Danielomisco:
hahaha you no want make the guy scam u small.hehehe

Maybe you think everyone on Nairaland is a scammers. Eat your brain please.

kayzat:






Email you for what ? if you have anything tangible to contribute kindly do so here.

Well, someone asked me the same thing late last year, and I drafted everything he needed to set it up, I can proudly tell you that the name of the betting company is kokobet.com. And I was even paid for my services. I wanted to send it to you without asking for a dim, exactly what I sent to him, but it's okay since I have nothing tangible to contribute, I'll keep it to myself. NO one even contributed and I try soliciting for you and this is how it turn out to be. Good luck man.

Email me. Damilola.james1@gmail.com

[quote author=BabyGirl114 post=53666800]
it seems you are just looking for attention and your stories is a make up story, with this""I started blogging in 2013, but since December 2016 I now have a steady income of over N70,000/per month, I can now give my mum some, pay some fees and feed in school.""""
You are only trying to advertise you blogging job and trying to entice people by saying you are earning 70k monthly, all you are trying to do is you want people to ask for your help in blogging stuffs,just as your signature says,
.....Some people just think the have brain to trick people, bloggers are becoming something else,am starting to dislike young people blogging cause they turn to liers just for traffick[/quot





Whatdafuck is wrong with this one that called herself babygirl? Was he advertising his site? Was he taking about his blog or his sis? You no well at all. So if I should tell the whole world that am making 70k or 100k a month it means am showing off? Damn you . So someone can not speak freely because you are there to criticize. Nigga deal with your parents jor, she owes you nothing, you might be surprise that she's spending her cash on a guy. To me family is everything. Leave her alone at the end of everything she go still leave your parents n go and marry. So keep on doing everything for your family, remember Joseph n Esaw. Keep on blogging my brother.

Go and buy disk.

Damilola.james1&gmail.com

ogawisdom:


Who is this pathological frustrated fool, better go hang urself if u r dt useless. I am entitled to my opinion n I never referred to u so stay off my mention imbecil.e

Ogawisdom indeed. Dead brain. Keep up your good work.

ogawisdom:


Dnt be an idiot these are presumption goat

These where your exact words " I kw he is angry with you for not sending him some good dollars while you were abroad." How I how you how you know you chose to call me a saying you were presuming. Yeah am a goat ( greatest of all time), but you? Stupidity is telling on your forehead, you are so dumb that you presume everything and come here to say trash instead of you to think very well and get your fucking story right. Oga wisdom? Oboy change your name to smallboy without sense. Devil will punish you for the rest of your life if you abuse me again. Animal, ogawisdom indeed... werey

Anteeeeedeeee where are you o, you still dey chop xmas meat? Abeg show yourself, am still waiting for for where you said you snitch , David has been the mudafucker , still waiting bro

EfemenaXY:


But of course.



We're always skeptical of stories where the narrator comes blazing in with stories of being victimised, trying to paint the accused of being the devil incarnate or rather in your case, the sibling from hell, etc. Try as much as you may, you don't come off smelling of roses yourself.

Let's give you the benefit of doubt even though it's as clear as day you're trolling: from your (badly composed) write-up, you PRETEND not to know the whole ish with this brother of yours isn't about property? Seriously??

You claim to have left for the USA eight years ago, living the happy content life, but while you were away, who was left to look after your parents in Naija? Your brother. You were funded / sent to the States by your parents while your brother had to face the harsh realities of the Nigerian environment - don't you think he smarted from it? Are you that insensitive??

Go through your write up. "My bàstàrd brother did this, did that, I had to go stay in a hotel for days, yardi-yardi-ya..."

Sorry sir but you sound like a show off. I bet you must have returned in cheap flash clothes from Walmart, blowing phonèr with I wanna-wanna like Yankee just arrive, looking down on your "bush" brother.

Now you've come to claim property as the first born and you pretend not to know the genesis of your issue with your brother? He should beat you up proper, abeg.

And for what it's worth, you don't come across as someone who's lived in the States. Where you sabi for that side?

