Emmy000seun:
Getting the car is not an issue, but are you fit? Like mentally, psychologically, physically?..Iquote author=IamOladayoh post=105323626]

I will appreciate if you have any car delivery link
I am also interested

please do you have any for me? I'm in Lagos, ajah precisely

IamOladayoh:
I am fit bro. 08164372669 here is my contact

please do you have any for me? I'm in lagos

Emmy000seun:
You need to start from car deliver..going into hire purchase without the knowledge of the job will make it a hell.. because with hire purchase you repair the car yourself and car deliver will be maintain by the owner. Secondly car are cost right now..

OK thanks, I will go with this.

How can one get a car on higher purchase for business please. I am in dire need on it. Some one should please give me a reply.

Can any one help me with information on cars on hire purchase? Please, I'm a teacher and I want to go into uber. Teaching can't feed myself and my mother. Please, who has an idea on how I can get a car on hire purchase? Where can i get one? Please i need answers.

Please nairalanders, I want to go into uber driving. I have been teaching for a while and it isn't fetching anything. I am a serious minded business person. Please, does any one have any information on hire purchase for a Toyota corolla preferably? Please help me.

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Mine was when I was travelling for my dad's burial with my family. I felt really pressed as we journeyed. My stomach rumbled AND goosebumps were all over my body. I had to sit with a part of my bottom. Hot sweat ran through me. I was constantly clinching the sit opposite me with my hands as my stomach rang really loud sounds. God was kind to me that we stopped at an eatery in Benin. The closer I got to the toilet, the more the "thing" increased. My village people didn't succeed las las.

Ronaldo Yakubu! Even if you try to score a goal, it wouldn't agree to score

AFTER letter R , na letter S. RSS are better, SARS come bad! we moveeee!

moneyshop:
Our policeman are truly working. Look how they give that thief lipstick

When we told them to either learn a handwork, go to school, or do business... They won't agreed, instead they would come and be thiefs.

I work and trained myself in Universities and I graduation with a First classes in English Languwage.

There is nothing you can't achieve, if you're focused.

He has met his end probably

You cracked me up!

Some people are faulting the media agency [that came to investigate the massacre in their country] like it didn't happen in the first place! We can't curb out bad leaders with all these stupid banters. Let's be using our oblongata o!

squash47:
afa, we Dey Benin now, we were very lucky.

some Benin old women saw us and I told them about our mission to seek justice for pikins wey Dem flog because of teacher mess..

they saw sense in the protest mission, consequently, they gave us some technical flying equipments, right now we dey fly come with plantain leaves.

where we go meet una ?

We don even enter Togo sef. we wait tire, we no see una.

themaestro08:


I don't know if this is a fictitious tale or not but I can relate to this - i was once a victim of corporal punishment in school. It was a horrible experience, painful that it left a devastating impact in me.

It was lesson break around 1:10 pm and the next period was I think agric or something ( can't really recall) so after the break end, the bell rang and we refused to come back to our classes ( we stayed in the school mosque to pray and later we sat chatting).

We finished our business and walk to class, upon entering, the teacher asked where have we being all this while, we told him but he dismiss our reasons and excuses. We were three, he instruct each of us to lie on a bench subsequently whipping us seven strokes of whip( it was hell, after the flogging, i felt as if my buttocks were emitting smoke) I didn't tell anyone at home or even report to the school authority ( I am sceptical any action will be taken)

An offence? Yes. Did we deserve such an appalling punishment? Absolutely no. A word of caution might have sufficed.

However, i call on Nigerian education authorities to ban the use of corporal punishment and other degrading means of discipline in our schools - its counterproductive, inefficient and not fit-for-purpose. No kid deserve to experience such trauma.

As playful as mine sound, it is true.

squash47:
I'm in Delta presently.

please you and the others should wait for us in costain, me and my crew are already on our way marching Nakedly.

they are about 50 of us. This injustice must be addressed.

# Justicefortheaccusationofsmall
smallpikindem .
# Enogobetterformess
# EndEwagayin_inschools

Lol. Lagos go know say mad men dey Nigeria

squash47:
[ I support this justice move ..
we need to match so that the government will hear us.
anytime you're ready to match, let me, we are strongly behind you. # Justicefortheaccusationofsmall smallpikindem . # Enogobetterformess # EndEwagayin_inschools

We are starting this morning from Epe to Badagry. We would be naked.

jawalis:
You should still be in Primary school with this low mentality of yours

sharap my dear. With your high mentality,look at who is ruling you!

