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18wheeler: i cant post comment on the website

What error message did you get

ZUBY77:

What error message did you get

When one clicks on the leave a reply, it takes you to the enter email box. Even there, theirs no submit button. It keeps going round and round.

While clicking around, one pinterest app/stuff showed up. Even tried using my facebook id to login/comment ao the facebook ''box'', but nothing. I've already given up on it before I saw the complaint above. Thought I was alone.


Regards.

olenyi:


When one clicks on the leave a reply, it takes you to the enter email box. Even there, theirs no submit button. It keeps going round and round.

While clicking around, one pinterest app/stuff showed up. Even tried using my facebook id to login/comment ao the facebook ''box'', but nothing. I've already given up on it before I saw the complaint above. Thought I was alone.


Regards.

thanks. Will let the webmaster know now

olenyi:


When one clicks on the leave a reply, it takes you to the enter email box. Even there, theirs no submit button. It keeps going round and round.

While clicking around, one pinterest app/stuff showed up. Even tried using my facebook id to login/comment ao the facebook ''box'', but nothing. I've already given up on it before I saw the complaint above. Thought I was alone.


Regards.

exactly my experience

Baba Zuby77, I duff my hat once more...

18wheeler:
exactly my experience

M̶̲̥̅Ƹ too o zuby,i couldn't comment,the site needs some finishing touches.

Numero uuuno: M̶̲̥̅Ƹ too o zuby,i couldn't comment,the site needs some finishing touches.

18wheeler:
exactly my experience

olenyi:


When one clicks on the leave a reply, it takes you to the enter email box. Even there, theirs no submit button. It keeps going round and round.

While clicking around, one pinterest app/stuff showed up. Even tried using my facebook id to login/comment ao the facebook ''box'', but nothing. I've already given up on it before I saw the complaint above. Thought I was alone.


Regards.

Are you using Opera Mini? & is this issue with the Mobile Version? The former mobile theme used Java script on the commenting system which Opera Mini doesn't work too well with since it doesnt maintain an active connection to the server.
Please try commenting with the new mobile theme let's see how that goes.

Also @18wheeler have you tried the Donation system again?

Oga zubby has don it again!

cluewebhost:






Are you using Opera Mini? & is this issue with the Mobile Version? The former mobile theme used Java script on the commenting system which Opera Mini doesn't work too well with since it doesnt maintain an active connection to the server.
Please try commenting with the new mobile theme let's see how that goes.

Also @18wheeler have you tried the Donation system again?

I'm using microsofe internet explorer. It's the only browser allowed on my system because it's an office computer. I've not tried the donation system since last tuesday. I'll do before I close from work today.

cluewebhost:






Are you using Opera Mini? & is this issue with the Mobile Version? The former mobile theme used Java script on the commenting system which Opera Mini doesn't work too well with since it doesnt maintain an active connection to the server.
Please try commenting with the new mobile theme let's see how that goes.

Also @18wheeler have you tried the Donation system again?

yeah,its opera mini 7.1 on mobile.
i'll go and try again and give you a feedback

Any fan in Akure? There in three hours.

ZUBY77: Any fan in Akure? There in three hours.

Zubby,I beg you in the Name of God,when are you coming to Ibadan?You've got lots of Fans in Ibadan following with Passion and am one of them..Please and please i beg you in the Name of God,when are you coming..You're nothing but the Best..Keep it up dude

Zuby you are the man. Carry on bro. Nice story.

ZUBY77: Any fan in Akure? There in three hours.

akure gosh,am in ondo town

I've successfully commented on the website. it May be bye to nairaland following.

18wheeler: I've successfully commented on the website. it May be bye to nairaland following.

