₦airaland Forum

fados4sure:
hahaha! guy na that kind biz you dey do? when its time to withdraw, you will be asked to upgrade.

as suspected Nigeria didn't make the list.
abeg what's our rank in world ranking

India,Russia and USA are more populated than Nigeria but made it still, even Egypt got a slot.

fact is; Nigeria is a dwarf giant

Odogwucharles:
That thing looka spiritual.... Go to a pastor

people like you are part of Nigeria's problems

I no wun laugh abeg

FuckTheMod:
Mumu

You must be an illiterate

You don't know the meaning of devaluation abi

That 1 cedi is equals to 1000 cedi in real sense and economy. So stop deceiving yourself.
The present naira is still far better than the cedi.

you think you know but what's depressing is that you don't know.

talking of purchase power, the cedi is shoulders above the naira now.

sambluesky:
I bliv its possible

in your dreams abi

just 2yrs ago 1cedi used to be #50 And $1 = #160. now, $1=#300 when $1=3cedis and 1cedi now 100naira.

I don't know what else gullible Nigerians wants to happen before they agree that this present administration is a failure

winetapper:
i saw the thing too oooo laugh wan tear my belle




Long time

LOL

I dey oo, i just dey appear dey disappear like rainy season

viviangist3:
Source http://www.viviangist.com/dangote-truck-cars-and-properties-burnt-as-kogi-poly-stage-protest-photos

..."okada rider 'chuks' the lady with knife..."
seriously 'chuks'

viviangist3:
Source http://www.viviangist.com/dangote-truck-cars-and-properties-burnt-as-kogi-poly-stage-protest-photos

is this a pidgin report or

One good Saturday morning not so long ago, I visited the barber’s shop to get a new haircut as my girl friend had threw too many gibes at me over my overly grown hair. I had to abandon my dream of looking like Osama Biladen or Santa Claus and look good for her.


No sooner had I got to the saloon that I realized I had stepped into a time bomb. The guys argued on virtually every topic that was in the newspaper one of them held. They argued about religion with all the strength in them that I almost thought I was in middle of a Christian versus Muslim fight; they soon got into current affairs that I could not help but marvel at their knowledge of history. Some of them were mentioning dates liked it was written on their palms.

I noticed more passion when they touched down on sports matter; I could tell what football clubs each of them support from their argument. The salon had turn more of a market place than what it really was, I was enjoying every bit of the whole drama except for the saliva that landed on me from the debaters as they often turned to me as if I was a judge to decide on the matter as they state their cases since I was neutral and had not taken any side in any of the matters argued. It got worse when the man holding the newspaper turned the page and read out a topic loud; “wife pours acid on husband for cheating on her”.
I was surprised all the guys for the first time since I had been in the room, agreed on something. This time I was not needed to judge or decide who wins the case as they all in unison felt the woman was wrong not because she bathed her husband with acid for cheating on her but because they felt everybody both men and women cheats hence no one was worthy to frown at it.



I was shocked and could not believe my ears. For crying at loud, most of these men were married and if this was what they thought I’m confused as to what to think. I went on to ask one of the chief speaker who from his stories seem to be the cheat master, if he loved his wife and his strong affirmative positive response got me rather more confused. How could he love his wife so much as he said he did and still cheat on her?
I remembered accompanying my girl friend to the women salon once to buy weaves. She felt it was not necessary for me to go with her but I insisted not because I really loved to go but because I had read somewhere that ladies find guys/men who accompany their girlfriends/wives to the salon, extremely romantic. I wanted her to see me as an extremely romantic fellow, so poor silly me dragged myself to the ladies’ salon.

At the women’s salon, for the few minutes I was there, I heard different stories of how they caught their partners cheating on them, how they cheat on their partners and the ones that were yet to, were getting free lectures and mapping out their plans on how they will cheat on their partner. I hit myself couple of times and yanked my ear to make sure I was not dreaming and my ear was hearing right. I left the salon wishing I had listened to my girl friend’s advice and stayed back but I was happy I got that experience.
I left both salons surprise, bewildered and speechless. I couldn’t even think straight, has sex become so cheap that people now consider being faithful and trustworthy too expensive to be real? Has cheating become too rampant that it is now seen as normal and every tom dick and harry affair?
Since both of these my experiences, I had become more confuse than I have ever been on any topic and I have not stopped asking myself and any one I feel can give me a tangible answer to this jamb question; why do people cheat?

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http://www.kizorita.com/2016/02/article-cheaters-lodge-why-do-people.html?m=1

Diasporas living outside their home country will
agree with me that there is this special
unexplainable feeling we have when we return
home on holidays, it is doubled especially when
we have done well for ourselves far away from
home and return to see that our folks back home
, aren’t doing badly as well. I wished I could say
so of Nigeria when I returned home for this
passed year’s Christmas holiday.



The hiked taxi fare of #2,000(from around #300
which it used to be) from Festac main gate to
mile2 just within Lagos that greeted me, had me
foaming in mouth throughout my ride in the old
rickety car which had conveyed me till I got to
the park where I got another shocker of my life.



