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I noticed there's no thread about this wonderful device on here, so I decided to play the first card.

My Huawei P20 Pro just arrived and I can say that it's a very amazing smartphone; it's worth every penny, too.

Trying out its great trio cemras, I took these great, unedited, point-and-shoot pictures

My Huawei p20 pro landed today and it's been awesome so far

Sprint for iPhone 7+?

Phemmygbl:
bro, maybe you dont know your way around. I have used fiverr without issues on iOS. I used to even write (via office) and send my articles with ease

I delivered smiles with my iOS fiverr app, too. However, that's not what I'm talking about. Try sending a file to a buyer, using the "inbox" feature on the Fiverr app.

I don't know if they've been able to fix that though.

Phemmygbl:
Nice points. Like I said, most people don’t know their way around iOS so they just conclude.

For your fiverr app, all you need is just google drive installed.
For your apps privacy, you can use “restriction”
Now for the music and paid apps, how do you expect artists and app developers to make money? Only iOS fully supports them, although there’s a way around it.

See why I said it’s down to preference? If you can’t deal with these things or afford to buy music/apps or find your way around, Stick with your android, it doesn’t make android better vice versa. I’m honestly tired of these comparisons, they are two different os. Well, your comparisons are what helps them sell.

"restriction" works, but does it work like on Android? On Android, you can decide to create a space where only you can access some specific features on your phone. Will "restriction" handle this, too?

I had a Google Drive installed, but still couldn't share documents with buyers who wanted samples. I hope you now understand me.

Also, some songs don't come with price tags.

ogkreatives:
Well I use fiverr and I store all type of documents on my iPhone. you’re addicted to tecno I guess

Really? And it was on your iPhone without you using dropbox? You can share the documents with a buyer who wants samples before ordering your gig? Why you lying, bro.?

IOS is cool, I once had an iPhone 7 plus. Here are summaries of its pros and cons (ones I put together before deciding to sell it off):

Pros:

- The camera:
That device took amazing pictures that made people ask if I had a DSLR. Here's the last picture I took with it.

- its processing speed:
The iOS is light, no bloatwares and it processed faster than my Gionee m6.

- The premium design and its ever cool nature:
it never got hot.

Cons:

- You have to buy most useful apps:
Android users can always get paid apps for free.

- Not-so-good third party keyboard apps:
Couldn't use the swipe mode as effectively as I did on my Android device.

- Zapped data: Apps were just too big; I had to subscribe multiple times every month.

- Couldn't download stuff I love while browsing:

Without a third-party app, downloading music or documents were impossible.

- Couldn't do my online jobs:
Using apps like the Fiverr Mobile was a joke; I couldn't share documents with buyers who needed to see samples of my job. Very frustrating!

- Couldn't set some apps up for private use only: Every Tom, Dick and Harry could access my apps and picture gallery.

Can't remember some other cons right now.

Lol. Aeons back

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BlueRayDick:
Her story doesn't add up.

1. A certain Fumbi owes her 40k and she forcefully took his phone as collateral. She discovered the phone has a bad screen and she repaired it with 30k which makes her account in debit of 70k. Did she skip economics class in secondary school?

2. The phone forcefully took as collateral for the refund being expected from Fumbi happens to belong to a fellow corps member whom Jojo happened to be in camp with at the same time.
Fumbi must he a spirit to have gone past the soldiers and police on camp to sneak into the other Corp member's room to steal her phone which he later used as collateral. At least I don't read anywhere in her lawyer's statement that shows the said Fumbi is a corper.

3. Then she repaired the phone which doesn't belong to her. To do what exactly? To see Fumbi's picture on it or what? Why repair the phone if you are not willing to sell it.

4. Come again. She repaired iPhone 6 screen for 30k? Are the repairers heaven trained? The last time time I repaired an iPhone 6 screen even at the height of exchange rate fluctuations it was 10k altogether with repairs fees.

