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My relationship started with this girl in 1998 when I was posted to Jos during my youth service year.

She was still in secondary school then, now a graduate. Unfortunately, she betrayed my trust after all the promises we made to each other.

She is now an orphan. She lost her father long before I met her and her mother in 2003.

Due to the natural love I have for her, I promised to marry her, but to my pains and disappointment she got pregnant for another man who is unemployed and lives off his parents.

When I was initially told she was pregnant for another man I wept. I searched my heart for whatever I might have done wrong to her. This is a lady I have never maltreated, have never offended and have always accorded so much respect.

Because of her, I have closed my heart and eyes to any other woman. You can therefore imagine my hurt and pains especially since I have promised to marry her. I have all it takes to make a woman comfortable and everything to keep her company when I am not around. To say the least I wept bitterly. However, I still made attempts to see her to know why she did what she did.

To me she was the perfect girl of my dreams. That was in 2004.

Thereafter, I made up my mind never to trust any woman again.

I would have succeeded at this if she hadn’t come back into my life in 2006. In tears she came to plead for my forgiveness and to explain that she had given the baby to its father’s parents following due legal process in the court.

Against my better judgement and for the sake of the true love I have for her, I decided to take her back. After settling everything in court, she came to stay with me for four months. During this period, we planned our wedding ceremony, including prepaying for everything we needed for that day.

Since her parents were dead I called her sister to inform her of my intention to come and formally ask for the hand of her sister for marriage. She gave me a date.

Unknown to me another embarrassment and humiliation awaited me. For reasons best known to her, she acted as if she didn’t even know me or my friends who came with me. She didn’t offer us anything, not even water to drink. Confused, my friends demanded an explanation from her over her very cold reception.

Her response even surprised me the more. She claimed she was confused and before we knew what was happening she started crying. We were still trying to solve this riddle when a woman came into the room to ask her to hurry up as she was to accompany her to the market and that it was getting late.

The drama cumulated with her asking us to leave since she had to accompany the woman to the market.

I was shocked to my marrow. My friends and I agreed something was wrong somewhere but the puzzle resolved itself with the appearance of the father of her child in their house as we were about to enter into the car we came in with.

Immediately my girlfriend saw him, she stood still. After he left, I demanded some explanation from her but she still insisted she was confused but promised to come to my house to offer full explanations.

That was the last I saw of her.

It has been over a year. Though I am currently on a foreign assignment, I am still finding it very difficult to approach women due to this inherent fear I have that I would again be betrayed. I feel women are betrayers.

My reason for writing you is that a friend of me called to say this lady was charmed by the father of her child. This he achieved by summiting her picture to an herbalist. According to this friend, the potency of this charm has waned and that she is now asking for me.

Because I had earlier warned my friends never to give her any information about me, they haven’t told her where I am.

Please, Agatha, what do you want me to do? Unfortunately, despite everything she has done, I still love this girl but afraid of another disappointment and sincerely I don’t think my heart can withstand another of such treatments from her.

Please tell me what to do.

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Offcourse most of the politicians do come on nl once in while just to come and know what folks talk about them.

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When the Ijaw-born Major Isaac Jaspero Adaka Boro was assassinated, the Hausa/Fulani immediately pointed fingers at Emeka Odumegwu Ojukwu and the Biafran army. Believing them Ijaws refused to see what was obvious, that Yakubu Gowon who openly amnestied Boro could have secretly killed him to stop Boro’s Niger Delta Republic. Ojukwu’s war was the ruse he needed.


In this essay I presume to talk to Chief Ralph Uwazurike, leader of the Movement for the Actualisation of Sovereign State of Biafra, MASSOB. He said he could opt for violence, like Boko Haram, to press home his demand. But by so doing he had provided the Hausa/Fulani the subterfuge to kill Boro all over again. Can Ndigbo risk another blockade, abandoned properties and 43 years of Ijaw hatred?

Ijaws received two amnesties in 1966 and 2009, periods preceding major political upheavals. On each occasion the grantors were the Hausa/Fulani who abhor same for their northern minorities. Meaning that this thing called presidential “pardon” or “amnesty” is other than what it is.