True my bro.

ogawisdom:


Jst be careful with him he may be high on some cheap weed. I kw he is angry with you for not sending him some good dollars while you were abroad. Right nw he thinks u r selfish and stingy. Every family has got one trouble sibling to handle usually they are lazy and jst want to enjoy without working. He is jobless broke and lazy n can't be happy.
Dnt use the police except he physically assaults someone. Blood is thicker than water show him some love n genuinely care abt his well being its ur family cross

How do you know he didn't send him some dollar? How do you know he's high on weed? How do you know that he's jobless? How did you know that he's lazy? And he can't be happy? Nigga please stop saying what you don't know, simply because his elder bro came here to make it public don't mean you should criticize his brother, every story has two sides. That's not fair . I thought your name is ogawisdom? Why not use some wisdom?

Don't take anybody away from anyone, he needs your mum the same way you need your mum too, believe me he needs you too. There is always a reaction to every action, now be honest what is the real problem between both of you? Your brother can't hate you for no reason, maybe your parents support you morethan him, chose you over him, cmon there is something in the family that hasn't be done either from you or from him. So don't just come here to tell u that you've been keeping quite. He's not a kid, someone or something must have triggered his behavior to you. Cmon you guys are just two and there's no peace within you what of a family of 6 boys like mine? I never said family don't have issues, am saying can't you face the issue and try to solve it. Well this might work for you, bcus it worked in my experience (my family) as the elder bro, why don't you take two days away from your family, go out with him, be with him throughout the whole day, have fun, church,cinema,party,visit new places and try to know what's going on with him, what's his personal problem, in what way can you help, let him see you as a brother not a competitor, show him maximum love. Have a real man to man talk with him, let him reveal everything to you. My brother to me family is everything, even if you have your own family (wife and kid) your brother is still your family. So work it out and don't kill anybody or arrest anyone.

mrmrmister:
Smh
"With prayer and faith" indeed
Instead of teaching them how to solve their own problems
Nigerians are being taught to pray whenever they have problems and the problems will just disappear
Hyper- religious country with nothing to show for it

You no get any atom of sense. So prayer and faith doesn't work? Like you never had faith or believed in something that will work out for you and it came out positive? You just no get sense, regardless of your handiwork, if you have no faith in God, your battery is still charging even if you have power for 72hrs, meaning in all things give thanks to God and have Faith . Instead of teaching them how to solve their own problems indeed, like the recession and the mmm wahala abi? He should start teaching you how to solve your personal problems. Nigga grow up. Muthafucker.

carmag:
.I just wasted my time reading this

Me too.

Really for 1.9 mil? Even your father will swear for you for putting up that price. You no get conscience? G-wagon gbe ehh.

What is wrong with this nigga sef. 25 looking for 17. Haba grow up and wait till next yr when she's 18. Pedophile is who you are. Gerrout from there old man. E be like say you chop craze.

The only man without limousine, private jet, and arm bodyguards. God will continue to bless you sir. Amen

softwerk:
So you expect me to spend the next 30mins of my life reading this story, that you may have not read yourself?!

Some people no get conscience

I wrote it and you should know that I read it too.

When it comes to matters relating to girls, ladies, women, sexuality or whatever, I think I’m the most unlucky fellow in the whole wide world. While my little friends and mates successfully pulled off jaw breaking stunt-scapades with girls, virtually everything related to the opposite sex that I dabble into often ends in disaster.


I grew up in a home that gave no room for us kids to go out and frolic with friends. Before you can go out of the compound, you will have to tell an elder sibling. If they say no, don’t go out, then you can’t go out except you want to be lashed some strokes of cane in the butt. So when my uncle came visiting and talked my parents into letting me come stay with him for the holiday, I was very happy.

Please ask me why I was happy. Back then in school, you know how boys form groups and they would go into a secluded part of the school and gossip their pranks away, I belonged to one of such groups in elementary school. The bad boys in the group would tell how they would go peeping at women who were taking their bath or undressing; the badder boys would narrate how they fondled and pressed older ‘aunties’ breasts while the baddest boys would tell how they did ‘daddy and mommy’ with female neighbors who were our age mates or how one big aunty sat on top of their pee pee. Whenever it gets to my turn to talk, I usually had nothing to say. Now that my Uncle was… or is a chronic womanizer. I hope you can now guess why I was happy.

