₦airaland Forum

Africans and their culture.


Who has the Virgin dance helped?

It was unfortunate that the British robbed Africans of their heritage. The bronzes belonged to the Edo people and it is not late to return them to their ancestral home.

Welcome to the 15th Century.

There are many mistakes in Nigeria.

Many of the politicians are errors.

Good development.

But the main issue is let the revenue be used for real developmental projects.

SeyiDominion:
Nice update

Thank you.

Cool story

Cool story

One of the reasons doctors and other workers go on strike is the hypocrisy of government.


Government that claims there is fund is earning fantastic salaries and allowances.

How do you reconcile the paradox?

Nigeria must be a very peculiar place.


If not, nobody will vote an old man with health issues as President.

READING

TALES THAT TOUCH THE HEART. POLICE REALLY NEED TO LEARN AND SHOW CIVILITY.

DAYS OF THE JACKALS.

WHAT A TRAGEDY. RIP.

FrankAkowe:
If I were Bola Ahmed Tinubu,

I will call a press conference as soon as possible, probably tomorrow, Monday 24th May, 2021.

I will thank God for the opportunity He has given me to serve Nigerians, especially Lagosians in various capacities including as a Senator and as Governor (May 29, 1999 to May 29, 2007).

I will thank Lagosians and Nigerians for their support and goodwill; I will also thank those who are clamoring that I should contest for the Presidential election in 2023.

Then, I will announce that I have decided NOT to contest in that election.

I will assert that my reason is purely personal.

I will affirm my belief in one Nigeria and that I will be ready to continue to contribute my quota to the development of my political party and this country in any other way.

Once again I will thank Nigerians.

God bless you all.

YOU WERE ON POINT

Hmn...I WISH TINUBU SOONEST RECOVERY. I ALSO HOPE HE WILL NOT BOTHER TO CONTEST ANY FUTURE ELECTION.

Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor. What the Bleep did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company!

And then my stomach growled loudly.

Oh, for crying out loud.



TUESDAY

I awoke to hear insistent rapping against my door. How long they'd been banging outside I didn't know, but the noise wouldn't go away, even after I'd tried drowning it out with a pillow over my ears.

Bleary eyed, I finally staggered out of bed and peered through the peephole. I was rather hoping to see Nancy, or even maybe Rosalinda. But I was left with my disappointment. Damn lawyers...

I opened up to see one of the distinguished gentlemen I'd met yesterday at Mr. Kendall's law firm. 'Mr. Rubenstein' if I remembered the name correctly. He looked at me quizzically.

"I apologize for appearing at your door unannounced, Mr. Robins, but your mobile is not answering."

"Oh, yeah. I think I broke my phone last night."

"I see." He glanced up and down at my disheveled appearance. "Are you just waking up?"

"Yes."

"But it's already 10am."

"Well, I don't have a job anymore."

He chewed on that for a second. "Quite right. May we come in?"

"Yes, of course, of course." I stepped out of the doorway and as Rubenstein came in, I noticed the second person for the first time.

I wasn't quite sure how I'd missed her in the first place, as she was a statuesque blonde and devastatingly attractive. She was also holding a very familiar stack of folders.

My guests removed their shoes politely (African tradition) and then the three of us sat down in my living room, me on the couch and the two of them in my only wing chairs.

I looked back at the stack of folders, trying to remember why they looked so familiar.

"Ah," Rubenstein continued. "you left these in the car yesterday evening, an accident I'm sure."

The blonde held the folders against her chest and smiled at me. I was still wondering who she was as I looked up at her pretty face and silvery blue eyes.

Rubenstein followed my gaze. "Oh yes, where are my manners. Allow me to introduce Miss Cooper. She will be your new personal assistant."

My eyes immediately flashed back to Rubenstein. "Excuse me?"

"Your new assistant," he repeated. "Given your lack of experience in these matters and with Mr. Kendall's portfolio, the firm decided that you needed a little help in making this transition.

"As executors of your father's estate, we are given some leeway in making decisions such as this to protect the estate and ensure that it is well taken care of.

"Miss Cooper comes highly rated and from one of our top agencies. She has extensive experience in all the areas we believe you will need her for."



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

Another tragic end.

This issue has shown governors with 'balls' and those without.

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Now most people, when trying to get themselves out of a hole, wind up talking too much. I'd rambled a good bit but now tried to shut myself up lest I say anything to further damage my chances with Nancy.

But she didn't say anything either, just staring at me while seemingly turning things over in her head.

In the end, after many, many long seconds, she simply said, "I think it's time for you to leave."

Before I could say anything, my stomach growled quite loudly.

It almost broke the moment, and I saw a smile tugging at the corners of Nancy's lips. But in the end, she just looked down and pointed at the door.

I couldn't help it, I gently held her shoulders in my hands, and kissed her softly on the cheek. But then with a heavy heart, I quietly stepped away and let myself out the door.

Once in the hallway, I started striding to the elevator, my cell phone already out in my hand as I thumbed it back on.

If she had set me up, oh man was I going to kill Rosalinda.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Rosalinda pleaded with me, her voice slightly distorted by our intermittent cellular connection.

"you're sure? Paparazzi just like to hang outside Geno's waiting to see if Tade Robins will show up? And who are these 'sources' who say we've been dating for four years?"

"Like I know? I wasn't planning anything."

"Oh, and the whole conversation about me pretending to be your boyfriendhelping your career? I'll bet that never happened? I imagined the whole thing!"

Now Rosalinda's voice took a turn for the pissed off. "Look, I swear to you again that I had nothing to do with it. you can choose to either trust me on that or not. Just stop yelling at me!"

Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor.

What the Bleep did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company!

And then my stomach growled loudly.

Oh, for crying out loud.




Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

Many of our higher institutions are becoming glorified secondary schools.

Nice