5. Finally, if her lawyers are so sure all these facts are real as stated I believe they have a case against the police, the owner of the phone and Fumbi himself. Why are they not suing any of them? Why threatening bloggers who reported it with law suit?

Lol. You're good. But you forgot that they claimed that the iPhone had iCloud. Are those not messages from the iPhone which they claimed was "locked" up there?

Pacifi:
Interested

Mail me: wapbuds@gmail.com

greenhulk:
Nope, its always on 1440p. I think Samsung phones are the only phones that change resolution.

The Huawei P20 Pro allows you to change resolutions

Stanley08:
I have to check the invoice but close to $75 maybe.

Shoptomydoor?

I'll tell you what to do to double that money in 6 months or less.

- Take 20-30k out of the money and learn graphics design
- Buy a laptop computer if you don't already have one
- I want to believe that you're an Android user (if you don't own an Android, buy one)
- Sell your skills on Fiverr and you can make between $200-300/month at minimum.

This is where you may start doubting everything I've outlined:

If you want to spend lesser on learning a skill or you're too lazy, I can give you a course that teaches you simple photoshop skills that will earn you up to $20 per job.

Small, eh? What if you get 5 orders in a single day? Do the math. This course also teaches you to be successful on Fiverr. THIS COURSE ISN'T FREE - it costs 7,000 naira only.

Why do I need 7000 when I'm earning well on Fiverr?

I'm sorry to answer your question with another question; multiple streams of income: does it ring a bell?

I won't drop my contact details. If you need it, simply reply to this comment.

I love the specs this phone carries, but I couldn't help going for the Huawei P20 Pro, which will be delivered next week.

Admin401:
Shut the fvck up and understand my post. If your account gets demoted its not the same as a new account starting out from level 0.

How do you live with yourself everyday with this much anger? You couldn't make a point without throwing jabs? Jeez!

Admin401:
If your account is not at least a Level 1 account, you can forget fiverr.

Nope. I had an account that was demoted to New seller status, and I made over 600k in 2 months. This is nothing near the amount other guys I've seen make.

Shalomc:
Cracked screen. 20,000 with a copy of your international passport and a court sworn affidavit of sales.

Lol. Kuku kee me

Bolustical:
yess

Bolustical:
hmmn

Bolustical:
okkk

SMH

S.A

I don't have an old generation phone, but I don't mind having my Sony Ericsson K750 back

On this land, my tent I build. I smell FP

I might have upgraded my iPhone to IOS 11.3. Is there a way to jailbreak this phone?

Sold the p20?

A very funny man. I have met him once and he said so many things that made me laugh my wits out.

juniormercy:
The appointment can never be booked by proxy, so you need to devote your time for it. I called more than 200 times before it finally went through.

Keep trying bro

People can now apply at the UAE embassy at Abuja. I am there currently, watching all the calls being ignored. The phone doesn't even ring out. Quit wasting time and come to Abuja

If it’s not p20 pro, I ain’t buying

Episode 1:

I have heard so many love stories that went down the drain, and I was always the first guy to laugh when someone told their stories.

I am Kunle, a 25-year-old physics student who had just gained an admission into the Federal University of Technology, Akure. This is my story:

I am a nerd, and I had never been in a relationship before. “What’s so important about it?” I was always quick to ask this question anytime people wanted to give me the “go get a girl” talk.

With the utmost love I had for tech, I wasn’t going to let any girl take the place of my first love.

With so many tech innovations coming into the big picture everyday, I thought people should be more concerned about the positive changes tech brings to table instead of being a prisoner of one state of mind people chose to call “Love.”

Friends from home wouldn’t argue with me because I wouldn’t just give up and let them win; if I got an award every time I argued with them about relationships, I’d need a warehouse to store them.

My parents couldn’t wait for me to start school already; after sitting for JAMB for so many years, they (my parents) saw Methuselah every time I greeted them. They were always quick to let people know I had JAMB scratch cards many enough to play the game of whot. Gaining an admission brought great joy to them.

Finally, school resumed and I got my bags packed. Mum had done some preparations, too. I had so many loads that one would think I was the prodigal son getting his share of my father’s properties.