I was about ten years old at the time. My Uncle stays in a crowded apartment block. When I got there, the place was like a mini market with so many people in the compound, and it seemed I was the only kid staying there as most of the tenants were entry level workers who were staying alone one with their live in fiancées. At the very end of the compound, one stupid man like that kept a stupid dog. I asked my uncle if the dog bites people, he said no, that if the dog barks at me, I should pick something, throw it at it and it would run away. I was relieved.

That very night, when I was asleep on the bed, I was woken up by rumblings and moaning of my uncle and a lady I never knew. I pretended to be asleep, turned over and opened my eyes a little. The thing I saw eh… legs flying in air, adults biting, hitting and scratching each other, I didn’t understand what was going on so I decided to shift closer to them so I could get a better view since the room was dark. I barely rolled over when the stupid girl picked a pillow and used it to cover my face. In my mind, I was like… what kind of nonsense is this? Is it her eyes that I am using to look? If she thinks she is smart, I showed her I was smarter.

About two minutes later… my face still covered with the pillow, I started to cough. I didn’t just cough, I coughed as if I were suffocating or choking. Nobody told them before they removed the dammed pillow from my face. I opened my mouth, gasped for air and then pretended to snore. My uncle rubbed my back with ‘sorry’.

Then the lady kneels on the bed while Uncle sat on her back and began to rider her like a horse. The lady cried as if she was in pain. In my mind, I thought, if she weren’t comfortable, why didn’t she just shove him off her or collapse on the bed? They soon finished what they were doing and slept off. I would have loved to send my tiny fingers on excursion over the lady’s chest but Uncle slept between me and her. When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t see any trace that we have any guest a few hours ago.

The question on my mind later during the day was… what is/are there on the bodies of women that Uncle or grown up men were so obsessed with? I sometimes do play rough with girls at school; we sometimes leapfrog each other, wrestle and sit side by side in the class. So what is it inside these big aunties that uncles spend so much money to please? I was determined to find out and I almost did that afternoon but I was quite unlucky.

It was a lonely afternoon. Almost all the people in the compound had gone to work so everywhere was quiet. When I was playing on the verandah, a lady from another room nearby suddenly dashed and headed to the shared bathroom at the end of the compound. I looked around for the dog but didn’t see it. Great! So I tiptoed to the backyard, climbed over stack of old blocks at the back of the bathroom and peeped in with my heart beating fast like jazz drum.

Normally, from the back of the bathroom, one can see the back of anyone taking a bath there but there was iron burglary covering the window. I was undeterred, quietly forced my head in-between the rods of the burglary and stretched out my neck to see a better view of ‘what is on the woman’s body’. Alas, I saw nothing. She only came to pee so she squatted and didn’t take long before adjusting her wrapper and dashed out of the bathroom!

I was so mad and disappointed with myself. I didn’t even know it was the beginning of my ordeal that afternoon. When I pulled my head back from the burglary, I was struck. I pulled the iron apart with my small arms but my ear would not fold so easily without paining me. I started to sweat as if rain drenched me. I couldn’t shout for help. A million thoughts crossed my mind at the same time: What is someone catching me? What if the dog sees me and begins to bark? What if the blocks I was standing on suddenly break and I come crashing into the small open gutter below? I prayed that nobody should come to take a bath that moment. At last, I was able to force my head back but I bruised an ear as pulled my head backward with force after some trials. It was a very bad experience.

A similar case however happened the next day. Unknown to me, someone deliberately placed those blocks at the back of the bathroom. As it is usually the men who took their bath first so they could get to work on time, when ladies began to trickle out to take their bath, the crazy dude, a short guy like that, would sneak behind the bathroom, climb atop the blocks and begin to peep.

I must have dislodged some blocks underneath in my struggle to free myself from the burglary so when the man mounted the blocks, whether he was wagging his waist or stamping his legs in excitement, I don’t know. What I know is that I suddenly heard ‘gbooaaa!’ followed by a woman’s screams emanating from the backyard and rushed out to see what was happening. There he was inside the gutter drenched with washed off soap/bath water and crumbled blocks scattered all over him.

