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[quote author=@tjololade]I will just go and chill in the sitting room.
Let the guy leave.
Chill a little bit and calm my head.
Figure out what next to do in the context of the relationship I have with her.
Every action in this scenario should be subject or tied to each circumstances and experience.
... But to pick a tool from one of those?!... Naaa!!!.[/quote]I sent a pm! Please kindly check ur mail!

you just have to be patient, that's how many guys are these days right from their youth. But lemme tell u something if he loves you (loving u doesn't mean he won't cheat ) just be patient sit him down, cry to him, let him know how much he's hurting you, we guys are also emotional, but continue to treat him in a way no other girl can....
this kinda thing happened in a family I know about 10 years ago and today the husband is worshipping the wife, she was patient enough for him to realize no hole is better than that of his wife.
patience and prayer! all will be fine soon....

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With strong belief in the maxim of love will always find a way while indifferent will always find an excuse. I convinced myself that the task will be accomplished against all odds. When I returned home from the errand, I set into action by carrying out the first plan of the assignment which was how to get permission and transport fare. The following conversation ensued between me and my mum.
Me; ‘mum I’ll be going to the court tomorrow’
Mum;’for what’
Me; ‘I want to get an affidavit for a schorlarship exam which I applied for back in school’
Mum; ‘wow! That’s good, but you never told me about it’
Me; ‘I didn’t know I would qualify for the exams ‘
Mum; ‘ok, so which court are you going to?’
Me; ‘magistrate court ma!’
Mum; ‘ok, how much is transport?’
Me; ‘500 naira ma’
Mum; ‘ok, no problem’
Me; ‘thank you ma’

I was lucky mum bought my lies without any resistance or so I thought. I only got wind of the fact that my luck was incomplete when my sister who was eavesdropping on the conversation between me and my mum came out of her room and started shouting that I was lying. She alleged that I was going to see my girlfriend as against what I told my mum. I remained silent for I was dumbfounded about how my sister got to know the truth. I knew there was no way my mum would submit to my sister’s whims, the reason I wasn’t surprised when I heard her snubbing the witchy sister.

That night as I retired to my bed, sleep evaded me as I kept wondering how ‘tomorrow’ was gonna be like. It was to be the first time we were going to see each other physically since we started dating. My sleeplessness later paid off as PHCN restored power supply by midnight; I quickly seized the golden opportunity to press the clothes I intended wearing the following day.
I later slept off, only to wake up very early the next morning, proving wrong the theory of ‘early to be early to rise’ mine was late to bed early to rise. The excitement which had started the previous night was rekindled that morning; I was the opposite of my real self. I woke before every other person and I observed some chores around the house much to the suspicion f my witchy sisters.

By 7.30 am I joined the group of business minded lagosians who were heading to one place or the other to make both ends meet. I didn’t bother about food for I already got my stomach filled with excitement, one that would suffice the whole day, I thought.
As I was leaving that morning, I discovered the lacunae in my plans, I didn’t tell mum the exact place I was heading to, as such she gave me what she felt would be enough as transport fare. I didn’t allow that disturb me much since the main thing was seeing my dearest Funke. I got to ikorodu garage and boarded a ‘molue’ en route Maryland, I held the rails of the bus throughout the journey, what lagosian referred to as ‘standing’ in order the squeeze maximum result from my transport fare.

I got to Maryland before 10 am, and promptly followed the directions given to me by Funke, by that time, I had spent more than half of my transport fare, and to push matters from fry pan to fire, I had to take a commercial motorcycle since I wasn’t familiar with the area.
Our meeting was brief, briefer than I had contemplated. Her reason was she did so to avoid the preying eyes of the public and starve them of gossip. I only had the chance of handing her the phone and nothing more, I was disappointed as I watched her figure retiring back to where she appeared from.
Talking about the disappointment, it is a drop from the ocean compared to what that day had for me!!!

to be continued soon! i sincerely apologise for irregular updates. please dear readers accept my apology and please dont touch that dial

martronilla: i am damn serious

eyyah sorry about that! u c why It's good to share what u have? if u did we probably would have exhausted it before they removed It...
cheers!!!

martronilla: blood of God! them don commot d money ooo....

kai stop that joke o!

francababy: And the first winner is ............. Wasak
Wasak what is your email and mobile network, I will send you the card now

Thanks I admire ur integrity but let d gift pass...wanna prove a point!

emmyspark007: Hehehehe pls b true to ur word no fall d guy hands cos d guy need d card

Lol. I'd have sent an email but someone already accused me of being desperate so I'll just let it pass! I did it for the fun!

