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Please can one get an IVF ART training in Nigeria? if so, please where.

igborubausa:
actually , the company I am going to have an interview with is, C-WAY. it is located in Shanghai, China. the job I apply, is quality manager. I am supposed to be in charge of the whole material issues in C-WAY, including the standard by which they source their raw materials, the manufacture procedure improvement, and the final quality test .....

I will be in charge of more than 200 black boys, at that moment.

, So you want to have sex with the 200 boys shey, na you sabi, post the pics first, then you shall be taken as being serious, ok!.

igborubausa:
this is your way to treat a white lady , who is in hope of coming to your country ?

so hospitable.

if i slap ur real black face ehh, u go behave, naughty boy.

Are you for real? so your criterion for choosing a country for employment is based on the availability of hot boys, at the onset i took you seriously but now it seems you are related to airforce1.

ELKHALIFAISIS:
how do u want me to understand Cameroonian dialect Abeg no room for Cameroonian in our republic

Abeg ur mumu don do, u need to take ur evening routine drugs, i am not only a niger deltan but also a south southerner, i no know blw me and u who go pursue each other frm rivers state, I'll put you in my prayers, u nid it. Bye, you don't deserve my interactions ur iq is too low, d best i could do is to put you in my prayers because u go soon pick komkom.

ELKHALIFAISIS:
which stupid dialect be so one of these ppl we go chase inside Bonni river

I understand ur lang but u don't understand mine, that shows i'm not ur equal,bro ur heart is ugly as well as ur person, may Jah forgive you and never allow you pass through such ordeal, only if you are not one of them.

ELKHALIFAISIS:
amadioha piawakwa gi akpa amu gi .... from igboiche to ngokpuara what is the distance tell the clown to complete the story or all this curses will be on his family head b4 downfall ewu awusa

Stop being hay wired 'ezei wa reme rehu' i personally know more than 3 persons that escaped being kidnapped in that same area and under similar circumstances, don't allow hate to over cloud ur power of reasoning if u have any, this is a dilemma faced by many people, do not pretend it doesn't happen, we all owners of the land would be all affected in one way or another. Abeg get sense.

ELKHALIFAISIS:
bloody yellowbar liars trying to paint Igbo's black.... how is Biafra their problem when they have badoo skull smashers and skull miners roaming hopelessly in every nook and cranny of Western region, Op u are a liar, first and foremost Jehovah witness don't pray, So when did u learn how to pray secondly u run joint account with your father, please how come do u have ATM since the acc is joint, even if u are holding the ATM on the joint Acc, according to your post, u said u begged ur either blood to allow u borrow some money to open road side business, since u have ATM for the same account why not borrow the money without going to him liar from Ngokpura junction to where they kidnap u is very far, u forgot to tell us where the vigilante group found you... in my conclusion Nairaland is full of tribalism and self centred , AWO is the cause and father of tribalism and bigotry in Nigeria, what will u gain in rubbishing other peoples tribe while yours is on fire I don't believe this shit , give us evidence that u where really kidnap... rented village cyber warrior... ur post is full of bias... I'm out of here b4 skull Miners descend on me

You are just not ignorant but foolish as well, if you reside in ph you would undeniably affirm that Iguruta jxt and igbo iche are notorious for kidnapping and crime. May be as i earlier said, you are ignorant, who told you jw don't pray!. Ignoramus!.

Thesurvivor:
June 17th to 21th: The scariest story ever

This story is a real life story. It happened to me. (Names have been changed in this story for security reasons.

My name Is Rex. (Not my real name), I work as a sales person for an alternative energy company. Our office is located at a major industrialised location in Port Harcourt. The money I was earning wasn't much, so I wanted to start a business on the side to supplement my income. I have been making plans to start a side business. I started my present work just 4 months back and I haven't saved enough money to start the side business. But then, I had a joint account with my dad. I haven't been operating this account, but recently, due to my dad's health condition, I was the only one who could operate the account.
So, weeks earlier, I went to the bank to ask for the statement of account. I saw that the account had a little more than 2 million naira in balance. I had then called my eldest brother to ask if I could borrow money from I and my dad's joint account, since he was now the head of the family. He refused me, saying that I should try to build capital from my salary.

