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The acting President, Professor Yemi Osinbajo will sign the 2017 Budget of N7.44 Trillion into law on Thursday, June 2nd, 2017 by 9:00 A.M at the Presidential Villa in Abuja.
The News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) reports that representatives of the President had a meeting with the leadership of the National Assembly where the date and time of the budget passage was announced.
This comes after the ₦7,441,175,486,758 budget was passed by the senate and house of reps on the 11th of May, 2017


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Okay, Webvibez! Is Here With Another Mind Blowing Prolific Stunt. Gracey Joseph Is Our #WCW Is She Cute Or Nah.... Facebook: Gracey Instagram: Gracious_Junie
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Royce & Royce Entertainment presents you “ Wa Freak’N Wu ” by the No Crooner “ Wale Turner” a.k.a Hottest featuring the YBNL Official producer “ Pheelz “.
Wa Freak’N Wu was produced by Pheelz. Enjoy!!

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Some people , ordinary scratch , they will just come out and cause a scene....


They forgot that demons are roaming about daily looking for who to devour... Now you see what anger has caused...


I tell people that look, if the damage is manageable, enter your car and move on..

you are right

now he is gone

Pascal Chukwuemeka Nnorom, a staff of Union Bank of Nigeria, has been killed by one Joseph Udoh, Sun reports.
Pascal and his wife of 2 years, Priscilla, were on their way to attend the wedding ceremony of Pascal’s colleague in Elelewon area of Port Harcourt, Rivers State, on Saturday, May 13, 2017, when the sad incident occured. .
Pascal’s journey to his untimely grave began when a Toyota Camry car, driven by one Joseph Udoh, from Anang in Akwa Ibom State, hit his Honda CRV SUV in Oil Mill area of the city, near the Eleme bridge. .
The deceased, who hailed from Eziudo Mbaise, Imo State, was said to have alighted from his vehicle and walked over to meet the driver of the Camry. He placed his hand on the door of the Camry, but Udoh allegedly refused to alight from his own car for them to resolve the matter.
Rather, he quickly wound up the glass, trapping Pascal’s hand and then sped off. In a chat with Sun, grieving Priscilla said: “He dragged him several poles before he stopped.” .
In the process of draging the victim, his body hit the hard pavement severally. His spinal cord and legs were broken and he became immediately unconscious and later died.
A mob prevent Udoh from escaping. They tortured him and were about to give him jungle justice before he was rescued by policemen. Priscilla described the husband as her best friend. “He was everything to me,” she added, sobbing profusely. .
According to the widow, one of the most painful aspects of the death was that her marriage to Pascal was yet to produce a child before his death. “When the mob was beating Udoh, he told them he was ready to die, as far as he had done what he wanted to do,” Priscilla said.
It was gathered that soon after her husband was confirmed dead, Priscilla fainted and had to be revived. Meanwhile, she has appealed to the government and the security agencies to bring her husband’s killer to book. “I want justice,” she said,