Austeenx: Sharp guy!

boss I sight u jare!

Booty butt chic: desperado!chaidis guy hesh ooo..u no even dull urself,so u no get recharge card abi

Lol! I no post my number, I no post network... recharge card full my phone...just did for d fun

Austeenx: Is there anything wrong with that, Ma'am?

bro she's searching

okay.

martronilla: i no be vera o

Lol... make I send pm? so we go arrange the meeting? plus when e go expire?

Blueboy146: Make i continue with my game jare.. #p.s3_team!!

bro abeg where u dey live make I com play? Nepa no gree us x
c light here o

martronilla: 7.5k noni

y u dey do me like this na?

martronilla: i dnt like the word 'borrow'.... how about 'buy'?

That's no problem... how much u wan sell am?

please where do u reside maybe I should come and borrow ur sim... please ...are you in Lagos?

like someone said this generation of students is nothing to be proud of. when the renaming of Unilag was announced protest broke out, logically one would conclude that such an issue has no effect whatsoever on the standard of education in the school.
back to the present ASUU strike is on for over 5 months, yet students are content sitting behind their laptops to type all sorts of senseless rants on the paralysis, even though It's quite clear that their ranting is Akin to the bark of a toothless dog.
Even here on Nairaland a couple of threads were opened with a theme of finding a solution to the strike, such threads have over 100 views but less than 5 posts.
little wonder our political situation is at It's postmortem, when youths are satisfied with the recycling of old politicians in power .
they rather go clubbing and devote their time on meaningless gists about Wizkid and psquare than think about the sorry state of the Nation.
I weep for this generation if truly we are the leaders of tomorrow!!!

ujuslims: Ok, man. That's classic rejection page from google.
I've been to ur site and I saw what you have. I can't guarantee an approval but I will tell you what I think should be done in the right direction.
1. Change the titles of most of the articles. You got some from that1960chick.com, and when google crawls, it's word for word copy and paste.
Rephrase the articles into ur own words.
2. It's not the just volume of article u have that will do it but original content, ok that's like number one too.
3. Go to your settings and create pages. Home, About us, Contact
4. Create categories for your blog and place each post into a category of its own.
Do these lets see.
Your blog is already launched (online), that phrase was not referring to you. Your content is their problem right now

I really wish you'd help me. I'm new to blogging. the desktop view of my blog ie Nothing to write home about when I inserted d 'read more code, it affected the mobile view.
also Google rejected my adsense request due to insufficient content. please kindly check and help me with suggestions thanks

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My throat suddenly went sour and refused to allow passage for saliva. I stood facing the window as if to query the sun for bringing in ray to notify me of daybreak. I fought back the tears that formed in my eyes save for two recalcitrant drops. My minds were about to resume their arguments which I quickly aborted by playing music from my phone. I preferred to suffer and smile with fake smile, than to suffer, and go sober with reality.

For a couple of days after that morning, I didn’t get to hear from her as well and my heart was already getting accustomed to her absence. All I had to was pretend everything was alright, no pain, no gain and smile as if nothing ever happened. That was only feasible in the radiated part of me, the real me, which was inhibited, suffered, and the pain I felt despite my pretence wasn’t even second to physical torture.
The ‘waiting period’ was accompanied with loss of appetite on my part; this really caused my mum to worry about me a lot. Sadly enough whenever she inquired as to why her once ever-hungry son hardly ate, I just told her ‘I’m used to school life where I hardly get enough to eat’. My saving grace for that particular period was the fact that I made a new friend who always kept me company whenever I was less busy. Of course ‘sleep’ became my best friend.