That's great

sambroose: Heute ist so langweilig, Mr zubby kommen und uns einige update

Prüfen globalruns.com. gibt es ein Update gibt jedem einzelnen Tag, ich kaum mehr hierher kommen.

bigx:

Prüfen globalruns.com. gibt es ein Update gibt jedem einzelnen Tag, ich kaum mehr hierher kommen.

oh meine Welt, und ich wusste nie, o
globalruns hier komme ich

sambroose: oh meine Welt, und ich wusste nie, o
globalruns hier komme ich

Fur ich nesctien lah o hier komme.
Waht du fich kan desier.

make una tell us the truth o

Pls has anyone seen ZUBBY

Fayrouzz: Pls has anyone seen ZUBBY

zubby de globalruns.com, we see am this afternoon

ZUBY77: thanks. Will let the webmaster know now

@ZUBY.

I think its been taken care of. The leave a comment box is not working. Keep up the great work bro.


Regards.

cluewebhost:






Are you using Opera Mini? & is this issue with the Mobile Version? The former mobile theme used Java script on the commenting system which Opera Mini doesn't work too well with since it doesnt maintain an active connection to the server.
Please try commenting with the new mobile theme let's see how that goes.

Also @18wheeler have you tried the Donation system again?

Was actually using ucweb on mobile. But its ok now. Though its popping out a banner telling me to enable my browser javascript which I know ucweb has and is enabled.


Regards.

zubby de globalruns.com, we see am this afternoon[/quote] Thanks man.. That was helpful.

Fayrouzz: zubby de globalruns.com, we see am this afternoon Thanks man.. That was helpful.

I programmed Global runs to post an update every afternoon.

I already wrote and uploaded enough chapters to last for weeks.


I m writing more too.

I will also programme it to post two updates daily when i have enough chapters to last for months.

Na everywhere you dey carry condom go..