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“Now, let me explain what’s going to happen” Tolu told me, “We’re going to be asking you a number of questions, what happens depends on how you answer them, and at the end, the number of them you get right will determine what happens next. That’s all we’re going to tell you, the rest you’ll find out as we go along!” Tochi asked me the first question, it was about Ancient Lagos History, something I had absolutely no clue about, and duly got the answer wrong, the consequences of which being my shoes were removed. The next two questions were just as hard, leading to my socks and trousers being removed, leaving me in just my shirt and boxers. I thought I saw where they were going with this, until the fourth question was asked, which was amazingly easy. I managed to get it right, which wasn’t a big feat, but I nonetheless felt proud of myself for doing so. I soon felt even better as I saw Tochi reach behind her, unhook her lacy pink bra and slowly remove it! Her bra wasn’t lying, she did have quite small br**sts, maybe at most a small B cup, but they were very perky. . I was definitely starting to feel happier about this whole thing now! I also got the next question right, and this time it was Tolu’s turn to reach behind her, unhook her black bra and with a smile reveal her br**sts to me. They were bigger than Tochi’s and probably about the same size as my Moji’s at a C cup, they sagged ever so slightly, possibly due to weight loss but the thing that stood out most was the size of her big chocolate coloured aureole’s, they seemed to be about the same size as the bottom of a drink’s can! I wasn’t given long before Tolu fired the next question at me, it was another easy one, I couldn’t believe that these girls actually wanted to strip for me! I quickly got it right and turned my gaze to Ife, as soon as she heard Tolu say ‘Correct’ her hands had gone straight behind her back, she seemed desperate to strip, and even if I’d been in a position to, there was no way I was going to stop her. She unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it away from her chest, showing off a pair of huge br**sts, they must have been at least a D cup, if not a DD, unlike Tolu, Ife had very small aureole’s, but most surprisingly, considering their size, her br**sts seemed not to sag at all, for a second I debated if they were fake, but decided that they looked too good to be and she was only 20 after all. I now had three topless, hot girls standing in front of me, this was fast turning into the best birthday I would probably ever have! Tolu (who by now I had worked out was obviously the ring-leader of this) soon interrupted my thoughts to inform me “The next question will be slightly different in that it’s more of a choice for you than a question and you can choose whichever option you want.” She told me. “Now the question is… Would you like to carry on with the previous format, OR, just for this turn would you like to make a trade?” Ife continued. “In return for us removing your shirt, we’ll take it in turns to let you suck on our nip.ples.” Tochi finished. I weighed up the two options and quickly came to the decision that I was going to end up with my shirt removed one way or another, so I may as well get something out of it! “I’m going to let you remove my shirt.” I told them. “I thought you would.” Tolu informed me with a knowing smile. She then walked over to me, flanked by Ife and Tochi and started to unbutton my shirt, before pulling it off my body as best she could considering I was still handcuffed to the chair. Then she ran her fingers down my chest, saying “Mmmmmm, you do have a nice chest don’t you.” Finally she thrust her chest into my face, and I eagerly took each of her nip.ples in my mouth licking and sucking on them until they became hard. Tolu then moved back to allow Tochi to get her nip.ples sucked, who in turn moved aside to allow Ife access to me, as I took each of her nip.ples in my mouth I heard her let out a barely audible moan of pleasure, she was obviously enjoying this a lot and seemed disappointed when Diane said we’d now continue as before. I assumed the next question would be much harder than the previous three and thus result in me losing my boxers and being completely n*ked. So I was really shocked when I was asked yet another easy question. Once again I answered right and was rewarded with Tochi slipping her fingers under the waistband of her thong and pulling it down, so that she was now completely n*ked, she had a landing strip of dark hair which led down to some quite prominent pus.sy lips, she had a good body, but it wasn’t anything special. To be continued

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It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! To be continued