The lady in the bathroom, barely covered with her wrapper dashed out with her water bucket in her hand and emptied the bucket on the man who laid in the gutter as if he passed out. He didn’t have much choice because, I think if he got up and ran away, the street boys would catch him and that would be worse for him but if he remained in the compound, only the compound people would bash him or maybe it’s ‘defeated psychology’ that hit him… you know how knocked out boxers do lay sprawling on the canvass, that was how the man laid in the gutter.

When he didn’t get up, the woman grabbed his vest and pulled him up, applied some sweet blows on his head and used her long fingernails to pick his teeth. By then, the compound people had gathered around them. A man donated his table… they laid the man on top, tied his hands and leg to the table’s four legs and… you know what’s up… they whooped his ass and back with horse whip. The man got the flogging of his life. Afterwards they packed his things out of his room and threw them outside the compound.

Later people began to narrate the man’s many sins. The woman who stayed next to him said something I can’t ever forget. She said whenever it is midnight and the weather is hot, she sometimes sleep nude with windows open. Soon she would feel a hand caressing her body. She thought it was her husband and would let the hand roam wherever it wanted to roam… until one day, the husband woke up one midnight to pee only for him to see a hand from outside the window… with fingers deeply immersed inside his wife’s honey pot. The husband’s first instinct was to grab the intruder’s hand… a mistake as he ought to have fetched a machete or knife first. As the husband grabbed the hand, the man sharply pulled off is hand and bolted away.

That same night, Uncle brought home another lady. As I was ‘CIA sleeping’ as usual, they began to argue. The lady insisted that Uncle wears protective garment but uncle said he had none in the house. He tried to force his stick into her but the lady locked her legs firmly together. He woke me up and told me to go sleep on the floor.

I had barely laid my back in the ground when they started to struggle again. The lady fought Uncle off and came to sleep beside me on the floor. Uncle left the bed, dived between us and later told me to go sleep on the bed. I sighed, got up and returned to the bed. They started their struggle again. The lady can slap o… as in, the kind slaps that reverberated from uncle’s body were deafening. When her slaps didn’t work, she got up and jumped beside me such that she laid close to the wall while I was beside her.

Uncle got up with arms akimbo, tapped my leg and told me to go sleep on the floor again. In my mind, I was like… “What kind of nonsense is this nah”? As I got up, the lady grabbed me and held me tight. She said she’ll rather have me than have Uncle since I am ‘virgin’. Their quarrel graduated to 300 Level. Uncle told her to wear her clothes and go back home. The lady said it’s too late; she won’t leave until the next morning. They swore, hurled abuses and foul words at each other until Uncle got tired, grabbed a pillow and slept off on the floor.

Remembering what the lady said about having me rather than Uncle, I decided to try my luck. I maneuvered my hand onto the lady’s tummy, she didn’t move. In my naivety, I started rubbing and massaging her stomach like that. A little while later, the lady grabbed my hand, held it still, gently lowered it into her hmm-hmm and used my hand to rub some wet stuffs on in that place. Trust me, inborn with massaging skills, I went to work and massaged her hum-hmm until she held my hand. Then she positioned her wrapper under her butt and tapped me to continue. I barely rubbed the place for a minute before she gushed and soaked my fingers with slippery pee stuffs. Then she tapped my hand to stop and wiped my hand with her wrapper.

Later she brought her hand over into my shorts and stroked something inside there. As if that was not enough, she slowly got up to check if Uncle was really asleep. He back was turned at us. Then she pulled down my short a little and gave me my first ‘bee-jay’. The sensations felt good. She later wore her undies, tied the wrapper over her waist and laid facing up on the bed. If I say I didn’t press breasts tire that night, I am liar. I woke up the next morning feeling ten years older. Of course, the lady had gone. Later after Uncle had gone to work, if you see how I carried my shoulders as I walked around the compound, you’ll think my father is the landlord.

My stay was unexpectedly cut short by an incident triggered by the stupid dog in the compound. At about eight in the night, a lady came to visit us. Uncle told me to follow him out to go buy something. At the grocery shop across the road, he bought drinks, sausages and gave me some. As we got back into our compound, Uncle told me to wait outside for him until he has finished discussing with his visitor and then I can come in to sleep. I innocently nodded my head, asked him to help me tear off the sausage’s package and skipped off to play. As Uncle dashed to his room, I couldn’t help wishing I had slept off earlier.