Chapter 156
Our next stop was at Cape Coast. We didn’t
waste time there as we continued our journey
east towards the city of Accra.
Back in Abdijan, i had left some of my
belongings behind. Unfortunately i had the
hotel keycard with me. I wasn’t going to risk
my life because of such things as my bag or
cloths or hotel keycard, everything would take
care of itself in time.
We got to the STC park in Tudu near the Accra
main Lorry park. It was a familiar area. As
soon as the bus stopped, i switched on my
phone and read the messages from Isabella.
She said she had called many times and didn’t
know where i was or what had happened to
me.
I had opened my wallet and brought out my
Ghana simcard card, then put it in my phone
and checked the airtime balance. There wasn’t
enough, therefore i approached an Hausa man
who sold hot tea and recharge card. It was
still early. Our bus had arrived in Accra a few
minutes to 7am. It was a Journey that could
have taken 8 hours if not for the numerous
check points and the delay at Elubo. The delay
at the Elubo border between Ghana and Ivory
coast was the worst I had ever witnessed. The
authorities demanded for money from us even
after we presented our international passports
and the yellow vaccination cards.
I had purchased a recharge card in Tudu and
called Isabella. She had answered the call with
a little apprehension until she found out that
the strange number was from me. She had
demanded to know where i was and why i had
disappeared from the St. Paul Cathedral the
Way i did.
I told her that i spotted an enemy of mine
who could have killed me if i didn’t run.
She said she had seen what happened at the
Cathedral but was too stunned to believe that i
could have jumped on someone the way i did.
Eventually she asked when i would be in
Nigeria so that she could start coming.
”I will let you know when i get to Nigeria” i
had said and hung up.
There was an early morning fast food joint at
the STC park which was specially built there to
serve early morning travelers. I went inside
there and checked the remainder of my
money.
I had $715 left plus another CFA55,000. After
a quick breakfast, i went out and changed the
CFA to dollars. I got another $115 which
totalled my money to $830. It was still a
whole lot of money, as a result, i decided to
spend another two days in Ghana so that
people would have returned to Lagos from
Christmas before i went back. I changed some
money into Cedis and got GHC400,000. I took
a taxi and went to the neighbourhood where i
had found Chinelo Jessica when she ran away
with my phone and money.
As expected, the very hotel where they
operated was still quiet since it was very early.
I got down from the cab and paid him off.
The hotel was as it was the last time i saw it. I
walked to the reception and met the
receptionist half asleep on his desk. A tap on
the wooden partition woke him up.
”I need a room for two nights” i said. He got
up and shoved the price list towards me. The
Cheapest room i saw there was about
GHC118,000, which loosely translated to
about $13. One US Dollar at that time was
about GHC9,075.
I paid in Cedis and went upstairs.
After my bath, i went into the city and bought
a boxer, a face cap, a T shirt and a pair of
Jean Khaki short pants. I returned to the hotel
and slept for the rest of the day.
By 6pm, the loud music at the hotel bar had
started booming. It woke me up properly. I
got up, wore the new cloths and sat on the
chair looking out of the window. I wanted to
go down but i needed the darkness to come
out first. At about 7:30pm, i went down to the
bar. I covered my face with the peak of my
cap and walked to a semi dark corner where i
could view the entire ground properly.
I sat down and tried calling the old number of
Chinelo, it wasn’t connecting. I bought a
bottle of Guinness Stout and sipped it slowly
while looking out.
It was getting to about 10pm before i saw her.
She had changed a little bit from the last time
we met. She had plaited a different hairstyle
which had made her look taller. I watched as
she discussed with a man and when it seemed
that the price bargaining didn’t go well, she
went to a corner and sat down.
I quickly finished my drink and went to her
through the back. They were two girls there
sitting side by side. I pulled a chair up and sat
beside Chinelo. She looked at me but didn’t
recognize who i was until i said.
”How much did you bought that phone i took
from you”
She looked at me again and recognized my
voice.
”What are you doing here Zuby” she asked
quickly and stood up.
It was a delicate situation and i needed to be
very careful.
”Sit down, you have paid for what you did to
me. You don’t have to fear anything. I asked
how much you bought that phone i took from
you” i said again.
She sat down and said nothing. Her friend
asked her if i was the guy she told her about.
”I am going to give you the money for the
phone before i leave Accra tomorrow night
but i need you to cheer up first” i said.
”You are very wicked. In fact you are not a
man. I cried for you for many days. I have
told my God to revenge what you did to me”
she said.
It was funny hearing what she said. How could
she ask God to punish me? Did she not even
see what she did as very bad or was she
among the type that believed a man should
never harm a woman no matter what the
circumstances or situation was. Chinelo stole
my phone and money and here was she trying
to involve God. Was God that obedient to
sinners to the extent of answering their silly
prayers?
”Its Ok, Nelo my sister. I felt bad after i
thought about what i did to you and that is
why i came here. I am just coming back from
Ivory Coast and i want to spend a day or two
with you. Are you interested or do i find
another person” i asked.
She looked at her friend who shook her head
for her to reject my proposal.
”I don’t know. You can go and get another
person if you want” she said and looked away.
She was undecided.
” In everyone’s life, at some time, our
inner fire goes out. It is then burst
into flame by an encounter with
another human being. We should all
be thankful for those people who
rekindle the inner spirit.”