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“When a woman hooks your heart, only God can save your
soul,” says Tunde.
“Tunde, I will be coming back home to see how you are faring.
And I trust you anyway. So, I am not worried at all. In fact, we
should open an office in Paris where you can always come to
assist me.”
Tunde gives Sule his full support.
“My younger brother should take over my flat and give him
maintenance allowance every month end. I will always stay
there any time I come home.”
Sule lies to Funmilola that he is going on a working visit to
Paris.
“And when are you coming back?”
“Next week.”
She shrugs and wishes him well. She has nothing much to lose,
if she loses him. Life goes on.
Sule and Hadiyat are happily married in Paris with four children.
Including Halimat, the oldest.
Funmilola is also happily marred to the second son of Otunba
Okoya Thomas and their wedding made headlines in Lagos and
the photo album of the wedding has been published in Ovation ,
also known as “ Dele Momodu’s Photo Album ” of the stinking
rich and famous in Nigeria.
Tunde is now very famous as the head of the law firm with an
international office…
THE END…
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webvibez..co.ke/2017/05/daughter-of-beggar-love-story_28.html?m=1[url]“When a woman hooks your heart, only God can save your
soul,” says Tunde.
“Tunde, I will be coming back home to see how you are faring.
And I trust you anyway. So, I am not worried at all. In fact, we
should open an office in Paris where you can always come to
assist me.”
Tunde gives Sule his full support.
“My younger brother should take over my flat and give him
maintenance allowance every month end. I will always stay
there any time I come home.”
Sule lies to Funmilola that he is going on a working visit to
Paris.
“And when are you coming back?”
“Next week.”
She shrugs and wishes him well. She has nothing much to lose,
if she loses him. Life goes on.
Sule and Hadiyat are happily married in Paris with four children.
Including Halimat, the oldest.
Funmilola is also happily marred to the second son of Otunba
Okoya Thomas and their wedding made headlines in Lagos and
the photo album of the wedding has been published in Ovation ,
also known as “ Dele Momodu’s Photo Album ” of the stinking
rich and famous in Nigeria.
Tunde is now very famous as the head of the law firm with an
international office…
THE END…
Alwayz Visit Us For More!
webvibez..co.ke/2017/05/daughter-of-beggar-love-story_28.html?m=1[/url]“When a woman hooks your heart, only God can save your
soul,” says Tunde.
“Tunde, I will be coming back home to see how you are faring.
And I trust you anyway. So, I am not worried at all. In fact, we
should open an office in Paris where you can always come to
assist me.”
Tunde gives Sule his full support.
“My younger brother should take over my flat and give him
maintenance allowance every month end. I will always stay
there any time I come home.”
Sule lies to Funmilola that he is going on a working visit to
Paris.
“And when are you coming back?”
“Next week.”
She shrugs and wishes him well. She has nothing much to lose,
if she loses him. Life goes on.
Sule and Hadiyat are happily married in Paris with four children.
Including Halimat, the oldest.
Funmilola is also happily marred to the second son of Otunba
Okoya Thomas and their wedding made headlines in Lagos and
the photo album of the wedding has been published in Ovation ,
also known as “ Dele Momodu’s Photo Album ” of the stinking
rich and famous in Nigeria.
Tunde is now very famous as the head of the law firm with an
international office…
THE END…
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A lady has revealed her excitement after reaching out to a poor man in lhitte Uboma, Owerri, Imo state. According to the lady identified as Onyinyechifavour Ikerionwu, she came across the post of the poor man on Facebook and was too broke to help him.
She later revealed that she forwarded the man's problem to her Facebook friend who gave her large sum of money to help him. Read what she shared:
When you are busy spending 1millon inside club, somebody some where is dying of hunger, let's be our brother keeper...
I just come across this man 2weeks ago through a post somebody shared on his wall, l was really touched about this man, this man have been giving me sleepless night and when l come across the post l was seriously broke, but as God may have it, when l saw a post, one of my Facebook friend posted, that he needed a widow to celebrate his birthday with,my spirit pushed me to tell him about that old man, l posted the man picture on a comment box, l told him that l dont know the man and l haven't come across him before..
So when he saw the picture, he inbox me and told me that he has received so many request but he will try and do something about it, that he was touched, when he watch the video, that he might adopt him, but the problem is that who will be taking care of him, l gave him a promise that night... That l will always be there any time,anyday. He need my attention..that l will be the most happiest person on earth if he can do something no matter how little it's.
To my greatest surprise yesterday the lgbo son of the soil inbox me and ask me for my account number, which l gave him, another thing l saw on my phone was alert with a hug Sum of money, that l should go and see the old man, so l started looking for the old man address yesterday, finally someone directed me where to meet him, so he can take me to the man house,l was overwhelmed behold l went to lhitte uboma to see the man today..
And l was so excited. May God bless you sir, you will never lack In JESUS NAME. Amen...