Dad and I loaded the car up and we were set to leave for school. Mum cried so hard that I almost felt going to school was a wrong choice. “Why do women cry about everything?” was a question I couldn’t ask out loud. As big as I had grown to become, dad wouldn’t hesitate to deal a slap across my face. We waved at mum and off we went.

Dad dropped me off at the front of the house I rented a room in over the holidays. He hugged passionately and he left.

Like time was fast forwarded, things happened so fast and lectures started. I enjoyed every lecture because I was learning more about machines and how they work. It was like my brain was receiving a whole new signal than it did while I was in secondary school.

Everyday’s lecture sessions brought me more reasons to love science and technology even more! Everyone made friends so fast and people started relating like they were friends even before they met at FUTA.

Since I was the weird guy who didn’t really have interest in other things but Physics, I only had people I talked to - the course reps.

I always worked extra time at night classes to understand confusing terms after day lectures, and I was always quick to find solutions. However, this was different. On this Thursday, Dr. Harry had just taught us quantum mechanics and the class became as quiet as a graveyard - it was clear no one understood a thing.

Some theories in quantum mechanics were so complex to understand that I had to work even more to break them down into smaller, understandable chunks.

I always got to class on time, but because I had to stay awake to understand theories from the previous class I had, I woke up late. “What!” I screamed as I looked at the clock. It was almost thirty minutes past eleven, and lecture would have started by eleven A.M.

I quickly washed my face, picked up my book and I rushed to class. I was in so much hurry that I didn’t notice that I wore a different slippers on each foot.

It took me about fifteen minutes to get to my department, and the lecturer was almost rounding up. I quickly entered through the back door and sat down at the last row. I knew I couldn’t catch up with anything so I thought to rest for a while.

While I sat there looking around, I saw this fair lady who seemed to have had some really good laugh, smiling at me. She was on the same row I sat, but on the other side of the class. She has a pretty great smile but I was more concerned about this class I had just missed.

I looked at her in disgust - “What is so funny to her? I am cocksure that this is a confusion-induced laughter. Everyone seems not to understand a thing this man is saying,” I thought to myself, smiling back at her. “Olodo,” I muttered.

I turned away, thinking about whose note I would need to lend so I could know what the man said before I came. Since I didn’t really know who to ask, I scanned through the class until I was facing this lady’s direction

“Why in Heavens name is this girl smiling at me?” I asked. This time around, I was concerned. I quickly checked out what I was wearing until I saw my feet. I looked slowly from feet to her face, and immediately we made eye contact, she went on another laughing spree. I got ashamed.

To be continued...

Episode 2 already updated on

http://www.midestory..com

cc: lalasticlala

Manweysabi:
You should have included your sexcapades in the story nau...

you try sha... nice write up

I'd have included that if there were any; my relationship had just gone down the drain before I left for Kebbi. I was careful not to have s*x with any lady throughout my stay in Kebbi.

dayowunmi:
Well articulated. Your grammatical expressions are dope too.

Thanks bro. I am glad you love my write-up

My service year experience can be related to the processes involved in the making of gold, which we all love - from fire to glitters.

Oh! Pardon my ill manners. My name is Aruleba Damilare Olamide, an ex Kebbi State corp member Batch B, 2016).

Just like every prospective corp member whose call up letter points to the Northern part of Nigeria, I was torn apart. "Kebbi State! Of all the states in Nigeria! How many ancestors did I offend!" I screamed, as I quickly searched out the Nigerian map on my Android smartphone. I had never been so serious reading the Nigerian map before.

Knowing that I would have to travel to the extreme of Nigeria made me wish I was dreaming, but reality was so adamant that it wouldn't give way for my dream wishes to come true.

Without wasting time, I ransacked the internet, looking for other "ill-fated" protective corp members like myself to be travel partners with. With luck on my side, I found many Whatsapp groups and I was quick to make friends. The mobilization countdown began.