For the avoidance of doubt these are the historical interplays leading to the first presidential pardon granted Ijaws in 1966 by Gowon. The beneficiary was the restless Boro.

Pre-colonial Ijaws were wealthy middle men who prohibited Igbos from trading directly with foreign supercargoes berthed in their waters. You sold your palm oil to them and also purchased imported goods from them. Igbos never quarreled with this unfair trade practice. Ijaw trading houses had war canoes patrolling the creeks.

What happened to those Ibibios who sold directly to whites? Did not King Jaja of Opobo’s canons rain grape shots at close range on them after which he wrote London explaining why he chastised them?

Same goes to King William Koko of Nembe. He completely razed a British trading post at Akassa in 1895 before hauling sixty-seven whites into his private prison till ransom on them were paid. The British had annoyed him by not punishing George Tubman Goldie who stopped Ijaw merchants from exporting oil to Britain. Compared with Ijaw militancy of the 19th century what you have today is brush war.

This glimpse into the past means that our ancestors were not savages. Walter Rodney credits them with export based economy before colonial predatoriness undid them. Given the right condition we can repeat their feats. The Ijaw Youth Council, IYC, under Miabiya Kuromiema, has set up the Koko and Jaja Foundation. This foundation will clone latter days Kokos and Jajas to dominate trade and export in Ijaw territories. In solidarity the IYC also sponsored Igbo youths to key into their economic blue print.

By 1900 the British began to cage Ijaws; completely eclipsing them in 1939 when the Southern Protectorate was divided into the Eastern and Western regions. Territorially contiguous and culturally homogeneous Ijaws were balkanized into administrative units under the newly created Eastern Region. Igbo administrators were then placed over these administrative units, in line with colonial divide and rule system.

Niccolo Machiavelli believes a man can forgive you for killing his father but not when you rob him of his land. Disenfranchised Ijaws reacted like a man whose land was stolen. From 1939 they never said a good thing about Igbos. Chief Uwazurike, that is how our problem with Ndijaw began. The British were behind it all.

Ijaw historians agree that 1900 marked a paradigm shift in Ijaw nationalism. From this date war was abandoned for diplomacy, due mainly to the superior fire power of the imperturbable British who euphemised genocide as pacification. To the bewildering developments of 1939 poor Ijaws could only talk and complain.

Since the Ijo Rivers Peoples League of 1930 Ijaws have complained to no avail. Next they formed the Ijo Tribe Union in 1943 to demand for a separate but unified Ijaw region. The British never listened. In 1944 the Rivers State Congress was formed and when that also failed Harold Dappa Biriye et al formed the Niger Delta Congress in 1954. This time Ijaws succeeded in electing the young Melford Okilo into the House of Representative in Lagos.

Note: Whereas Igbos, Yorubas, and the Hausa/Fulani were fighting for Nigerian independence, Ijaws fought for a different kind of independence. All they ever wanted was a distinct political space from Igbos. Their demand led to the setting up of the 1957 Sir Henry Willinks Minority Commission which recommended, inter alia, for a separate Niger Delta Basin Development Authority, NDBDA. Too little too late; with independence the British left Ijaws worse than they found them.

Frustrated Ijaws allied with Ahmadu Bello’s Northern Peoples Congress, NPC, against Nnamdi Azikiwe’s National Council of Nigerian Citizens, NCNC. This entente proved the Igbo’s greatest weakness and, the Hausa/Fulani’s greatest strength in an independent Nigeria. It was not until 2011 that Ndigbo broke this jinx by massively voting for the Ijaw-born Goodluck Ebele Jonathan against the Hausa/Fulani Mohammadu Buhari.

When on the 23rd February 1966 Boro launched his 12 Day Revolution from the Tontoubau forests aimed at establishing the Niger Delta Republic, none understood the power of amnesty. General JTU Aguiyi-Ironsi had Boro arrested and sentenced to death, though refused to carry out the sentence. Both Aguiyi-Ironsi and Ndigbo were bitterly resented by Ijaws as a result. But General Yakubu Gowon pardoned Boro with one hand only to orchestrate his assassination with the other. Ijaws loved him and the Hausa/Fulani to a fault.