Fast forward to June 17th. I left my house for work by 8am or so. We usually worked Saturdays because our target customers are usually available during weekends. That afternoon, I and my colleague were supposed to handle an interview of new junior sales persons that would be in my colleague's branch when she was out marketing.

At about 12 noon that day, I recieved a WhatsApp message from our General Manager from Lagos. He sent me a name and a number to call. He said that the man (one Chief Amadi) needed street lighting done for him. I told him that I'll contact the man. I called the man and introduced myself. After introductions, he started giving me directions on how to meet him. He said he was located near Igurita, Rivers State. Igurita is a 35 to 40 minutes drive from Port Harcourt. I was a little scared, especially since I was going alone, but I have gone marketing alone to other areas besides, I wanted to make the sale so as to meet my monthly target.

So, with my office light on and my small rechargeable lamp plugged in the socket, I locked the office and went to see Cheif Amadi.

I reached Igurita about an hour later and called the man. He said he was sending a driver to pick me up. I waited for another 25 to 30 minutes before the driver arrived. The driver called me and asked where I was. I told him I was standing inside a filing station at the Igurita market junction. I also told him what I was wearing. He insisted that I should cross the road and meet him where he was. I crossed the road, saw him and we entered his car.

As we were going, he picked up a woman, dropped her and later picked up an elderly man and also dropped him. He collected money from them as a taxi driver would. (Later however, I would get to understand that those were prearranged passengers.)

We have been driving for about 20 minutes now, and I started getting suspicious. I asked the driver how much further the place was. He said it was a few more minutes away. I was skeptical, so I called the "chief Amadi". He reassured me that we were on the right track that we were going to do rural electrification for them. On hearing that, my confidence returned. I felt like I have already met my target for the month. We drove for another 10 to 15 minutes and entered Igbo Eche, then drove another 5 minutes or so and entered a place the driver said was Achara. He entered a very long, lonely untared road with thick bushes on either side. We drove on this road for about 1 or 2 minutes, then the car slowed down and stopped.

Five or six men started coming out from the left side of the bush. I immediately sensed that this was a kidnapping and I opened the door and tried to escape, but one of them braced the door. I pushed and ran. I didn't get more than 2 meters before they grabbed me. The held me by my waist, covered and tied my eyes with a clothe, then they pushed and pulled me deep into the forest. As they were shoving me, they told me that someone has already paid for me to be killed. They took me along into the forest and we kept walking for about 2 minutes beating me all the while, then they stopped suddenly. Forced me to sit down and tore my shirt and singlet.

They told me that one Alahaji wanted kidney. That unless I provided 6 million naira between that time (about 2 pm) and 6pm that they would kill me and sell my kidney to the Alahaji. I begged and begged. All fell on deaf ears. They started talking about the Alahaji and another person (Odogwu) and deliberating who among the two would pay higher for the kidney. Before long, I heard them on the phone with Alahaji, I didn't hear what was been said, but I was certain that I was gone.

They asked me to call people I know who could save me. I called my siblings, called my employer and colleagues and told them that I was been held and that they would sell my kidney by 6pm if I didn't provide them with 6 million naira.

After a while, others left taking my ATM card and pin. Two men were left to guard me. They started asking me lots of questions to know who I was. I told them that I was a Jehovah's Witness. They asked me several questions, and I kept my cool in answering even smiling at times. I told them that I could provide them with 2 million naira. I told them that was what I was sure of. I also told them that it was a joint account with my dad. They said that can't collect 2 million when some people could pay as much as 11 million for kidney. I begged and begged for them to collect the 2 million as that was all I had.