My real life experience.
Today, I remembered the anniversary of one painful incident that happened during my primary education days, class four. I was brutalized wrongly alongside fifteen other innocent pupils. This teacher who loved EWA-AGAYIN ( beans and fried red oil stew) sat down to eat her meal, eating the beans with those bread that you can fold like EBA, those one that you have to use one hand to hold the remaining big portion while you cut them like you are writing C on a paper. I was watching her because the aroma was too much and I couldn't stop imagining myself consume the something. I saw this lady raise up her left bum bum and let out a solemn holy matrimony fart, those peeeeee-yum kinda something. The smell greeted the whole class and even escaped to the door mouth of the other class, maybe to escape from its own smell. We choked so badly, this teacher had the gut to tell us all to stand up, she ordered Akeem to smell our Nash. The smell was so strong and faithful to its course that everybody's cloth was having the same bad fart plus beans smell. Akeem became confused, his brain stopped working. Could you believe this animal had the gut to tell the teacher that from what his nose told him, we all fart the mess together. I couldn't remind the teacher that she mistakenly fart in case she had forgotten. I was naive, afraid and young. This teacher flogged us, four strokes each. I was just asking my God if it was my fault she farted.
# Justicefortheaccusationofsmall
smallpikindem .
# Enogobetterformess
# EndEwagayin_inschools .

So, I was an adventurous "CHILDRENS" according to one woman who has refused to give me my ten naira change since four years. In one of my craze, I had a "something" with my dad– yea, those daddy's brutal moments. 
I was a swift child. I could scale a fence in the twinkle on a twin, ha! see what I did there?

In this very beating spree, i saw that the muscles in my dad's nose were all out, I had never seen such happen before and I was in a tight corner, I couldn't escape. If I had an open space, I wouldn't have been giving this story today. Seeing that I couldnt run and that the man was still releasing his missile, I had to 'shine' the man to avoid the continuous beating. I played the game of the fainted patient, wetin "consign" me? I just slipped slowly and professionally into 'Disney world.' Baba flogged the first one, the second but I remained still, though my spirit was scratching the spots he flogged. The third cane was lighter and it came with my name fearfully leaving his mouth. Oboi I just continued my sleep o jare!
He lifted me by the hand,I slipped back down like a fifty naira INDOMIE that was cooked by a hungry Abakaliki priest. My pop man's voice became alto-soprano, with a little bit of a distressful vibrato– those wey know music go understand how my papa voice come be. I just thought of him singing Micheal Jackson's 'heal the world.' In ten seconds, my father had sweat come through his entire body, though he was a natural 'sweatee.' Did I hear my papa say 'mummy o'?
Is like I did... I just had to forgive the man and push my self back with a cry into this world. I was the chief manipulator at twelve or fourteen years of age. Baba strolled away to dry his sweat, his body was jittering like a grinding machine. I was treated like a god that day. You know those treatments that a new faintee gets, just like he resurrected na...
ThankGod, I changed. For me, the African treatment works because I was a young man who was tasty for blood and power. I had anger issues to a fault, was rebellious and inquisitive. You know where I would have led my craze to...

brize:

You should actually smell something meaty��

With a little pepper by the eyes.

MhisTahrah:
Is 'you're' so hard for you?
It's the other way round, Alfa boy.I hit some nerves which is why you keep replying with essays.
Get off the internet and get a life.You've disgraced yourself enough, don't you think?

You should use your advice.

lilachiever:


Sorry o, Professor of English...

You're correcting someone's English, yet you type a personal pronoun "I" using small letter.

Now tell me, who's the mumu, you or him?

Na oversabi go kill you

Y'all need to stop the craze and follow me to the vigilante post, we have a "tiff" to 'cash.'

godkiller:
Jokers, both the senator and Buhari.

We are training youths on solar panel production and installation.

If you want to learn or volunteer to teach please drop your WhatsApp number, location and area of interest.

God bless Nigeria.

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My two cent

Quote: . I recollect that man has goals in his heart , but would love to achieve them with peace in between!

I was the insect in the woods, destruction took heart's centre-stage. I loved tears and man's last plea for mercy. It helped me accomplish the feeling of power.
I wished to be feared, not the fear created from religion or official posts. I chose terror to accomplish mine!
I wished blood on my flip-flop every day , I wished my feet stamped on cadavas I had annihilated from life. I prayed to ransack the community and beyond with my mercenaries.
Here am I today, stationed to these prison walls for a fight so small. The people wanted peace, they couldn't continue running, they paid to have me here. I recollect that man has goals in his heart , but would love to achieve them with peace in between! Today, I seek peace.

ugolinze123:
Clapping.....you write well. Interesting fiction love it

Thank you...