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CHAI! This thread is hillarios to say the least.

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Everything is ugly and sordid in the land. The glass is brown at best. Litters and garbage stacked high everywhere. Roads are full of pot-holes and they lack signs. Drivers are erratic and reckless, and indiscipline and road rage are spearheaded by the various entourages of political leaders and the rich and powerful. Sirens blared and confusion takes over the road. The stand-still trapped everyone and held everybody hostage. It is not possible to go forward and impossible to go backward. But there is no fuel, gas or kerosene in the filling stations but the roads are still jammed and generators still active, spewing out black smoke and polluting the land. The land is heavily polluted on all sides - environmental pollution, corruption explosion, bomb explosion far and near, even at Police Headquarters, and the implosion of order is visible all over. This is a land flowing with milk and honey - only flowing in one direction and to a few. Welcome to man-made anarchy. There is crude oil, there is gas, there is bitumen, the land is fertile and poverty is first class here. The riverine communities overflow with crude oil and spill over with grand poverty and anarchy. The oil has eaten their land and their lives are in jeopardy. I heard they voted to reelect Uduaghan and Akpabio in Delta and Akwa Ibom States. Poverty is good, my brother and the riverine people have chosen to prolong poverty with Uduaghan and Akpabio.


It is rumoured that the government is now producing and exporting two and a half million barrels of crude oil a day. Further rumour whispered that the crude oil is sold for a little over one hundred American dollars a barrel. It cannot be true that one barrel of our crude oil is sold for about N15, 200. I know it is not true what they say and we wonder if we should believe all the lies about the tens of millions of naira being shared by senators and legislators every month. Some people said it is true; they swore the national Assembly is the place to be if you wish to get rich quick with legislative approval to loot. Men, where do you expect such large sums of money to come from? These figures are over-exaggerated by mischief makers. Where do they think we'll get billions and billions of naira from? I know if Nigeria has such money it would have trickled down to everyone and everyone would be smiling. There may not be electricity in the land but we manage to see with the special touch provided by the oil exploration company which is flaring gas and turning night into day. Then the other day the governor sent his men here to share ten million among the people. It was a good day because I got N10, 000 that day. What a day! Beer parlours were full to capacity and the governor has promised two more breweries in the next eighteen months. Even the emissaries of the governor said the cash will now flow to our community every quarter. He said the governor is determined to make everyone happy in his own little way.

Then there is the road being built straight to Kokonbilo. Work has never stopped on that road in four years. It is a big project the governor said is dear to his heart. He said it is taking this long because he wants to make sure the construction company do a good job. Oh yes, I remember work stopped on Kokonbilo road project twice. The first time was when the state government failed to pay outstanding fees and the second when some mischievous people demonstrated that the road will actually lead to where. Such claim that the road leads to a no-man's land does not trouble me at all, because I think the government wants to set up factories right in the forest in the future.



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His attire is Ridiculous to say the least. I can't stop laughing. Oh my God My ribs are cracking!!!! LOL

We all can be very loud on the phone:p

Our Government are as guilty as Ringim. It's all combination of all - incompetency, intelligence failures, lack of insight, ignorance, befuddlement. deliberate deception, conscious deceivers, criminals.

Ivbade:
Hmmmmm! Funny enough my own case is different. I can eat beans 365days in a year and nothing dey happen, I don't miss rice at all.

Ol boy, did you say you eat BEANS 365 days in a year? Chai na waoo! Your mess no go get level oo.

@OP - She is surely cheating on you. You have all the reason to be worried if your girl start giving you excuses for not picking up your call.
I am talking from Experience here. You should confront her and ask her to come clean and open up to you what she has been up to. All the signs are there for you to see, that she has something up her sleeve.

*Passing by and Yawns* DEJAVU!

Salut Nayah, vous allez bien ?