They called my eldest brother and I told him about the account and that it had some money in it. He said that he couldn't access the account. That it was on I or my dad that could access the account. And my dad was bedridden. I begged him to get my sick dad to do it no matter how he did it.

I lay in the bush with my bare skin, only wearing my trouser till night came. I knew it was night because of the insect and bird sounds and the cool weather. They stood me up, untied my legs and took me to an uncompleted building. As I was entering, I heard the voice of a northerner. I frooze! So, this was it. I kept praying to Jehovah. I prayed that he save my life and also prayed to him that even if I was to die, let him please remember me in his kingdom.
I said this prayer throughout my Kidnapping, severally, maybe a hundred times or more.

They pushed me forward, and I entered the room. They laid me on the floor. I was afraid as never before. They were discussing in low tones and I didn't get what they were saying. (Their language is a distant variation of Igbo language. Thus I could make out a few words and sentences, but not always) After about an hour, they dragged me up and took me into the forest. I was sure they wanted to kill me now. I started singing our Kingdom Songs (worship songs) and praying. After about 10 minutes of walking, we came to a room. The room had rug on the floor. They lay me down. All of them, about 5 or 6, crowded the room and they slept near the door. That night, I tried untieing the ropes and espaping, but the ropes used to tie my hands and legs were stiff.

Later that night, I heard the cry of a baby. I thought their neighbour must be a family man. I was wrong. The baby cry lasted for about 15 to 20 seconds then stopped. Later that night, I heard the man in that other room reciting incantations and humming ominous sounds. That was when I realised that I was near a ritual ground. My fear intensified.

In the morning (Sunday morning) they took me into the bush. I was still blind folded all this while. I sat on the floor, with my hands and feet tied. Under the rain and sun I sat in the bush throughout this Sunday. I sat there till night fall, then they spread a carton on the floor and I slept on it.

On Monday, they contacted my brother and told him to bring the money putting it inside 2 big loaves of bread. Meanwhile, as I was to learn later, my brother was already in Port Harcourt working with a brother in law and the police on getting me back. Somehow, that Monday, they finished late, and the kidnappers were told that the money was delayed by the bank because the money was a large sum. But the truth was that the police were trying to track the criminals. On that Monday, I received horrible beatings and was made to talk to my people, blaming them for my death. They used machete, tree branches and bear fists to hit me severally. Somehow, I survived Monday. They told me Tuesday was my last day. If nothing happened that by evening, they would kill me.

That Tuesday I made frantic calls as I have never made before. (They place the call and push the phone to my ear, and I was blindfolded all the time). And to make things worse, if I was told to say something on phone and I said something similar but not the exact same words, they'll slap me with machete and tree branches. I thank God the machete didn't tilt in their hands and cut my head.

My brother later called that he was at Ngor Okpala junction (where they had told him to come) with the money. They dispatched some men to go and collect the ransom. I waited for maybe 2 hours, then the men returned with news that they have collected the money. I was worried because I didn't see my brother or hear from him. I was certain that they had collected the money and killed him. Also, the way they were talking in low tones made me more certain of that. I asked them about my brother, their answers weren't corresponding. So I started crying that they've killed my brother.

After crying for about an hour or two, I was thirsty.( The first day, they gave me satchet water. The second day, bread and soft drink. The third day was rice with very little water - one - tenth of a cup.) So, after crying, I was very thirsty. I was certain that after collecting the money, they also wanted to kill me and my brother to sell our organs and maximise their gains. I was certain of this but I was too thirsty to care, so I asked for water. They gave me a drugged water. After taking it, I slept. When I woke up, I was high on I drug. My mind couldn't function properly. I was unable to coordinate. I was numb and unresponsive.

At night, they carried me through a forest onto a waiting bike. They gave orders to the bike man and another man climbed behind me to hold me. I was sure they were taking me to Alahaji finially. After driving for about 20 minutes, the bike man stopped. The man behind pushed me down and asked me to start walking. I started walking not knowing where I was going. They drove away. It was all like a dream. I walked for about 10 minutes in one direction and decided to return in the other direction. The scenery was the same. I was lost in a forest.

