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nne3870: My roomate back in the university had an accident and was rushed to the hospital, the doctors refused to take her into the ward talkless of treating her on the ground that we should get a police report.we kept begging them, She was also crying and begging them due to the severe pains she was feeling. Later on her tommy started getting bigger and after 2hours she died outside the hospital, outside and it was drizzling.
Since then I hated doctors and vowed never to visit an hospital even when am sick.
Imagine refusing to treat a student just because we didn't come with a police report to state she actually had an accident.

phoneport: A foolish fool I may say

ddippset: 4 traumatic events in my life, keeping it simple and short. 1. Witnessing a road accident along kaduna abuja road in 2000.I saw bodies of people with opened up skulls and all the whitish stuff showing. 2.growing up in the northern coast of nigeria in kaduna and witnessing the sharia riots of 2000 and seeing people dismembered and others thrown into wells alive. 3 and 4. Watching clips of the aluu 4 being beaten and burnt alive and clips of boko haram soldiers slitting throats of snitches within their organisations in 2012.

Liciase: Mine was my 3rd year in uni,was attacked by robbers,beaten collected my phones,taken into 2 a rice plantation n raped.i felt terrible,worst of all it was a day 2 my birthday.

coastland: I've learned to take life from one angle and so far it has helped me;
I have less nightmare, less anxiety, less grief.
The theory is: every disappointment is a blessing or for those who believe in the christian faith every thing work for good for the children of God.
If u embrace this philosophy you will ever be happy.
After all why worry, why dwell on what u can't change?
Brain Tracy said anything that has no solution is not a problem.
You can't bring back a lost loved one, you can't 'unwrite' what someone said or did to you, so why keep it in you diary and allow it to slow you down.
Don't even think about it, don't even talk about it - let it go!

Think on this, change your paradigm and believe that it happened in the best of your interest.

A word from the Coastland.

1stToComment: I was 7 years old. I still think I was a happy child then, even with the fact I was not my dad's favourite child and he did everything possible to show it, I was still happy. I remember clearly then when myself and my siblings all fell ill during my mum's absence. I developed symptoms before the others and was ignored until the others took ill too. They were taken to the hospital immediately and I was left at home. My little kid brother had to share his medication with me secretly to make me feel better.

The others had lovely pet names but I was named given horrible nick-names by my dad. As a little child I could not understand why I was hated so much. I remember my mum challenging my dad about it after it became unbearable for her, but there was little she could do and I was left to my fate. I did not get presents or toys from him like the others did and I guess I spent more time studying as an escape. I did brilliantly in my academics and was tops in my class. I remember once at the end of the term, how I wailed on my way home after I got my report card. I thought I was 18th best in class not knowing it was 1st as the teachers 's' seemed like an '8'. I thought my dad would kill me. I dared not give him my report card and rather gave my little brother to pass it on when he started shouting for it. I got the shock of my life! He shook my hand and that was the closest display of "affection" I ever got from him.

I got blamed by my dad for anything that went wrong so long as I was present when it happened and after a while my siblings began to have the same belief and scream my name when they hurt themselves.

The worst that ever happened to me was while I was playing close to my sister and she tripped, fell and lost four teeth. She screamed my name, just because I was present and I before I could say Robinson, my father was upon me.

It started with Punches and kicks.His only words were " I will kill you today" My poor helpless mother quickly asked what was wrong and he told her I beat my sister and broke 4 permanent teeth. I could see her turn white. I must have lost and regained conciousness about 2 times and wet myself. My poor mother quickly ran to get a cane to stop the blows, but she could not find any. Unfortunately in her hurry, she came back with a stick that was laden with thorns.

He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying.I could not move afterwards and my mum had to get me treated for multiple injuries.

A week later I was able to go to school but the wounds still looked fresh. My teacher noticed and I was taken to the headmaster's office to explain how I came about the wounds. I told them it was my dad and they stared in disbelief. A teacher volunteered to call the police but another teacher told them I must have done something horrible to get that kind of beating and that they should let the matter go away. They kept asking if I was sure it was my dad who gave me those injuries. They promised to send someone to my home to get the other side of the story but never did.