I was heading to warri from Lagos, I rushed to
the park in a bid to book early enough so I could
join the first bus leaving for warri only for me to
ask cost of the fare and got a reply that had me
looking at my behind thinking the ticket agent
was referring to the guy standing behind me who
was going to Abuja but had intentionally stood
in the wrong line since the Abuja queue was
moving in snail speed.
“Six thousand naira from Lagos to warri?” I
heard myself screaming, “na plane I dey book?” I
went on, hoping other supposed travelers would
join me in my protest but to my utmost surprise,
I was the only soldier in my battalion holding a
loaded gun. Without much ado, I shielded my
sword and paid the outrageous fare of (#6,000
from #1,500) without further protest.


Before we started off on our journey, I queried
the manager of the bus company on the reason
for the hiked fare and his reply was fuel was
now scarce in the country and very costly when
one managed to find some. I was surprised at
the complaints of other passengers about the
hiked fare during our journey; didn’t they hear
me when I was protesting? Why didn’t they
speak up then? It is no secret that Nigerians are
known widely as a people who smile while
suffering. We’ve become so accustomed to living
under harsh conditions and bad governance that
we now take unfair conditions like everyday
normal event without making a single complain,
after all, na 9ja we dey.


I was happy to get home as usual; I was happy
to see my friends and family after a long time
but was I happy to know life has been a tale of
from fry pan to fire for them since I left? Was I
happy to hear that the reason I could see a
constant light for a mere 2hours was because it
was Christmas day and that every other day,
they had to run generators nearly 24hours to go
about their businesses or watch their favorite TV
programs when they had return home from
work? Of course not, I wasn’t.


After a week at home, the cloud had begun to
clear from my eyes. I had begun to see the hot
tears which they had so well hidden behind their
fake smiles begging to fall off from their watery
eyes. whenever I went out to visit a friend or
meet up with any appointment that required me
to leave the comfort of my father’s little house
that was located far inside a residential layout, I
begun to notice the long congested stagnant
traffic that formed daily in the major roads in the
state as a result of the poor state of the roads
which had gotten tired of begging for proper
maintenance and repair since they were
constructed.


Whenever I tried to slide into my study to get
into my writing mood, I often lost my cool as the
loud snores from the generators of our tenants
and other close by houses never allowed me
concentrate. From dawn till dusk nearly every
day, there was power outage hence the cries of
generators were the alarm that woke me from
my slumbers, the ringtone when I had a call, the
voice on the phone when I answered my calls,
the music I listened to whenever I turn on my
home theatre, the voices I heard inside my head
and my companion whenever I was bored.


I begun to notice the reduced size of the chunk
of meats that accompanied my daily meals and
the less vegetables and salads that awaited me
in the freezer as a result of less supply since
fuel price hiked, the reason my aunt gave when
she once returned from the market. “Three seeds
of tomatoes is now two hundred naira” she went
on to complain.


Once, I nearly walked into a fight between two
cults. My friend once called me from an eastern
state to narrate how he had luckily escaped a
stampede by pro-biafra supporters during one of
their mass protests through a market.
I could not visit my friends or even go out on
business appointments without having to think
of the outrageous long tight traffic jams I would
have to endure as a result of the poor state of
the roads.


I could not afford to consume my favorite
vegetables and salads in the right quantity and
as frequent as I once enjoyed them without my
conscience judging me or even try to buy them
without letting myself listen to the usual
incessant complains of the traders about how
their transport fares to the farms had sky
rocketed hence the reason vegetables are now
costly.


I could not walk out of the safety of my father’s
house without having to call my friends living
outside of my area to ask them of the security
situations in their areas before I visited, for fear
of being cut up in middle of cult fights, mass
protests or any mishap.


I could not watch my favorite TV programs or
even enjoy a quiet time at home without having
to listen to the incessant blaring sounds of
generators as a result of the constant light outs.


In no time, I had begun to get tired of home. I
had lost the joy and excitement I had before I
had returned home for the holiday. I soon started
to beg minutes to become hours, hours to
become days and days to become weeks so my
holiday can be over so I could run away from the
home I had so much missed but have to run
away from as a result of the many unfavorable
conditions that had constantly soured my stay.




www.kizorita.com/2016/02/lost-joy-of-homecoming.html?m=1

LIARS !
BIG FAT LIARS!

I've been home for a whole month and all through the holiday, all I had was my own generator screaming at me for nearly 24hrs everyday. there's barely light and when it comes, it's a thing to celebrate if it stays a minute more than one hour

rubbish... except of course warri isn't part of Nigeria
mtcheew

@ dainformant, lalasticlala, other posters and mods;
please, what is a good Samaritan?

Do you mean the kind Nigerian is from samarita too

samarithan, I know can be used to refer to a kind gestured person like the biblical good samarithan, I know it's a literary thing too but your use of the word is wrong.

biko stop feeding us with trash daily

when they tell my northern brothers to take their kids for immunization, dem no go gri.

Later their kids get deformed and critically ill and they expect us still hustling to spare them some cash.

mtcheew

this is one reason I hardly sympathise with some physically challenged

TonyeBarcanista:
A reverend in a gay church

an arch Bishop's daughter,a rev in a gay church what a joke. tutu really did have her a sound home training

and she's a Reverend what the heck.
end time for sure, tutu fall my hand big time.

and she's a Reverend what the heck.
end time for sure, tutu fall my hand big time.

I was here