I was confused and the drug was very strong on me. In amidst the confusion and drugged feeling, I lay down in the darkness on the road and slept.

I woke up felling clear headed and realised that I was really in a forest and that it was no dream. When I woke up, it was still dark. So I imagined that I had slept that night, through the morning, afternoon and then woken up at night the next day. I started wondering "So, no one passed this road the entire day so as to wake me up? That means this is really a deserted forest." I became really frantic to find a house or any village settlement. I walked in one direction for several minutes and then I smelled something. It was the smell of weed. The same type smoked by my kidnappers. I immediately reversed and started running in the opposite direction. My legs were hurting me really bad, but I kept on.

While walking, I saw a torchlight beaming in the forest. I was told by my kidnappers not to mention that I was kidnapped to strangers, else, the person might kidnapp me again seeing that I'm vulnerable. So, I wanted to avoid seeing anybody in this lonely bush. The torchligh went off and was off for several minutes. When I didn't see the light again, I came out from hidding and started walking fast. I was still walking when a vigilante man shouted "Run and I shoot!". I stopped, raised my hands and walked towards him. He started calling out to other vigilante men. They all started coming out from the bush, about 5 or 6 of them. They started shouting that I was a theif and murderer and that they were going to kill me. They started flogging me with their machetes all over my head and body.

I was trying to calm them down and tell them that I am a salesman and that I was kidnapped. They wouldn't listen and continued beating me. They later asked me to provide a number for them to confirm. I called my elder brother's number. It rang twice, but he wasn't picking. They asked me to sit on the floor. I did. They now saw the deep cuts in my ankles as a result of being tied up for 3 days with wire. They then started to believe that I was kidnapped. They started asking me how it happened. I told them everything. They took me to their lodge, and gave me water to bath. They later told me that it was early in the morning (around 3 am) and not evening as had earlier presumed.

In the morning, they gave me food to eat and contacted my family who in turn called the Police. The Police, SARS and Anti-Kidnapping Unit came at about 9 or 10 am. After documenting and videoing me way I was, and asking me they took me with them to their office in Port Harcourt for debriefing.

All Thanks To Almighty God, - @@/.

THE END

All thanks to Jah my brother, a young sister in a close congregation passed through that ordeal while returning from work, she was released the next day, i would suggest you follow up the matter if u choose to, cautiously and discreetly, many brothers i know have almost being kidnapped in that Iguruta junction while carrying out their businesses. Jah's blessings bro.

[quote author=IamAirforce1 post=57834166]It's too late to fail, Amen.

[/quote Your kins men are evil for doing this to you, na to carry komkom remain for you

"He is not from me" so you are now God's holy spirit that appoints, right? all redeem pastors come from you not God, abi? It is gross and insulting when mere imperfect mortals place themselves above the Almighty.

spencerlouis:
lol u ar jst so foolish! go take care of ur slf frst.

If i slap u, e go reach u dere, goofy man.

spencerlouis:
lyk I said!!! it was whn I WAS a man hoee

y stop being a hoe, u are meant to be one,aturu.

Op to slap u dey hungry me, you left bad and did the worst still you're claiming to have moral issues deflowering her, abi you no be the first person to do anal with her? disgusting couple!

Abeg no commit suicide because of food, because e pain u wella, take heart ooh, but i enjoyed ur lies sha.

[quote author=Jacksparr0w127 post=57569281][/quote]chai oluwa! it has do na, person no go hear anoda news.

IamEvans:
It has been really difficult for me to cope in here. Anyone who helps me out of here, I will spare the family of that person from any activity of kidnap. Please help!

Na so u go use put urself for trouble.

Movingcoil:
or bravoteens,
When I was in the world, it use to be my favourite but now Jehovahwitnes.com is my favourite.

jw.org rather.