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A Girl who sad for the recently completed JAMB Examination just checked her result and she scored 85
After seeing her result, she decided to pen down an Open letter for JAMB Help Office because she believes her script was not correctly marked. She was confidant of how well she did and claims she ought to score more than 85.
Read what she wrote below:-
Dear Jamb, My name is Zinasha Zibruel. I am coming from Nigeria. I writed JAMB, and I scare 85. That is a big fat lie.
I say is a big serious lie because I doing lesson for 1 months and I counted my book very well from carton to carton. I supposing to getting 100 in Inglich and 95 in Litrachure. But you given me 10 in English and 15 in Litrachure.
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They are all in elated spirits.
“I will join you at the Sheraton in three hours time. I have to
honour this very important invitation to a business dinner at the
Lagoon Restaurant on Victoria Island. You know Victoria
Island?”
“Of course. Have you forgotten that I grew up here and followed
my parents to all the bus stops in Lagos, begging for survival.”
“Oh, Hadiyat. Those were the days of wretchedness. Thank God
the nightmares are over. See how Providence has changed our
lives and made us better,” Sule says.
Mama John gives him an illustrative look indicating that she
wants to leave.
But Jelili is not in a hurry to leave, because he has not better to
do and he prefers to even pass the night in the cozy office since
it is like a palace when compared to the makeshift shack under
the flyover at Stadium bus stop.
Sule and Tunde exchange glances of tacit knowledge of what to
do for Mama John and Jelili. And Sule opens one of the drawers
of his desk. He brings out some cash. Notes of naira. He counts
up to three thousand naira. Then, he gives Mama John two
thousand naira and gives Jelili the remainder.
“Oga lawyer, my kind son. God will bless you,” Mama John
thanks Sule gratefully.
“Oga Sule, thank you. I trust you,” Jelili says in appreciation,
bowing slightly. “Oga Tunde. No shaking. You are correct fine-
fine.” Jelili adds.
Tunde calls Abigail and tells her to switch off all the electrical
supplies and lock up before going home. “See you on Monday.”
Sule and Tunde see their visitors to the gate of the office. Mama
John and Jelili leave. Hadiyat and her child feel reluctant to
leave Sule.
“Halimat, my angel. Don’t worry. I will soon be back and I will
join you later,” Sule says confidently as he and Tunde escort
them to their car. A saloon car. And they wave as Hadiyat
drives off with her daughter.
“What a day!” Tunde exclaims and sighs.
To Be Continued…

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Because, the little girl resembles him! She has his “Eti Ehoro”
ears like the ears of Will Smith that celebrated American actor.
In fact, people say they look alike. And he likes the compliment.
Because, Will Smith is a handsome man and also regarded as a
S£x symbol in Hollywood.
“No. You are you not dreaming Sule. So, you are now a lawyer?”
“Yes. I decided to go back to school and fulfill my ambition to be
a lawyer. And I thank God for making my dream come true.”
For a while, both of them stand face-to-face, eyeball-to-eyeball.
It is a one in a million meeting. Sule is too amazed to see her
also transformed into a new personality.
He calls Abigail and tells her to serve them drinks and snacks.
Abigail does so immediately and they spend sometime regaling
themselves until Tunde reminds Sule of the business dinner he
has with an important client.
“Hadiyat, I have to go. Where are you staying?” Sule says.
“At the Lagos Sheraton. I came to look for you. And now that I
have found you, I am at peace with Halimat. Because, since she
has been harassing me to take her to her father, I have not been
able to even concentrate on my work.”
Halimat smiles as she relaxes on Sule’s laps with her head
resting on his left shoulder. Sule tickles her cheeks and smiles
gladly.
To Be Continued…