A husband and a wife where trying to set up a password for their facebook account, the husband type my P.E.N.N.I.S. The Wife burst out Laughing. because it came back saying  "ERROR NOT LONG ENOUGH".

Nayah, J'aime votre photo profile. Je me demande si nous pourvon exchange de contact Fb?

Oh that's good. Vous parle le francaise et anglaise aussi. C'est bien.

Nayah, are you from Southern Cameroon ( English Speaking) Or French Speaking. Just curious.

Lola was beginning to get exasperated with Gbenga's incessant talk about wanting to start a relationship with her. No matter how many times she told him how disinterested she was, Gbenga refused to back out. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing appealing to her about Gbenga, who was too full of himself. She wondered for the umpteenth time why any sane girl on campus would agree to a relationship with Gbenga whose ego was the size of Olumo rock.


But Gbenga was not going to take no for an answer. His confidence came in large doses; he rarely ever got his requests turned down -- not when it had to do with intimacy with the opposite sex. In most cases, he didn't have to do any chasing, his physical appearance and deep pocket spoke for him in no small measure. So, it was an affront to him that Lola who didn't look half as good as the 'sex bombs' that swarmed round him would repeatedly turn down his request for a relationship, not even after he had put on his irresistible boyish charm.

Compared to Gbenga, Dayo was more level headed and had sincerity of purpose. Just before their final exams, she finally agreed to give Dayo a chance -- a development Gbenga didn't find funny at all. But he managed to take the disappointment in his stride.

They soon graduated from school and, before long, each found their own level. Gbenga got absorbed into one of his father's companies and after several months of job search, Dayo also got a job in an insurance brokerage firm. Lola wasn't as lucky, as it took her time to get a job but she eventually did -- a teaching job in a highbrow school. Three years after graduation, Dayo and Lola settled down to marital life and immediately began the business of child bearing. In five years, they had all of their three children and concentrated on raising them.

Then one day, the nightmare that would threaten to ruin their marriage began.

Dayo complained of acute pain in his joints while at work and soon after, his eyes began to reel and then he slumped. He was rushed to the firm's clinic where he was put on bed rest and got referred to a teaching hospital for a comprehensive test to properly corroborate their own findings. It turned out that Dayo had kidney problems and needed to be placed on dialysis before getting a replacement for the malfunctioning kidney.

This sounded like news from outer space to them. Their entire savings couldn't pay for the required number of dialysis needed, including the cost of a kidney transplant. They soon scaled the first hurdle when a series of test revealed that his wife could comfortably donate one of her kidneys, which matched his. The impossibility of raising almost N3m to make the trip to India for the transplant stared them in the face; and the longer they delayed, the more Dayo's health deteriorated.

Lola did everything within her power to raise the money, but it was beginning to look like an uphill task. Her school's alumni had managed to raise about N500,000 for them, which was barely enough. Then one day, Gbenga, who was now married with children, paid the family a visit and offered to help. He would gladly give them N5m to cover their expenses and even have enough to rebuild their lives on the condition that Lola, who had long eluded him, grace his bed for one whole week.

As soon as he dropped the bombshell, he stood up and left, but not without leaving his call card on a table. Dayo and Lola could not recover from the shock of what they had just heard. They could not respond, because it sounded ridiculous to even consider. After a few days of musing over the offer, by which time tempers had simmered down considerably and Dayo's health had really nosedived, he told Lola to take up the offer.

No man in his right senses would encourage his wife to engage in extra-marital affair. His case was peculiar and he didn't want to die. There were a lot of things he was yet to accomplish and he wanted to die a fulfilled man, not one cut down in his prime. He promised to continue loving Lola and to never allow the action come in the way of their happiness.

To say that Lola thought it incredulous for Dayo to suggest such a thing to her would be just putting it mildly. She couldn't, for the millions in the whole world, condescend so low to having anything to do with Gbenga. She was prepared to go cap in hand begging on the streets to raise the balance of the money, but not to be found on the same bed with Gbenga.

The die is now cast. Should Lola maintain her integrity and watch her husband die; or should she accept Gbenga's offer as prodded on by her husband?