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Madame, Madame, Madame! God will bless you.

I go facebook get this info, oil and gas. Tinubu working well, help Oando. Buy Oando?

ProphetUtuocha:
Oando's pull back, caused by profit takers, has presented another exciting opportunity for new entrants. Smart investors know what to do!

Good man! Tinubu 4 by 4 years, Oando good for investor?

yMcy56:
You dont have to reply him...
It's that same moniker crying upandan that time, that he bought OANDO but was going down.....
God silenced him and his co-supporters thereafter....
He'll still silence them again....

If you may ask, where's this moniker coming from all these while?

Madame, Madame, Madame! I no do anything to you, why curse me? Why?

Oando good, I go instagram I see good info. Plus Tinubu.

Choiceguy:
Oando paper profit continue to go down. nobody want to buy again even the gamblers

Oando make investor happy soon. Tinubu help Oando. Investor come buy soon, no sell. I want to buy. Tinubu 4 by 4 years.

Raider76:
Then your mind should strong now. Why you de ask?

I want opinion. you no sell, everybody no sell, Oando good. Investor happy.

Raider76:
If dem carry delist nko?

Oga no delist. Oando need investor. Tinubu make Oando good.

Raider76:
Not based on your indicator.

Oga what indicator? Tinubu 4 by 4 years, help Oando. Oando make money, investor happy.

Raider76:
Which one?

Precident of the fedaral republic of Nigeria. Oando give money to investor. You buy?

Mfunkynation:
Why don't you buy because of Hunger in the land

Tinubu 4 plus 4 years, help Oando very well.

dapix:
Sidon dey look !!!!

I want to buy because of Tinubu.

I want to buy Oando, my mind is not strong, what should I do.

I wanted to know if there is a solution to my problem that doesn't involve spending excessively on complicated procedures.

I have had sexual desire ever since I was young, I think around 15 years old, and that led me to start masturbating as a way of relief. I have been masturbating for a long time, sometimes I go without it for long stretches of time but then I always fall back on the habit. I have done it for more than 20 years, though off and on.

Now, I met someone whom I just got married to. The problem is that I don't feel the sensation of orgasm and ejaculation during sex, I can go on and on with her but I won't finish. If I try my usual masturbation, I am able to climax and ejaculate. This is slowly becoming an issue, the fact that I am not climaxing inside my partner's body.

Have you experienced such problems before? How did you solve it? Or should I start planning to pursue artificial insemination? Thank you for reading and commenting.

I wanted to know if there is a solution to my problem that doesn't involve spending excessively on complicated procedures.

I have had sexual desire ever since I was young, I think around 15 years old, and that led me to start masturbating as a way of relief. I have been masturbating for a long time, sometimes I go without it for long stretches of time but then I always fall back on the habit. I have done it for more than 20 years, though off and on.

Now, I met someone whom I just got married to. The problem is that I don't feel the sensation of orgasm and ejaculation during sex, I can go on and on with her but I won't finish. If I try my usual masturbation, I am able to climax and ejaculate. This is slowly becoming an issue, the fact that I am not climaxing inside my partner's body.

Have you experienced such problems before? How did you solve it? Or should I start planning to pursue artificial insemination? Thank you for reading and commenting.

I am very sad. I lost a lot of money in Oando. I cannot sell my shares. I have a big problem. Don't misunderstand me. I started investing in stocks this year. I bought Japaul Gold, Transcorp, and Dangote Sugar. I doubled my money every time. My 4 million naira became 32 million naira. But now I cannot withdraw even 1 million naira. This is my life savings. I saved this money for six years. Please, what can I do? Ncha na acho e ba efi n'anya.

CC yMcy56, PETERiCHY, Locotrader, megawealth01, Ginalex, Ogg, prophet

Generalwoodz:
It's transactional and if your desires are: a pat on the back, orders of appreciation, praise, worship, veneration and obeisances then be upfront and put a ring on her finger. Marry your prostitute! And she'll sing your praise.