Chapter 157
For several minutes, we remained quiet.
Suddenly i stood up and brought out my
wallet.
”I don’t know how much you bought your
phone but here is $200. Use it to replace the
phone but as for the shoes, i may also decide
to pay for it someday” i said and kept the
money on the table. As i pulled my plastic
chair back to step out, she grabbed my hand
and started crying.
When she stopped the tears, she said that it
was all her fault. She said she didn’t know
what came over her that made her ran away
with my phone and money. She also said that
she was ashamed of herself and had never
done such a thing again.
”I have another phone now. You can take your
money back, it is ok” she said.
”Don’t worry Chinelo, take the money” i said
and sat down again.
We sat there and talked about life as a
prostitute. She didn’t like what she was doing
but then no prostitute would admit that she
liked what she did.
She said she was saving money to go to Italy.
In just a few minutes, i had detected two lies
from her.
First when i asked if she would like to spend
time with me, she said ‘i don’t know’ , then
she said i could go and get another girl.
Secondly, she said she didn’t like prostitution
yet she was saving money to go to Italy.
I could have offered some advice about
Europe but i was nearly killed in Portugal for
trying to help a runaway prostitute.
”What hotel are you lodging” Chinelo asked.
Her friend looked angrily at her but she didn’t
care.
”I am staying in this hotel, i told you i came
here for you” i said.
Some moments later, a Ghannain man with
large pot belly came to our table.
”Customer, i am here” the girl sitting with us
said as she got up and went to the man.
”This is the kind of things and the kind of
people you people deal with here simply
because of money. Why can’t you think of
something to do in Nigeria. There are many
hairdressers, decorators, cake bakers in
Nigeria, why can’t you go back home, find one
thing to learn and make your living from
there”? I said.
She kept quiet for a while and started crying
again. I was moved by her tears, it seemed so
genuine this time.
”Its ok, pick up your money and lets go” i said
as i held her hand and pulled her up from the
plastic chair where she sat. We walked into
the hotel lobby together and went upstairs.
I left her in the room and went out to buy
whisky.
She must have been surprised to know that i
had no single luggage with me except a black
plastic bag that was given to me where i
bought cloths.
When i got back, we drank whiskey and talked.
She told me how she became a prostitute.
It had started in 2005 December when her
aunty who had a restaurant in Aba came to the
village. She had returned with a small Toyota
car nicknamed ‘first lady’ by Nigerians. She
had also brought bags of rice for the village
women. After Christmas, the lady had asked
two ladies from the village to follow her back
to Aba to help out in her restaurant business.
Chinelo was one of them.
She had followed the lady to Aba and had
worked in the restaurant for her. Unknown to
her, her aunty was into prostitution business.
Aunty Rose as she called her, was known for
organising girls for businessmen who paid her.
Aunty Rose had managed to convince her to
sleep with a businessman who sold used tyres.
According to Chinelo, the man used to go to
Ghana and Cotonou to buy tyres and brought
them back to Aba to supply to the retailers.
After sleeping with the man several times, he
had promised to take her to Ghana and open a
shop for her there. She had agreed.
By the ending of February 2006,
approximately two months after she came to
Aba, she had sneaked out of Aba with the man
and followed him to Ghana. The man had
lodged her into a very cheap guest house
where she had stayed for weeks. According to
her, the man would come to Ghana, did his
business, slept with her and returned to
Nigeria with a promise to open the shop for
her on his next trip. But each time he came
again, he would give one excuse and continue
making promises. Then she had met with Joy,
a Benin girl who had introduced her into the
business of prostitution.
After some months of working as a prostitute,
she had returned to her Village for her
father’s burial. His father had died while she
was in Ghana. It was on her return from the
burial that she met with me in the bus during
my first visit to Ghana. She had spent all her
money in the burial and was in urgent need of
money, that was why she stole my money and
ran away.
When she finished her story, i wanted to ask
her why she stole the phone too.
She told me how miserable life had been for
her. She had wanted to be a hairdresser
before she was taken to Aba. She said she still
wanted to be a hairdresser but the idea of
going to Italy had confused and corrupted her
mind to the extent of not even paying more
attention to any other thing.
”But it is not too late. You can still go back
home and start all over again” i said.
She shook her head and said she couldn’t go
home again. She said she had no place to live
since her aunty won’t allow her to stay in her
place in Aba. She had nobody in Lagos, Port
Harcourt or Onitsha where she would like to
stay and work.
”What if i find a one room for you in Lagos
and pay for a year, would you stay there and
learn the hair dressing” i asked.
She looked at me and nodded.
”Alright Chinelo, we are going back to Lagos
together” I said. She didn’t believe it. For
several minutes, she thought i made that
promise just to have sex with her that night
but when she finished her bath and returned
naked in the room, i told her to put her cloths
back on.
”You have been having sex for money since
you came to this Country, it would be a
wicked thing to do if i sleep with you again
tonight” i said.
She put on her cloth and slipped under the
bed sheet. Ten minutes later, she closed her
eyes and slept.
Chinelo was tired of life, but luck had just
smiled on her. We were going home together.
” It is during our darkest moments that
we must focus to see the light”