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She swore about how she would make my life a hell if I let her go. Thinking that she was bluffing, I let her off, only to find her at my door step, she broke my door at my refusal to open, came into the house to just sit and talk. I felt how sociopathic she was. Talking and holding me even without a reply. Already, news had hit home [to my mom] of a Lady that WS head over heals with me. I had to call mom , telling her that this "ducking" thing was not even a sexual relationship. The lady left because I remained silent even as she talked. I wanted to truly get off the toxic thing called friendship. My relative kept getting texts from this lunatic lady. Over 50 texts everyday for three weeks. She fell really ill in the forth week, I got a text that she needed help from her phone only to rush to her house, and found her, totally ravaged by illness. She had lost weight, seemed old, darker , broken lips, bulgy eyes and an unkempt hair. I had to take her to the hospital, after which she was directed to the physiatrist. I had to always visit according to the doctor's order. She got herself again and on discharge, she left back for the states. Though we keep a good communication, for her sanity, I ain't doing again...!
Local man cannot can!

obsession of a sociopath [My experience] 3
Friend. Five months into our FRIENDSHIP, she got TOO close to me that she would call every other persons by my name and was basking in the euphoria of her newly found friendship. One day, a female friend called me to complain that she got a call from a number, threatening that she stayed away from me. When I got the number and checked, nna, it was my formerly depressed friend o. I called her and shouted, raging and angrily promised never to see her again, then wahalai started. She placed 276 calls to my phone, came to my place and waited since I locked myself indoors, knowing very well that she Would want to come around!
I got texts upon texts, from threats to pleas, from cusses to depressed notes. The next day, I called her and asked that we meet in a cool bar I visit sometimes. She came around and we settled our scuffle. She hadn't eaten since the day before and her tears made me almost teary. We went to her house as she made us a meal.
Happy ever after was cut shut when a distance relative called again, telling me that a hidden number called threatening her to steer clear off me. I got really angry and called her, telling her that I wanted-out of such toxic friendship. The lady spoke "demonically", telling me how she was entangled to me and would not leave..., how she was going to kill my relative with a knife and how she would have to kill herself if she lost me. She spoke about getting me to impregnate her so she would tied me down. How she

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problem. After my SERMON, she wiped her nose and we introduced ourselves. I made her ''laughter'' and kicked a new wind of joy into her. I discovered that there wasn't any tangible reason or gargantuan problems that caused her the tears. At seven that evening, when I had to ''exit the building,'' she decided to leave too.We took a walk from the river to the main road, exchanged digits, I walked her to her car (She told me she brought her ride while we discussed.) We kept in touch after that day and from our convos, we had similar likes and dislikes. Since I kept a happy convo, she was always calling. Though it "burnt" my poor pocket at the time, I took her out and insisted that the bills were paid by myself. My aim was to restore her joy , her mind and finally bounce. I noticed that she had no friends or an interest in marriage but since I knew these lekki ladies and their feminism shit, it was rather normal to me. I became a ''father figure'' for everything she needed. She became a talkative person with me. Visitations were done countlessly and life seemed beautiful. I saw how happy she seemed and how young she looked in a short while. My only ''ish'' was her living her life for me. She would always call to know the kind of hairstyle to make , the kind of food to cook , what to wear and if to go out...
I was treated like a man,a father and an elder!
I also noticed how quick she frowned at any feminine gender that I came across. I waved that off and continued been a sweet

N.b- A sociopath is one with an anti-social personality disorder

I took some time-off to the river-side...
This river had been a place where I seldom sit (alone) for hours without feeling tired. It was connected to the big Lagos ocean and its view was fascinating!
On this Friday, I went there to calm my head and get a newer energy. On arrival, I saw a lady who sat carelessly, having an unkempt hair. She seemed quite older than I was and had some flesh. It wasn't too odd to find her there, but her posture proved that she wasn't feeling too good, maybe emotionally. She seemed quite hunched and emotionally down.I took some distances from her and sat down on the sandy floor,brought out my phone and started enjoying my CHESS game as the wind hit my pores. After a while, I took a side view, only to see the lady crying. I turned my face away quickly, sat and contemplated on what to do, fidgeting like a rat that found itself in a new house. I resolved to speaking with her. ...so I found myself in the most toxic of bullshits life can give.
I walked-up and sat close to her [though I wasn't invite] and said, ''you look beautiful when you cry, but smile so I can check if nature served you a fine face.''
She looked at me and I saw the Mephistophelean catarrh that were present and runny from her nose! I insisted and inquired about the reason for the tears, only to find out that depression was babe's