Then came the dog’s matter. It pursued a fat rat out of the compound and disappeared out of sight. I have never seen a rat run so fast. From eight to ten p.m, Uncle still hadn’t finished his discussion with the visitor. I got cold, bored and weary. Then the dog came back and stared hard at me. In my mind, I was like… what is your problem nah, go back inside. Instead the stupid thing began to bark at me and later started to growl. Me too, I got angry, took off my slippers, aimed and sent it flying into the crazy dog’s head. Whether a demon processed the dog or the dog processed a demon, I don’t know. It angrily shined its dentition and dashed at me.

I didn’t need invitation before I dashed indoors. The dog pursued me o. I tried to target Uncle’s room door but the dog was so close. I grabbed the nearest door handle, yanked it down and burst into the room. Most unfortunately, I bumped into husband and wife who were being intimate live. The woman quickly tied wrapper while the husband wore his shorts and asked me ‘what is the matter’? I could only stammer ‘dog o… dog o…’ The man got angry and told me to get out of his house. He did everything to force me out but I held tight to the door handle. He later called Uncle who chased the dog away, discharged his visitor and put me to bed.

The next morning, he took me straight to my parents. When they asked him why he brought me back so quickly, he said he was posted to another state for a short assignment so he had to do the needful. In my mind, I was like… ah, Uncle you can lie o. Why didn’t he just say I was disturbing his privacy? I couldn’t wait for school to resume the next week so I could narrate my experience to my group guys.

When school eventually resumed, the first day was bad. In my eagerness to rush off to school, I didn’t pay much attention to my dressing. I stopped along the way to pee and then… as I hurried off to school (I was already late), the people I met on the way would smile and nod at me. The school morning assembly was ongoing when I burst into the school compound. All heads turned around and looked at me. Some of my class mates burst into laughter. Then a teacher shouted at me to zip up. I looked down and to my horror saw my third leg peeping out of my short’s zip. I momentarily died.

I didn’t think I could endure the taunts from all the children in the school that day. I did U-turn and headed to back to the gate. The teacher shouted at the Security Guard to “hold am o… hold am o…” Hold me where? I ran towards the Guard, dived between his legs and bolted out of the school compound. After school hours, some pupils came to my house armed with chalks and drew graffiti on a little boy with a long stick pointing out of his hip, on our the outer walls of our fence. Small children can be mean eh.

I soon had my first taste of ‘real woman trouble’. I’ll try to summarize it as short as possible. After I got back from Uncle’s place, an Aunt came to visit for some time. You know how ladies sleep at night… they just tie wrapper or wear gown with nothing under. So that particular night, she came to sleep on my bed because everywhere in the house was full. As midnight came, I thought I could play the same game I played with that lady that refused Uncle touch her without protective garment so a little while after she settled in beside me and slept off, I gently slid my hand under her wrapper and begin to creep into her hip confluence. The Aunty didn’t move. I thought she was enjoying it like the other lady so I crooked my fingers and dived it into ‘the place’.

You can imagine what happened next? Aunty screamed, grabbed my hand and applied three quick slaps on my wrist. The slaps paralyzed my hand. Then she jumped out the of bed and ran out of the room. The next moment, I heard my mom call my name. Who wants trouble? I pretended to be asleep. Mom called me again but I didn’t answer; I shut my eyes tight. I was thinking about the lie I would tell to defend myself when a super-hot slap landed on my face. Oh boy eh, I saw seven stars. Mom dragged me out of bed to the living room and made me kneel down. Dad came out of his room with his Moroccan leather belt, sat disappointed on the chair and asked me to confess my sin.

It was then that I understood why the short peeping tom just laid in the gutter after the blocks crumbled under him. I didn’t know what to say. If I tried to talk, a thousand words would want to force themselves out of my mouth at the same time. My heart was beating like jazz. That was how they carried me on the center table for dad to design my bottom with twenty-five lashes of leather belt.




More updates tomorrow. Back to work.

sleemfesh:

Maka why?

Am one of the admin of the site. But it's okay. You can deal with it your way.

Call me ASAP. 08060511898.

[quote author=HungerBAD post=52040031]I will make this one short.

