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They cleaned my bowl of 3.7gb
Haba I never use anything na

Let's start planning on how to break the news of defeat to Buhari come 2019 so that someone will not slump and die

That's not true, use it previous night, I download 487mb of movie!

FPB (Federal Poly Bida)
Computer Science Department


Those lecturer that will just download a 500 page of handout and give you to go be be reading!

who am I talking of?

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This is a stale news

OP IS IT YOUR BREAST WHY ARE YOU COVERING IT OVER SABI YOU WON'T MIND YOUR BUSINESS, COVERING OTHERS PEOPLE'S BREAST

Suzy wasn’t a good girl but then who’s a good girl? From how I was brought up, a good girl should be able to abstain from sex until marriage. A good girl should dress to cover the vital areas of womanhood. A good girl shouldn’t be found in places where immoral men hang out. The only place for a good girl is in church and also should make the kitchen her best friend. If these are the truth, then Suzy wasn’t a good girl but there she was, getting married to the man of her dreams.
I know Mansa from childhood because we both grew up from the same church and was even in Sunday school together. We became part of the various societies in the church as we age. Mansa wasn’t the typical church girl you would be proud of. She was the girl every mother warned their daughter about. I remember one day when an elder of the church was advising me to distance myself from Mansa, the exact words he used was “Don’t you think Mansa is too hot a girl for you to hang around with?”
Mansa found a husband and again, I was the bridesmaid of the wedding. ‘Too hot” found her a husband in the same church. Maybe men want it too hot, who knows, I thought to myself. Recently, I came across wedding anniversary photos of Asantewaa. You remember her? yeah, my high school mate who believed sex opened a lady’s eyes to the world. Asantewaa had been married and celebrating their anniversary with her husband and kid in photos spread on her Facebook page. She too found a man who didn’t care about the fact that she wasn’t a virgin. Someone married her, regardless.
These stories of my ‘bad’ friends getting married while ‘good’ me is still single made me think differently about the whole concept of who or what a good woman is. My parent had the best intentions but the motivation of their intentions was wrong. They thought of creating the kind of woman a man would want to live with instead of molding me into the kind of woman I would grow up to be proud of. What is it about a man that a woman has to be molded for? Maybe, women should be raised for themselves and not for a man because what a man wants can’t be predicted. A man will always want what he wants and his choice of a woman follows no trend.
I have no regrets. I’m happy for those I’m happy for. Maybe my situation of not having a man in my life at the age of 35 has nothing to do with my decision to remain chaste until marriage. Like my pastor mostly tells me “The one God has prepared for you would wait till you get married before intimacy.” I’m believing that and I pray I remain stronger until the end. But from what I have seen, I believe being a ‘good’ girl has little or nothing to do with it when it comes to who a man chooses to marry. Most like it hot. The hot ones are the ones we mostly call bad.
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I had a hearty chat with him one night. I told him; “John, I’ve loved you from day one and I believe you do too. It’s almost five years since we’ve been together. Nothing is wrong with us. We hardly fight or do anything wrong against each other so I’m surprised you refuse to let us get married. We don’t have forever. Especially me, I don’t have forever so let’s do this thing once and for all. We have one year to get married. A year from today, if nothing happens, I’ll walk out, and I mean it.”
I saw a change in his attitude afterward. He became contemplative and very calculative in his dealings with me and I enjoyed it. He promised me he was going to do everything not to lose me and even brought up a plan to follow to achieve marriage in a year. I didn’t fall for those because I knew his changing attitude. Six months later, nothing happened. I stopped reminding him I was counting the time.
Nine months later, still nothing happened. He kept telling me he was running out of time but I shouldn’t worry, everything would turn out ok.
Eleven months later, he came asking me for two more months to get her parents to agree to the date of the marriage. I told him; “John, I love you but we have only one month. After I’ll walk away and nothing would stop me.”
Twelve months later, nothing happened. I called him in the morning and told him; “Our time is up. I’m moving on and I mean it.”
I cried myself up to sleep most times. My heart was breaking especially when I have to force myself not to pick his calls or see him. He came around most times but I didn’t see him. I resolved not to give him an inch closer to my life. He had wasted my life enough. I couldn’t give him more space.
It was August when I asked him not to see me again. August, September, October, November. Just four months after our breakup, John had a wedding with a lady who came from abroad. I heard from people close to him that John and the lady had been dating for five years. Did you read that? They have been dating for five years! Exactly the number of years I dated him.
I got played!
Friends advised me to cause commotion at the wedding, which I wanted to but a woman has to have some dignity no matter the shame she walks through. If I obeyed friends (who were even ready to cause the commotion with me) and actually cause the commotion, I wouldn’t have only caused John pains. I would have caused pain to another innocent woman who had no role to play in this whole transaction. And I would forever remain the woman who went to cause commotion at the wedding of her ex. That tag was too much to carry.
I let it all go. The pain didn’t go away. Three years after the event, I still cry when I remember. I hope sharing this will help me bury the pains once and for all. I doubt but I can only hope.
-Story by Lucy Manso, Accra, Ghana.

All my teachers de here oh! bro it's like we attended Same school oh

I made a post November last year when I got admission, soliciting for help

https://www.nairaland.com/4172372/school-fee-palava-january-here

no one helped me!

av been able to raise 30k while in school here
exam will begin early next month!

Pls nothing is too small help me to struggle through this hard phase of My life!

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Zenith

you have done all your calculations and had put your thoughts in to action! What more could you want? advise?

Oh My God this story is touching (let me confirm Where!!! Oh Yes it touched My leg)

The one That's annoying me the most is that people are still BLIND to these facts! And they will continue shouting sai baba even on empty stomach. Nigerians how could we be so blind with EYES this big

What goes around comes around and stays around