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Two months later, Hadiyat’s parents discover that she is pregnant and are devastated by the unfortunate predicament of an unwanted pregnancy that will jeopardize her privileges of getting married to Assam or any other man in Niger. Every bride must be a virgin otherwise she will bring public shame and discrimination against her parents and family. This bad development infuriates her father and in fury, he nearly beats her to a state of unconsciousness until her mother and fellow Arab beggars nearby intervene to save Hadiyat’s life from the wrath of her enraged father. Sule is unable to defend Hadiyat and he wisely keeps away for his own safety. “Father, please have mercy!” “Mercy? You don’t deserve mercy, but to be stoned to death for the abomination you have done and brought shame to our family and me. Allah! What will I tell Alhaji Musa and his son Assam?” “The Satan has done his worst. It is not our fault or Hadiyat’s. We should have sent her home since last year, but you were the one delaying her. Now the worst has happened,” her mother laments bitterly. “Is the delay the excuse for her indiscipline? Women. You are all dummies with your brains in your loins. Our daughter has disgraced us and you are blaming me!” Hadiyat’s father screams in fury. He raises his whip as if to whip his wife. “Go on! Beat me too. I will keep on saying the truth. The sooner we return home the better. We can do better than begging infidels for money. Is that not an abomination? You grin and smile to ask them for alms, but you curse and sneer at them behind their backs. Why not reject their alms since they are infidels? Such hypocrisy. I am fed up. If not for Allah, I would have left you and returned home without you.” “Insolent woman! I will teach you how to keep your insolent tongue still!” He tries to whip her, but his fellow Arabs hold him back, rebuking him for disgracing his family shamelessly in public. Hadiyat holds her mother as if her life depends on her mother’s. Her father retreats to their corner under the flyover while the younger children look on with mixed feelings of fear and pity. The shame of it all makes Hadiyat’s parents to stop talking about it openly. And without wasting anymore time, they pack their belongings and leave for their own country. To save their beloved daughter from further abominations among the infidels. Sule watches helplessly from a distance as Hadiyat leaves with her family. His buddies begin to sing songs on how Sule has lost his Arab “wife”. And Sule chases them all over the bus stop without much remorse for the departure of Hadiyat. In the harmattan of 2005. A beautiful fair lady with long curly hair and holding a young girl walking by her side comes to the motor park under the flyover opposite the National Stadium in Surulere, Lagos. She is well dressed in a modern white skirt suit and high heels. She has a small red handbag. The petty traders notice her as she walks up to the few Arab beggars. She wants to give them alms. She looks like a rich young lady. Probably a tourist. They regard her with anxious and curious eyes. The Arab beggars point to an old woman among the petty traders they call “Mama John.” And she turns to the woman. “Good evening ma,” she greets politely with glints in her beautiful hazel eyes. The old woman looks up from her seat in response. She thinks the young white lady wants to buy from her. She sells sweets of several brands. But, there is something familiar about this young white lady holding a little white girl. They look alike. Must be her daughter. They have the same eyes. “Yes, oyinbo? What to do you want to buy? Peppermint or chewing gum?” “No, ma,” the white lady replies. “Hen?” If she does not want to buy anything, then what does she want from me? “Mama, I am looking for Sule,” “Sule? Which Sule? I am not Mama Sule. I am Mama John.” “Yes. But, They say you know Sule. The one who was collecting money from bus drivers and conductors at the bus stop,” she says pointing to the bus stop. “Oh, Oh!” the old woman exclaims as she remembers the Sule the white lady seems to be asking for. “Yes, Sule. Oga Sule. Tall and slender. Black fine boy with gap in his front teeth?” she says describing him. “Yes. Yes. Sule. Tall young man,” the white lady says. “Ah. Sule don go school and Sule don become Oga lawyer now. No be conductor again. Sule, good boy is now a big man lawyer in Lawanson,” says the old woman. Some of the other petty traders and some touts gather on hearing the name of Sule. Because, Sule has become a household name among them since he left to go back to school and has become a lawyer since passing out of the Nigerian Law School last year and most of them were at his Call to Bar party on Victoria Island. Then, out of deep curiosity, the old woman scrutinizes the white lady and it begins to dawn on her that she resembles the very pretty Arab girl that Sule impregnated seven years ago right here under the flyover before her very eyes and she was one of the people who intervened when her infuriated father “Baba Hadiyat” was punishing her. “Hadiyat?” she calls her name. “Yes, ma. Hadiyat. I am the one,” she replies. The old woman looks into her hazel eyes and touches her hands and cheeks to be sure that she is not mistaken. And on her conviction of the reality that she is really Hadiyat, she exclaims in excitement. “Hadiyat! The Arab girl! Sule’s girlfriend!” Her announcement echoes and attracts the attention of other traders, touts, drivers and conductors and many others. They all surround the young white lady and her girl-child whom the old woman now recognizes as the result of Hadiyat’s pregnancy for Sule. She begins to thank the almighty God for the providence of the unwanted pregnancy that has brought such a very beautiful child into the world. To Be Continued …
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Sule brings out wads of currency notes of the
Naira and cleverly
begins to spin Hadiyat and she succumbs
naively. She is
enticed and ensnared as he promises her so
many things to
make her life comfortable
“Not that I don’t like you Sule. But, I am already
betrothed to
Assam.”
“Assam? Who is Assam? A driver or conductor
or is it one of my
boys? And I will kill him.”
“No. Assam is not here. He is in our homeland.”
“In Niger?”
“Yes.”
“So, you don’t want to marry me? I? Sule, the
son of the king of
Lagos. So, you don’t know that I am a Prince in
Isale Eko. I am
just doing all these motor park work to monitor
my business.
Let me tell you a secret.
I am the owner of ten buses and two taxicabs
running all over
Lagos.”
“True?”
“True? Kai Hadiyat, do you doubt me? Wait until
I take you to
the palace to introduce you to the king. And you
will see how the
king and my people will welcome you like a
princess. Because, if
you marry a Prince, you become a Princess
immediately.”
“But, I cannot marry an infidel. I must marry a
Moslem. That is
the Islamic law.”
“Hadiyat, I am also a Moslem. Sule is a Moslem
name.”
“Lie! You are not a Moslem. You can’t even
recite a verse from
the Quoran.”
“Suleiman is my real name. I am from a
Moslem family. In fact,
I am going to go to Mecca next year.”
“True?”
“Yes. I am going to Mecca. And if you agree to
marry me, you
will follow me to Mecca.”
“True?”
“I can never lie in the name of Allah.”
“Oh, Sule. I will tell my parents the good news.”
Sule begins to caress her and she makes feeble
protestations.
But, she succumbs under his pressure and he
makes love to
her.
“Oh, my Hajia Hadiyat. So, you are still a virgin.
Oh, so delicate
and so sweet. Hadiyat, I love you and I will take
you to Mecca.”
“Sule. I am afraid of what my parents will do if
they find out.”
Hadiyat is moaning and groaning in–between
sobs.
“Who will tell them? You?”
“Oh, Sule.”
“Hadiyat, my love. Don’t be afraid. I will take
care of you.”
To Be Continued…