And this advice goes not just to you,but to others too like you,who are either not mature enough to know the definition of what a 'Girlfriend' is,or simply waging an unwinnable fight.

He is your Boyfriend and not your husband. Nigerian girls,for some strange reasons can't seem to differentiate between the two.

You have no rights over him,and or who he chooses to put on fb or any of his social media platform. You too can go ahead and reciprocate By adding a guys picture on yours.

You can't force your boyfriend not to be friends with other females,because he is dating you. And from your post,I think you are the type that monitors everything about him.

Quit that habit,and get serious with other things in your life. If I was your boyfriend,I would have ended this relationship a long time ago,as an unsecure girlfriend will eventually become an unsecure wife with plenty of troubles.

If you are not his wife,stop acting like one.





... who wrote this is practically insane, you no get sense, I repeat, e b like say you chop craze. .. if you are my gf I will never make you feel uncomfortable when am with another girl, I will prioritize you especially in event like wedding, clubbing, birthday party etc simply bcus you are my gf, I will never make any other girl feel too important especially in your presence, let us be honest with ourselves, are we going to allow our girlfriend dance freely in the club with holding her back or giving her the look of ( be yourself) ? Yeah we are bound to have female friends but not at the expense of your girlfriend, especially in her presence, finally putting her pictures on Facebook and shitt, I know my gf will see it, will make a comment, why trying to hurt her? I can only live a carefree way if we are no longer dating or am no longer interested in the relationship. Dear your bf isn't sensitive to how you feel. Lemme spell it out for you, if you break up with him, he will jump right into the other girl"s arm. One advice, silently leave him without telling him it's over. Have a bestie too, be close to another guy who loves making you laugh, start giving your bf distance and start making new funny male friends. You deserve to be happy. Honestly it's not right when a girl complains to her boyfriend because of another girl, if she complains about another guy taking his time, that would have been a different thing and I will not be in support. It's being called a relationship for a reason , not relationshittt.

Bro Ante, I know you are a busy person and it takes your time typing for hrs, trying to explain your experience in details, I swear you dey try. Kudo. My point is when you delay to long , people lost track to follow, you are doing a season movies, releasing episodes every week, but yours is everyday. Abeg take it easy , upload like 2 for the day, ( I knw am asking for much) abeg morning update and night updates no go be a bad ideal . Anyway keep feeding us. You toh bhad. One love bruv.

LorDBolton:


living legend...no grammy? was number 2 then kendrick came and bumped him down to 3

can't risk jumpimg on a track with kendrick... can't beef drake

guy nothing legendary about this dude

... and yea i'm a cole fan sinc friday night lights and presently bumping yhis inferior album
born sinner still his best work (imo)

Nigga you really don't knw much about rap, kindly answer this question, how many rapper have won the Grammy award? Nas was / still the greatest rapper alive ( one of the greatest) he never won Grammy. So you know, Grammy award is overrated and fixed. Nobody cares about the award anymore, the most important thing is keeping your fans alive and happy. When Macklemore won Grammy , he admitted that Kendrick Lamar deserve to win it. So bro, you know little about rappers. Finally he's album is the best album I have listened to in 2016.

princewaldex:



have you eat?

abi you never smoke?

i'm sure na your gf told you what to type for i know you too young to put up a first class nonsense here!!!! suck her instead i ain't need your Bleep here

Nigga, my girlfriend won't even bother to trade your immatured post. Don't worry, just go back to Facebook and continue your conversation with your girlfriend. Una fit eachother

You are not even mature to handle a girl, and you are here asking for mature advise. Nigga go and suck some "P"-ussy jor. You are dating a kid and you come here to talk about it. Who still go on Facebook to talk about relationship these days? It's you n your kid gf. Go and face your book. I hate topic like this.

USA used abi? Don't worry 500k is coming to your account soon.

Ante, one thing I noticed about you be say, in everything you did, you applied wisdom, you didn't snitch, you didn't betray and finally you always gat your guy"s back. These days na pussiesss full everywhere , how many guys fit stand with his fellow guys without miss-yarning? Hope you finish university early 2000s? Abeg answer my question.and upload sharp sharp.

Oga PS4 hacking can been done only in Brazil, not in Naija. Be careful, I believe you bought it expensively.