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otunbadan: Hw sir?

I deal on currencies.

Imanuelle: I enter danfo , another Babe enter , siddon near me ,

My blackberry curve 1 com ring, as I answer the call finish, the nnwa Baby come bring out her rubbish bold 5 wey dey hang,
as she dey try use her pinging oppress me, na so I jazz out my tecno, she come put film for her bold 5, as she dey watch , na so my nwa Baby come call me for my tecno n3, as I swipe to answer the call, I notice say the nwa Baby dey look my screen like film, for my screen, the phone write 'Tweety calling'calling' after the call, I come open my whatsapp to send my baby message , as I type 'how's na so my TouchPal add 'are you doing love? '

The nwa Baby surprise, she still compose, then I come open my ttpod, I purposely go select 'what makes a man' by westlife, as the song dey play, the lyrics come dey show, na so the Baby abandon her film dey follow me sing to my lyrics, I pretend like say, I no hear.

Na so I come open angry bird, , the Babe dey move her head like say na her head dey the catapult for the game,

After a while, I come open sybla TV to check match, as I watch small, I come tune to mbc 2, seriously , the Babe no know when she say 'hi'.
Her power just finish, her formings floor, as she say what phone is that , na so I tell her, tecno n3, just 13,500. Only wise people understand .

She come collect Bros number, the next day she call me to send apk for her!

hehehehehe...

I thought a Nigerian was involve in the deal.

killuminati: so you mean you will vote odechukwu once again for president?? Chei, I pity your generations!

Mr. Man stop abusing the name of God, don't you know that the meaning of "Chukwu" is God?

Fine fine babes, nothing do una.

Zona.com:
What would be the purpose of the gathering? Giving the late prof a deserved burial or giving mr Gej a sweet welcome

Abeg ask dem for me oh!!!

I speak with mum often than dad. When i was in sch, if need financial assistance, i will tell mum first before i request from dad. Mum will help me persuade Dad to send the money quick.

I became a millionaire at the age of 23 years. it's great to be a millionare.

Heyyyy!

Take it easy with her, she's just a learner.

#Small pikin story#

Wizee: whats meant to be will be

You're right. Destiny can only be delayed.

OH GOD! APROKO PEOPLE TOO FULL DIS COUNTRY... WETIN CONCERN US WITH DEM MATTER?

Sweet thread...

hehe

My friend Timothy shared this on facebook and to me this is the true definition of love!!!

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost 60 years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me.

I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”

“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.

“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.”

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.”

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired oldtimer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.”

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”

“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”

I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”

“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.

“He’s one of the oldtimers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”

“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”

“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”

He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.

“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.”

“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?”

She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Omo, too much GRAMMERS plenty for dis story.

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Drop your email address here, i will email the process of opening and funding WebMoney to you.

Nigeria is supported, i have a verified WebMoney account.

You were disqualified because they dedicted your Naija IP.

Sometimes banks staff play HANKY PANKY with peoples hard earned money. A staff of defunct AfriBank once emptied my mum account because she didn't make transaction in her account for more 5 years, when my mum went to withdraw her money, they told her that she has no money in her account, my mum then spark in the bank hall which draw the attention of the manager, they manager plead with her to have patient while they investigate matter, upon investigation they realise that it was a former staff that zwap her money on the pretence that she didn't transact in that account for years. After every every, they refund her money without interest and she close the account after that incident.

Weselion: did you change your ipin

Yes, i change Ipin when i collected my Visa Card.

Yes, i have use my Acess Bank Visa Card (ATM) to buy 3 domains from Godaddy. I also use it to verify my Payza account.

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I hope you won't ask for money if i send you email?

methodman: Nigerians and the way dey run their mouth. Smh.....if you truely know the worth of bookmakers, u wont be shouting because of N8400. Fine he might not have paid you yet but have you called their customer care line to find out the reason behind that? This isnt rocket science Mr. Let me hint you...Monday to Wednessday, the internet banking platform was very poor. I noticed that.We couldnt make payouts to our clients. Do you know the number of people that made withdrawals just like you did? And hey, there is also a limit to the amount that you transfered. Just calm down. You will get it. Please dont insult me because i already know u cant control ur mouth.

Stop this long story and pay him. Your stipulated pay-out time frame is 48 hours, why taking you so long to complete his request?

What is their website link?

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Rapper was rushed to Los Angeles hospital late Tuesday night.

Lil Wayne was back in a Los Angeles hospital on Tuesday after suffering from another seizure. The 30-year-old Young Money boss, who revealed in March that he suffers from epilepsy,
 was taken to Cedars-Sinai Hospital late Tuesday night by his bodyguards, according to TMZ.

Citing anonymous sources close to the rapper, the site reported that Weezy suffered a single seizure and was treated and released on Wednesday morning (May 1). A spokesperson for Wayne could not be reached for comment or confirmation at press time.

Wayne spent nearly a week in the intensive care unit at Cedars-Sinai in March after suffering multiple seizures. He called in to Los Angeles radio station Power 106 after his release and told DJ Felli Fel about his chronic condition.

"The thing is, man, the bad news is, I'm an epileptic, so I'm prone to seizures," he said. "This isn't my first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh seizure. I've had a bunch of seizures; y'all just never hear about it. This time it got real bad because I got three of 'em in a row, and on the third one, my heart rate went down to, like, 30 percent. Basically, I could've died soon. That's why it was so serious. The reason being for the seizures is just plain stress, no rest and overworking myself. That's typical me, though."

Story story, storyyyyyyyyyyyy

THIS NEWS IS GABAGE, I CAN'T BELIEVE THOSE FABRICATED LONG STORY.

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