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powerkey:
She needs Holy sex

really buh if he findz out am gone

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A romantic short story on a love affair between a Nigerian bus stop tout and an Arab street girl beggar in the city of Lagos seven years ago. The events in this story happened in 1998, in the city of Lagos in Nigeria. The sun is going westward. The climate is calm. Peripatetic Hadiyat is with her family in the midst of the other families of itinerant Arab street beggars under the flyover in front of the National Stadium in Lagos. There are several yellow minibuses and some motorbikes used for public transportation at the bus stop with the drivers, conductors and the menacing touts disliked by everybody, except themselves and their employers. And they are there, because of the numerous commuters that cannot avoid coming to the bus stop, because it is a central place for public transport. There are so many commuters thronging the bus stop by the main gateof the stadium. Some of the commuters are sports enthusiasts who come to practice their respective sports at the stadium, white collar and blue-collar workers and traders. Many of the petty traders have found enough space under the flyover to sell their goods. These commuters are the targets of these Arab beggars and looking at their cheerful faces, they seem to be happy with the commuters who have been kind and generous to them. As one can see the beggars accosting the commuters at the bus stop, those inside the buses and those outside the buses and also going to accost the people in cars and other vehicles on the road as they slow down on getting to the bus stop or as the traffic wardens stop them at the junction of the stadium.