I still carry some of those scars on my body after 35 years as well as the psychological scars, I grew up to hate my family so much. I remember weeping profusely when I watched the first part of the "Aluu4" murder video before they were finally killed. I was crying because I could imagine what those boys were going through. I was crying for a little boy. I was crying for me.

1stToComment: I was 7 years old. I still think I was a happy child then, even with the fact I was not my dad's favourite child and he did everything possible to show it, I was still happy. I remember clearly then when myself and my siblings all fell ill during my mum's absence. I developed symptoms before the others and was ignored until the others took ill too. They were taken to the hospital immediately and I was left at home. My little kid brother had to share his medication with me secretly to make me feel better.

The others had lovely pet names but I was named given horrible nick-names by my dad. As a little child I could not understand why I was hated so much. I remember my mum challenging my dad about it after it became unbearable for her, but there was little she could do and I was left to my fate. I did not get presents or toys from him like the others did and I guess I spent more time studying as an escape. I did brilliantly in my academics and was tops in my class. I remember once at the end of the term, how I wailed on my way home after I got my report card. I thought I was 18th best in class not knowing it was 1st as the teachers 's' seemed like an '8'. I thought my dad would kill me. I dared not give him my report card and rather gave my little brother to pass it on when he started shouting for it. I got the shock of my life! He shook my hand and that was the closest display of "affection" I ever got from him.

I got blamed by my dad for anything that went wrong so long as I was present when it happened and after a while my siblings began to have the same belief and scream my name when they hurt themselves.

The worst that ever happened to me was while I was playing close to my sister and she tripped, fell and lost four teeth. She screamed my name, just because I was present and I before I could say Robinson, my father was upon me.

It started with Punches and kicks.His only words were " I will kill you today" My poor helpless mother quickly asked what was wrong and he told her I beat my sister and broke 4 permanent teeth. I could see her turn white. I must have lost and regained conciousness about 2 times and wet myself. My poor mother quickly ran to get a cane to stop the blows, but she could not find any. Unfortunately in her hurry, she came back with a stick that was laden with thorns.

He used it until it was no more. At this time, I was no longer screaming with pain. I was too weak to cry. I could see the sadness in the eyes of my siblings and looked on to them with a little strand of hope in my eyes that they will save me. They could not and I thought I was dying.I could not move afterwards and my mum had to get me treated for multiple injuries.

A week later I was able to go to school but the wounds still looked fresh. My teacher noticed and I was taken to the headmaster's office to explain how I came about the wounds. I told them it was my dad and they stared in disbelief. A teacher volunteered to call the police but another teacher told them I must have done something horrible to get that kind of beating and that they should let the matter go away. They kept asking if I was sure it was my dad who gave me those injuries. They promised to send someone to my home to get the other side of the story but never did.

I still carry some of those scars on my body after 35 years as well as the psychological scars, I grew up to hate my family so much. I remember weeping profusely when I watched the first part of the "Aluu4" murder video before they were finally killed. I was crying because I could imagine what those boys were going through. I was crying for a little boy. I was crying for me.

eklassical: mine was on july30, this year when my dad died, i was not around the house,it was just my mom and him... he kicked the bucket without saying a thing to my mom... it was very traumatic.

mystiqueem: Gold Diggers She be miner? Lol!

On a serious note: lets cast our minds back to the past when women only love for LOVE.
1. She suffers through hardship with him
2. Prays and fast daily for God Almighty to help him find his feet.
3. Sometimes do unmentionable things 'so he can eat, cloth and have transport fare for occasional running around'
4. Gets beaten by him but takes it as frustration
5. Even rebukes her family for telling her to move on and so on

When he lands a contract or a good paying job [probably thru her connections]. How does she get repaid?

She's treated with disrespect and cast aside... replaced with a fresh, younger looking babe!