It's not about praises or shit like that. I used to believe that orgasm was the pinnacle of pleasure for most women. If you could provide them with that, they would either want more or give you a positive comment. That's why I titled the thread "I was Lied to".

Many of the things that people say or assume are often untrue.

Biglittlelois:
Lol, Op thinks he's special 🤣

Doesn't everyone feel that they are unique and special in some way? For instance, when you buy oranges from a fruit vendor, why do you choose the ones that look better, and who would buy the less desirable ones? Similarly, why do you choose certain hairstyles that you feel suit you better instead of others?

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advanceDNA:
The problem is ..u are thinking u are the only one that gave her an orgasm..... how many number she wan collect....?? One guy or a couple of guys will likely have given her the same experience...
The mind of a prostituté must be highly compartmentalized so that she doesnt attach her body doesnt betray in favor of her trade/clients.... other wise...ósho-free will become the other of the day....

Hahaha

advanceDNA:
U are funny.... u dey expect oloshó to love u...even if she love u...does that mean she doesnt need money..??..

Thats said.....ur experience is why guys are preaching against marrying or dating women with dangerous high body counts..
Sex or orgasm with them is nothing special because several dícks have given the same experience....the law of diminishing return has set in for them...

I had hoped that she would show some interest by asking for my number or inquiring about my future visits. However, our interaction seemed like a typical transaction. I must admit, I tend spend a lot of time in my head, so I didn't say much either.

SenecaTheYonger:
She’s the type that orgasms easily and knows how to bring herself to orgasm. It means almost every guys can make her cum.

It’s those girls that find it hard to orgasm that appreciate the guys that bring them there.

That was quite harsh, man. I put a lot of effort into making her orgasm, and it was not easy, I did a lot of robbing.

Meanwhile, she was using drugs throughout the experience - I believe it was ice, and she did it like three times. Surprisingly, she remained composed throughout, I was worried she might missbehave.

Yesterday, I visited my favorite establishment to relieve some stress. I ordered a medium stout and while I was enjoying my drink, I noticed one of my regular customers. I recognized her from the shape of her butt as she spoke with the bartender while facing away from me. When she turned around, she immediately recognized me, from there we went to her room to engage in sexual activities. I have had sex with her only twice, this was the third time. The reason for my title, "I was lied to," is because people say that if you can make a woman orgasm, she will love and adore you. I was able to bring her to orgasm multiple times, thanks to the skills I learned from watching porn.

Ok, some of you guys will say but these ladies put acts as it is their trade. But, I am telling you I really did, for one, besides the normal moans she got really wet at climax. At a point she was shaking all over and I felt goosebumps on her back.

However, despite this, she still charged me 10,000 after three hours and didn't even ask for my number. It felt as if my efforts were for naught. In conclusion, I feel like I was deceived by the belief that making a woman orgasm guarantees affection and admiration.

Above and Below by The Bravery

Sometimes I feel
Like I wanna leave this place for good
Under the ground
I'll live down there without a sound
And never hear these hissing voices all the same
I'll disappear 'cause living makes me feel ashamed
I must believe
There's more above us and below
I must believe
Stranded with this bitch called hope
It keeps me here
When all I wanna do is go
It keeps me here
When all I wanna do is disappear
If this is it
All we have and ever will
If this is it
Time is running out, I'm standing still
I leave today
'Cause there's nothing left to keep me here
I'll fade away
I'll turn my back and disappear
The city moans
And lunges up right from the ground
The seething earth
It opens up and spits us out
This vicious child
Nature never wanted us
This vicious child
A cancer burning black into its heart
If this is it
All we have and ever will
If this is it
Time is running out, I'm standing still
I leave today
'Cause there's nothing left to keep me here
I'll fade away
I'll turn my back and disappear
Sometimes I feel
Like I wanna leave this place for good
Under the ground
I'll live down there without a sound
And never hear these hissing voices all the same
I'll disappear 'cause living makes me feel ashamed
If this is it
All we have and ever will
If this is it
Time is running out, I'm standing still
I leave today
'Cause there's nothing left to keep me here
I'll fade away
I'll turn my back and disappear
I'll turn my back, I'll disappear