When the waiting period was almost a week and I didn’t get her call, I was tempted to disobey and dial her number. I did and to my utter amazement, her number didn’t go through. Had I known, I wouldn’t have dialed her line for it brought back the restlessness of my mind, I was literally mad, or how else can I describe asking myself questions and answering them almost simultaneously.

That same day, in the evening, I was running an errand from my mum when my phone started ringing, my instincts couldn’t be more judgemental, as expected, and the call was from Funke. With a dancing heart, I trembled as her cool voice penetrated my ears. She made the call from a pay phone. She explained that her phone was faulty, the main reason I didn’t get to hear from her for over a week.
I demanded her address and promised to give her one of my phones, I understand why I made the promise, but at that point in time I had no idea how a broke boy would get transport fare from ikorodu to Maryland…

to be continued soon

front-page again!

front-page again! y?

good defenders matter a lot

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Dclique: i've seen some very nice blogs here. Well, mine is http://sosmait..com
Its a blog targeted at students of hnaub(houdegbe north american uni benin), but i also have articles for everyone.
Guest posts from blogs of similar niches are also allowed.

I love d look of ur blog. can u teach starters like us?

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Indeed the power of love is inestimable. When it grips the heart of man, it could turn hunger to satisfaction. it turns stupidity to joy. love turns strength to weakness.

I had slept very early the previous night. not because of stress of sickness... but because it was the only solution to my predicament. I spent the most of the past few days in self conversation. Both of my minds were arguing about why Funke's number wasn't going through. The inner mind argued subtly making various excuses in defence of Funke. The outer mind was more outspoken and argued in a rather vehement manner accusing me of stupidity for the fact that I couldn't see the obvious, the fact that she didn't love me which made it possible for her to abandon me. Several times I tried shutting my minds up to no avail, at other times I listened patiently to their arguments yet I found them useless.
When I woke up on that morning, it was obvious I woke up too early, a feat which I rarely achieved. I tried forcing myself back to bed in other to escape the perpetual state of worry I found myself for Funke's sake.
Nay ! It was impossible, I picked up my phone which was beside me to confirm the speech of the clock.... lo. And behold I. Found a message on my phone from no other person than Funke
It read'my phone has been faulty that's why I couldn't call, this my brother's phone, bye takia '

After reading the text, I was at lost as to the next step of action, the inner mind was happy, it kept telling me to quickly dial her number.
The outer mind disagreed as it kept asking questions
'Why didn't she call all this while? She could hav gone to a business centre if realily cared, that girl doesn't love u can't u think'.

After minutes of soliloquy,.the emotional part of me was victorious: and I found myself dialling Funke's number with a resolve to query her nonchalance.

No sooner than she picked up did my heart melt, her voice was sure a solution to all my problems, for that moment and every other moment her voice is interpreted to my brain, every other ability which requires my brain stands still.
She informed me of her brother's return from school due to the industrial action , her reason for my inability to reach her. According to her, she mustn't be caught by her brother making or receiving calls from any guy,
I was almost silent throughout the call for there was a burning rage inside me, seeking to be unleashed and the best I could do to keep it in check was silence.

Although I expected no apology from her, the unapologetic manner in which she defended her nonchalance was infuriating, I kept replying 'okay ' to what ever she said until she dropped the bombshell!
'I don't know when next I'll be able to call you,but don't call at all, I'll call you any day I'm chanced '

It was difficult for my ears to digest those words, I tried to swallow a lump down my throat as if to swallow her bomb, when tears started forming within my eyes..

#to be continued soon#

as for me...success is the attainment of a certain level of morality,contentment, self-control and discipline which steers one towards achievement in any chosen endeavour...
I do not c money,wealth ,fame or popularity as success but the means through which such were achieved is the real meaning of success... #myopinion.

seriously it's damn top much.... well over 10 threads.

ASUU.... ASUU... ASUU.....