Truth is guys don't like to be reminded of their past failures...
So they leave the ones that knows the truth about their wealth and
Pick new people that worships them because of it!

Ladies learned from her ancestress mistakes and swore NEVER AGAIN!
.... that's what guys call GOLD DIGGING _ Today!

[size=16pt]MEN ARE TO BLAME![/size]

alaoeri: The day my trouser torn seriously on a bike on my way to a very important place almost at the venue.

dmcdad: We guys Now you are generalizing because it's what you do... I can [color=#000000]N[/color]EVER do that no matter what. Anyone that is not willing to accept me the way I am, should board the next available flight to HELL... Gosh!!!

poshest: Mine was when I lost my dad ten years ago,a year later I lost my immediate elder sister and my uncle. It was as if God was not existing. It was a real traumatic experience. my mum almost lost her mind. I really felt for her.

byvan: My mum contrubuting to my loss of admission was the most truamatic experience I ever had.She hated the course I wanted to read,so she denied me access to funds.I had to loose the admission because I couldn't pay the acceptance fee.I met my amazing hubby while seeking a new admission in another school to read the same course my mum hated.This time,My admission was stress free and mum was more than willing to dole out cash for everything I needed to be in a higher instution.God only wanted me to meet my hubby,thus he used my mum.I was heartbroken then but am glad with the outcome of my heartbreak.

aniffy4eva: The day i carried the lifeless body of my daughter.
Something in me died that day - i still can't place a finger on it -

Royal Roy: Yes I felt super surprised she called me that, just because of an argument. I don't know something about that word bastard I just find it too offensive and traumatic to call someone or be called such.


My next traumatic experience was when I was growing up in the secondary school. I had a school son in the hostel who was always tagging along with me to town....which was illegal....and through the fence. It so happened that after I had left the school, about 4yrs later when he was just in SS 1, he was shot by night guards outside the school fence who assumed he was a thief for climbing a fence at night!! His legs are not equal till today. Each time I see him with his limp, I feel terrible, cos I believed I taught him how to steal out of school to buy some nonsense food in town. Now I always try avoiding him. So painful.

moonbaby: I have three if I'm permitted

The first one, when I was about 10yrs of age, my mom was tidying up the house so she had loads of papers to burn. She was already burning some garbage at our backyard so I thought. I should help my mom out o, I carried the bin full of papers and headed towards our backyard. My two little sisters decided to follow me. On getting to where the fire was burning, I poured all the papers on the fire, instead of us to go back upstairs jejenly one of my little sister saw a can of raid and we thought it would be nice to burn it.

Oh boy, as my sister threw the raid can in the fire, we didn't know what to expect so I and my immediate sister stood right beside the fire, the little one that threw the can bent near the fire watching excitedly. The next minute we heard a very loud b.ang, the fire went all over the place and all I saw was my little sister rubbing her belly. My mom quickly rushed downstairs and grabbed her, put her inside cold water. There were already loads of people from houses away in our house as they didn't know what caused the loud b.ang.

I and my immediate sister were very lucky but my little sister suffered the most as after 30minutes of getting over the shock I saw my little sister's belly all roasted. My mom quickly rushed her to the hospital after treating her at home. Till date she still has that skin discolouration

It's not obvious to see but if you really stare at her belly people can see her skin colour is not even.

The second event, I was 15yrs of age, my mom came from abroad to take I and my siblings with her to the UK. My uncle had already finished our passport application so all the embassy wanted was for my mom to appear in person to be interviewed before releasing the passports.

So my mom, my big huge uncle, his wife and myself all went to the embassy. We decided not to take our car that day. After getting all the passports and the necessary documents, we were all excited. We took a bus, on the way the bus developed fault and everybody had to get off and find other means of transportation. This area was very quiet with bushes on both right and left side of the road.