Time Won't Let Me Go by The Bravery

Whenever I look back
On the best days of my life
I think I saw them all on T.V.
I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick for
Someplace I will never be
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But time won't let me go
I never had a 'Summer of 69'
Never had a Cherry Valance of my own
All these precious moments
You promised me would come in time
So where was I when I missed mine?
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If you gave me back those years
I'd do it all better I swear
Time won't let me go
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...
If I could go back once again
I would change everything, yeah
If I could go back once again
I'd do it all so much better
Time won't let me go
Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But you won't ever let me go
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...
Ba ba ba ba ba...

Be Safe by Cribs

One of those f*cking awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers,
beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realising that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.
We each know our own fate
We know from our youth how to be treated,
how we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change
You can change your clothes,
change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up.
Always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield
One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes,
the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey
Nothing good on the radio
Not a thought in my head

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live *out*
Yeah, lets do that.

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land travelled so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract typography, methane covenant, linear gospel,
Nashville sales lady,*stygian emissary* ,torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
Chemotherapy bullshit

The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog pond,
two full closets burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible,
shopping list, Mouth Gig, deaths head, devils dancing,
bleached white buildings, memories, movements
The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak
I can fix my mind on your yes, and on your no
I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts
All too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window,
me standing beside you arm on your shoulder
A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again
*I’m tethered to this post you’ve sunk in me and* Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air twisting your heel,
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears

Inhibition
Distant, tired of longing
Clean *my* teeth
Stay the course.
Hold the wheel
Steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes

Times Square midday
Newspaper buildings, news headlines going around
You watch as they go, *and hope for some good ones*
Those tree shadows in the park they're all whispering chasing leaves
Around six pm, shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror as
she slowly and carefully and paints her face green *mask like Matisse ‘Portrait with Green Stripe’*
Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
like an unarmed walrus
like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog farm, two full closets burst open in disarray,
soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list,
Mouth Gig, deaths head, devils dancing,
bleached white buildings, *memory*, movements
The movie unreeling, about to begin

That was great
Yeah? Mine were alright. Weren't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit...

Worriedguy6699:
For u to have noticed this, you must be very self aware. That’s a curse and a blessing

If you are repeatedly "hated" by others, eventually you will understand who you are and learn to anticipate similar treatment. At work, I shield myself by staying at my computer all day, but as soon as it's time to leave, I become anxious because I know I will face more animosity on my way home. Both the young and the elderly harass me.

Houseofglam7:
Such self loathing 😫😩😫😫

I don't choose to have self-loathing; it stems from real experiences and real hate I've faced. I recall an instance where I attempted to speak with a girl, but she outright called me worwor.

myyansh68:
Post your picture for defending to know if the people are silly.

Why would I share my photo in a public forum for everyone to view? Are you planning to turn it into a meme? I don't enjoy taking pictures as it causes me anxiety. My elderly parents are now pressuring me to get married, but how could anyone want to be with someone like me who is not attractive?

There is more ...

Some coworkers and family members believe that I am arrogant and full of myself, but that couldn't be further from reality. If only they could experience a day in my shoes - not just a particularly difficult day, but an average one. Where do I start? My clothes never seem to fit well, and I wasn't blessed with the best genes. The constant reminder that I elicit disgust in most people is hard to bear. I know I don't have a body odor, but the fact that complete strangers who I've never met assume that I do is bewildering. My unique facial features may not be attractive, and my slim build might make me appear taller. Due to my sleep deprivation for the past decade, I may look tired and worn out. The combination of poor sleep, my genetics, aging, and some personal laziness have taken a toll on my appearance. The constant negativity from strangers has shattered my self-confidence and I've become more reserved. I've missed out on many opportunities because of this and I've been left behind as many of my colleagues have moved on to greater things. I feel sad when I am in public and have found solace in my phone where I lose myself in watching movies, reading, and watching YouTube videos. Last year, I started patronizing sex workers through a friend's introduction, as I felt it would be a shame to go through life without having that experience.

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