Movingcoil:
or bravoteens,
When I was in the world, it use to be my favourite but now Jehovahwitnes.com is my favourite.

jw.com rather.

zutu:
Brown roof republic.

Trouble monger

Don't mean to be mean, ewedu and amala tasty! chai dis kai lie self. No wahala sha na so.

Based on what i could see from your profile pic, you are good looking, so not being on par based on physical attributes is ruled out. There are certain things that should be considered, does he come from a very religious background, is he mature(age wise), do you really know him( his associations,morals etc)it is important you consider these seriously because his attitude ain't normal. You are in the best position to discern that.

Badgers14:
We are still saying the same thing. To the police community, he could have done more because of the trainings he received, but from a civilian perspective he tried atleast..

Frankly, I doubt if the police guy survived, from the direction the guy in the back seat was aiming his gun towards the end, looks like the thief man was making sure he finished off the officer.

But when I saw the police guy running out of the room, I weeped , I said to myself, that was a grave mistake.

Didn't you see when it was indicated he survived!

Disfellowshiped young man i knw ur pains, i've met persons like you before, frm ur post it shows u still attend meetings but ur heart is overwhelmed by guilt and an ill heart, it is so sad ur parents and siblings are active witnesses, maybe because of still being an old toddler at home i.e ur parents still fending for u, u are afraid of leaving the house and facing the world. Pls broda beg Jah for forgiveness He loves you and you can always be reconciled with him, learn to have an humble heart and you would gain ur lost joy and get free from this frustration. Best wishes to you and learn to be more responsible.

Piiko:
My direct boss at work told me something she said in business as in life you get burnt but never close your eyes and mind, if by any means u have the resources listen to logical investment options and put your money where your mouth is.

Hmmm, u type in parables

ndcide:
Keep lying.

Those giving you likes are like you

I wonder how they reason, apart from daily expenses he has an additional savings of 75000 for driving a keke that is not his, big liars.

Piiko:
I hear Uber is very lucrative though, it's always good to be investment minded that's the difference between a rich man and a poor man, the rich fear no fall but the poor man is scared of everything and anything. Knowledge and ability to source for money makes the difference. Every super rich man is a debtor

Dats d/f from keke driving, i don't discourage such endeavor but they over exaggerate their profit margin while in reality they live below poverty line. We need to be realistic on such, there are other expenses such as buying fuel, settling touts and regular maintenance and repairs, life isn't easy anywhere.

iamtewwy:
Reccession? Reccession only affect those without brain! I resigned from my 30k job and enterd the streets... I am a keke napep driver naw..i make 5k daily... I give the owner of the machine 2k everyday.. And i go home with 2500 or 3k daily thats after i have eaten 3 square meal oo! 300 for morning 200 afternoon mayb 300 for dinner then i save the 2500/3000. My brother do the calculation...2500×30 days.. How many bankers dey save that money on a monthly basis.... Wat if the keke was my own. Of which i have plans to buy!! Dats abt 130k monthly ..but the graduate in we have this days just want to sit in an imaginary Air condition room!! Sorry na ur name

Many of u come up here and type this shit, but in reality you live in a slum and could barely feed urself, this so called lucrative keke driving is it only found on the internet and not in reality.

ODAROOMS:
What's the Meaning of the OAP usually attached to this People's Name?
I Google searched it & Google confirmed it to be OLD AGE PENSIONER
But I still don't believe it
So anybody with tangible meaning to Help?
Thanks

u seem to be of a comic character, OAP simply means 'on air personality'.

Parents are given the responsibility to care for their children, not to be sent out to be trained by others, imagine ur teen waiting for an entire term b4 he could discuss his fears and troubles to you in person, letting him take weighty decisions without a parents advice, it's a NO NO for me.

nNEOo:
Hmmm, the kind mass burial been received by English over there is gut wrenching.....

my broda their english de choke me nw self.