We started walking quickly in order to get to the next available bus stop. My uncle's wife then sad she wants to pee, my uncle said not in this area that it's very dangerous. But she insisted, she was carrying ghana must go bag in her arm with some of our documents. As she was peeing, I saw a guy jumping in the bush so I alerted my mom and uncle. By the time we were ready to start going, 1 guy came out from the bush with knife in his hand, the guy attacked my uncle's wife coz of the big bag she was carrying, he used the knife to tear apart the ghana must go bag and all our passports and documents went flying on the road, my uncle went after this guy took him up and slammed him on the floor. The guy ran into the bush.

As my uncle's wife was still shouting, my mom quickly ran after all the documents, gathered them together and this second guy came to my mom after realising there isn't any money in the bag my uncle's wife was carrying. As this guy attacked my mom's handbag, my mom sat on our documents while trying to fight this guy off her hang bag. The main passports were in my mom's hand bag. The guy knew my mom wasn't letting go of her bag so he started using knife to cut the handbag handle not knowing he was cutting my mom's finger at the same time but oh no my mom refused to let go o..that's when my uncle came on to the back of this guy, slammed him on the floor also and he ran into the bush.

We helped my mom up with her clothes in blood and we decided to start running. Fortunately a car came along and gave us lift to the nearest bus stop. On getting home, everybody at home were shocked. I remembered one of my uncles saying mummy, dont ever do that again o attacking thieves like that, then my mom replied him saying, you want me to let go of my children's documents no way....awwww I love her... she was then taken to the hospital that night to stitch her finger .....

Final one was when I lost my dad, it was a painful experience as our mom was abroad then and we were small then ..we all had to move in with our uncle then before our mom came to take everyone one of us to UK....I still wish he is here with us today now that my wedding is near

virtuoso01: Mine was watching my mother die.

June 30, 2010.

That day, that moment, and that experience I can never forget.

Royal Roy: The most traumatic day of my life was the day someone I loved deeply called me a foool and a bastard all in one breadth!! I felt like killing someone, even though she begged with tears and tried to make ammends, my mind was off her already. 3 weeks later we parted ways. Just can't stand calling or being called a bastard.

Royal Roy: The most traumatic day of my life was the day someone I loved deeply called me a foool and a bastard all in one breadth!! I felt like killing someone, even though she begged with tears and tried to make ammends, my mind was off her already. 3 weeks later we parted ways. Just can't stand calling or being called a bastard.

k2039: [color=soyouquotedme]The day my Industrial Training was disaproved, a big set back. [/color]

Mr Exxell: HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY:-
> 01. Feed him
> 02. Sleep with him
> 03. Leave him in peace
>04. Don't check his phone (Msgs)
... >05. Don't bother him about his
movements
>06. Honor him
> Whats so hard about that.... ?
HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN HAPPY
It's really not difficult...To make a
woman
happy; a man only needs to be:
> 01. a friend
> 02. a companion
> 03. a lover
> 04. a brother
> 05. a father
> 06. a master
> 07. a chef
> 08. an electrician
> 09. a carpenter
> 10. a plumber
> 11. a mechanic
> 12. a decorator
> 13. a stylist
> 14. a sexologist
> 15. a gynaecologist
> 16. a psychologist
> 17. a pest exterminator
> 18. a psychiatrist
> 19. a healer
> 20. a good listener
> 21. an organiser
> 22. a good father
> 23. very clean
> 24. sympathetic
> 25. athletic
> 26. warm
> 27. attentive
> 28. gallant
> 29. intelligent
> 30. funny
> 31. creative
> 32. tender
> 33. strong
> 34. understanding
> 35. tolerant
> 36. prudent
> 37. ambitious
> 38. capable
> 39. courageous
> 40. determined
> 41. true
> 42. dependable
> 43. passionate
WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:
> 44. give her compliments
regularly
> 45. love shopping
> 46. be honest
> 47. be very rich
> 48. not stress her out
> 49. not look at other girls
AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST
ALSO:
> 50. give her lots of attention,
> 51. give her lots of time,
especially time
for herself
> 52. give her lots of space, never
worrying about where she goes
IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:
> 53. Never to forget: >
> * birthdays
> * anniversaries
> * arrangements she makes.......