Fast forwarded to the day I had to leave for camp, I woke up as early as 4am (as if I even slept. Lol). I was on an emotional merry-go-round that had happiness and sadness seating on different seats - Yay! I'm going to camp! - at Kebbi state? Oh no!

Funny enough, I never got on the same bus with those friends I made from Whatsapp; I found other PCMs on the bus I was and we all told our sad stories.

The journey to Kebbi was so far that if not that I saw sand everywhere, I'd have asked the driver if he was driving us to heaven. We arrived at Niger State and I checked my map with a smile on my face. "Kebbi is next," I said loudly. I never knew what the miles ahead looked like.

My parents called me three times (with three hours between each time) and I replied their "where are you?" questions with "Niger State." At this point, I thought to sleep, but what I saw next put my sleeping faculty on caffeine. I saw a camel! I only saw them in books and on TV - I was so happy to see a live camel that I totally forgot that I couldn't feel my butts.

If Jackie Chan was on that vehicle, he'd be glad to have met a die-hard fan; I had practised all the styles he used in the drunken master because my butt and legs were numb.

After driving for hours, we arrived at Koko Besse, where we took another car to Dankingari. After about an hour now driving, we got the NYSC camp. Guys, this camp was so beautiful that I didn't think about all the travel stress I went through.

The three weeks I spent in the camp came and passed quicker than I thought and I had to go to my PPA. I was posted to Jega Local Government Area of Kebbi State.


And the real struggle began...

I had a rough beginning, trying to blend with a totally different culture - the language; dos and don'ts; food ( After eating rice in Kebbi, it was like my anus lost its "hold" button - for three days, I visited the toilet more than I blinked). Did I tell you I drank more than 10 satchets of water everyday without peeing? It was hell.

Soon enough, things changed, gradually. Before I could say "Jack Robinson," I feel in love with that way of life that once disgusted me. Serving in the North soon became something I was proud to tell people about.

I was able to know that Hausas are hard working people - an average Hausa man has entrepreneurship tattooed on his mind. I enjoyed discussing with them because although most didn't go to school, they have a sound business mind.

Never judge a Hausa man by his looks, I was jaw-dropped when a 24-looking Hausa guy walked to me to help him check his balance on an ATM. That afternoon, I had just returned from my PPA and I was zombified and so hungry that my economics textbook looked like bread to me, so I had to use the ATM.

After waiting for a period of time that seemed like forever to me, with this guy in his torn clothes and slippers branded with "channel O's" almost having to read a "How to operate an ATM for Dummies" manual before he could use the machine.

Finally, he gave up, turning to me for help. "Mai gida, balance" was all he said to me, which I clearly understood. Without wasting time, I asked for his pin and I clicked on the "check balance" option. What I saw almost made me exclaim. He had 1,546,000 (not made up) in his account . It was like I received an OTA respect update for him, because I had just 10,000 naira in my account, but I looked like I could buy him.

**back to the story*

I attended RCCF and NCCF and these fellowship put my music life on steroids. Just like myself, I met music thespians in both fellowships and this exposed me to a whole new level of cool, musically.

I soon made a Hausa friend who had the passion to learn the English Language, and since I'd love to learn the Hausa language too, we brought the barter system back to life. This brought me more fun, because to some extent, I could understand it when Hausas communicated.

Things are so cheap that at times, I spent only hundred naira to prepare stew. Oh! About stew, I was taught to cook by some other female Corp members who didn't want me to end my life as a junkie. I was posted along side 9 ladies to my lodge, and they were wonderful to me. They thought me so many kitchen-related stuff.

Kebbi State was more than I had imagined; aside from the really hot weather that made me and every other corp member sleep outside at times (which we loved because we got to share stories), Kebbi was altogether awesome.

I never regretted serving in the North because it brought me many blessings. I had out-of-the-world experiences.

If you got posted to the North, don't feel bad. Seize every opportunity when you get there. Also, relate with the people. Some look like they are poor, but they are connected to the people in power. You never know what form that help you need may take.