Bingo! My pocket was EMPTY. I went back to the bus searched the floor , my money was not in sight. I was confused and my throat suddenly went dry. I looked around and saw a girl selling sachet water. I flagged her down, bought one with my last N10 and re-energized myself with the water.

I was still in that state of confusion not knowing what to do and how to get back home when I saw a colleague. After exchanging pleasantries, I told her my predicament. To God be the glory, she had enough money on her and she bailed me out.

Am still pained, bitter and sad for loose-guarding to the extent of not knowing how money disappeared from my jeans pocket. The most painful part of it, I don’t know the exact amount.