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Hi Nairalanders, My name Is Kanu Orimolade, My Mum Is An igbo while my dad is a yoruba man, i stay with my elder brother at Somolu Bariga, buh am always uncomfortable cause, is wife is always seducing me, anytime am not at work and ny brother is away, she would call on me for sex, and am not intrested cause am a Holy boy,
I NEED YOUR ADVICE PLEASE......

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A young man identified as Olasunkanmi
Jeffrey is the rave of the moment after
graduating with a Double Degree: B.S in
Electrical & Computer Engineering and
B.A. in
Economics.
He graduated from the University of
Rochester in New York with two degrees
in
four years.
Sharing the news via his page,
Olasunkanmi
man wrote;
"So today I graduated with a Double
Degree: B.S in Electrical & Computer
Engineering, B.A in Economics. 2
degrees in 4 years. Launched a startup
fashion & lifestyle brand @mv.r.ck
while at it. Not going to take all the
credit, so this one is for the Village it
took, for Patricia, for the Culture, and
for the many Mavericks that inspire
me!!! The adventure continues."



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A Feleb On Facebook, Posted A Very
Charming Post On Her Timeline, Which
Has Got Alot Of Comment & Likes.

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Mavin Act IYANYA Has Joined The Blonde Gang. Like The Likes Of Lil_Kesh, Wizkid Click to see more... http://webvibez..co.ke/2017/05/iyanya-changes-look-goes-blonde.html?m=1

As he flicked aimlessly through TV
programs, she looked at her phone
again and sighed. It had been silly to
order in with the snow as bad as it
was, but they had already eaten the
last of anything shy of its expiry date
from the fridge.
Her phone pinged. An apology from
the restaurant, their dinner would be
another 40 minutes. Sighing again,
she turned and watched his blank face
as he flicked, paused, flicked, paused
through the channels. With dark
features and strong brow, it seemed
like he was deeply considering
whether to watch sport fishing or the
Christmas episode of Friends.
And then silence. The blue glow of the
screen that had been lighting the
room went dark, as did the porch
light outside.
‘Oh for Bleep’s…’ She got up and
looked through the window at the
dark houses along their laneway.
From behind her came a yellow glow
and she turned to see him holding a
single candle in a glass holder.
‘I didn’t think we had any candles.’
She inhaled deeply. ‘Kinda chocolate-
y.’
‘You won this as a door-prize at
Ellen’s bachelorette thing. You were
very excited about using it to give me
a sexy massage. Then you started
puking.’
‘I’m sure I have no idea what you’re
talking about,’ she sniffed in mock
offense.

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1. Touch her waist.
2. Actually talk to her.
3. Share secrets with her.
4. Give her one of your sweatshirts
5. Kiss her slowly
6. Hug her.
7. Hold her.
8. Laugh with her.
9. Invite her somewhere.
10. Hangout with her and your friends
together
11. Smile with her.
12. Take pictures with her
13. Pull her onto your lap.
14. When she says she loves you more,
deny
it.
Fight back.
15. When her friends say he/she loves
her
more
thanyou, deny it.




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A three-storey building under
construction on Abimbola Street, Ilasa
area of Lagos collapsed on Thursday
afternoon with several persons said to
have been trapped in the wreckage.
It was learnt that the incident happened
around 2pm.
Emergency officials are on the ground
battling to rescue the victims.
The cause of the collapse


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Nollywood Actress,
Moji Olaiya and the baby she gave birth
to 2 months ago. The picture was taken
during the child dedication. The actress
is reported to have died of Cardiac
Arrest in Canada. The baby in the picture
is her second child 18 years after she
gave birth to her first.

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The actress stunned in new photos
shared on her IG page.

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