ElRazur:

Let me help you.

Kosovo was impersonating me, before @labiyemmy hacked into my account and posted as Alabiyemmy.

ElRazur:

Let me help you.

Kosovo was impersonating me, before @labiyemmy hacked into my account and posted as Alabiyemmy.

oyb:

dont u just love the internet - see as some olodo is claiming 1st class engineering

what do you expect when folks like mekusxxx can boast of a phd.

the Moderator in this section is doing a great Job!!!!

what do you expect when folks like mekusxxx can boast of a phd.

i tire!!

and we wonder why other countries dont respect nigerians.

when you have this type of person proudly boasting of a phd.

~Bluetooth:

what do you expect when folks like mekusxxx can boast of a phd.

Yes he does have a PhD. Permanent Hallucinatory Disorder.

The first post and subsequent postings from labiyemmy have similar writing styles. I can almost swear that dy are from one and same person.

Note d freq use of d word goat and bastard. The poster is also not yoruba, he is obviously from d SE (not trying to be ethnocentric, but d goat thingy).

I dnt understand what game d poster is up to.

Poster wats d object of this whole drama?

Xavier, wht u said is very true. it is the same person jare.

@Elrazur - while @Labiyemmy is whining like a bouncing baby boy and calling you names, you were still talking with him with maturity. i think you should leave him alone.

i really think he is the one who needs to visit the Psychiatric Hospital

Xavier.:

The first post and subsequent postings from labiyemmy have similar writing styles. I can almost swear that dy are from one and same person.

Note d freq use of d word goat and naughty person. The poster is also not yoruba, he is obviously from d SE (not trying to be ethnocentric, but d goat thingy).

I dnt understand what game d poster is up to.

Poster wats d object of this whole drama?

Well spotted. I think combining your observation with mine, it is clear that from the information in front of us all, no act of hacking happened. And it also appears that it was all done by one person.

I think me and you should open a private security agency.

In my bathroom mirror not long ago I noticed a strange individual peering back at me, and copying every gesture I made, in an attempt to confuse me into thinking that he was me. I brandished a loaded handgun and demanded that the intruder leave my premises, but was taken aback to see a weapon of identical caliber in the hands of the impostor. Without calling his bluff, I decided to ignore the provocation and go to work.

Later as I walked down the street, a person dressed in the same exact clothing as myself appeared in every shop window that I passed. Concluding that the suspect from my bathroom was now stalking me on my way to work, I launched an attack against a plate glass window, which shattered just as my adversary vanished into thin air, sending me flailing into a tangle of mannequins and window dressing.

My clarifications to the arresting officers fell on deaf ears, and I was hog-tied, gagged, sedated and sectioned into a secure psychiatric facility. Shortly after my arrival there, I visited the bathroom, and to my horror, saw in the mirror that same relentless sadist who had ruined my life and sent me to a private rubber room.

Please, fellow Nairalanders, what should I do next ?

Jakumo:

In my bathroom mirror not long ago I noticed a strange individual peering back at me, and copying every gesture I made, in an attempt to confuse me into thinking that he was me. I brandished a loaded handgun and demanded that the intruder leave my premises, but was taken aback to see a weapon of identical caliber in the hands of the impostor. Without calling his bluff, I decided to ignore the provocation and go to work.

Later as I walked down the street, a person dressed in the same exact clothing as myself appeared in every shop window that I passed. Concluding that the suspect from my bathroom was now stalking me on my way to work, I launched an attack against a plate glass window, which shattered just as my adversary vanished into thin air, sending me flailing into a tangle of mannequins and window dressing.

My clarifications to the arresting officers fell on deaf ears, and I was hog-tied, gagged, sedated and sectioned into a secure psychiatric facility. Shortly after my arrival there, I visited the bathroom, and to my horror, saw in the mirror that same relentless sadist who had ruined my life and sent me to a private rubber room.

Please, fellow Nairalanders, what should I do next ?

Commit suicide. Since he copies your every gesture, he'll do the same. That's the only way to get rid of him.

I donate one post ONLY to this worthless thread.

After due consultation it is now confirmed dt d Op has MPS - MULTIPLE PERSONALTY SYNDROME.

Nothing wen person no go see for this N/land!

no be same person they yarn this okpataaaaaaaaaaaaa?!

dame! nairawood! MPS is now in nairaland!

It is so funny how we treat Big issues with levity in Nigeria.

This guy need a doctor. He probably has MULTIPLE PERSONALTY SYNDROME,

Can a good Bruv in London call him and help him get medical assistance.


Jakumo has explained the mind of a person suffering from this ailment.

Get well soon brother

He doesn't need to get to d UK for treatment. There are good pyscho-analyst that can help me. I could recommend one or two to him.

deor03:

It is so funny how we treat Big issues with levity in Nigeria.

This guy need a doctor. He probably has MULTIPLE PERSONALTY SYNDROME,

Can a good Bruv in London call him and help him get medical assistance.


Jakumo has explained the mind of a person suffering from this ailment.

Get well soon brother

Jakumo:

In my bathroom mirror not long ago I noticed a strange individual peering back at me, and copying every gesture I made, in an attempt to confuse me into thinking that he was me. I brandished a loaded handgun and demanded that the intruder leave my premises, but was taken aback to see a weapon of identical caliber in the hands of the impostor. Without calling his bluff, I decided to ignore the provocation and go to work.

Later as I walked down the street, a person dressed in the same exact clothing as myself appeared in every shop window that I passed. Concluding that the suspect from my bathroom was now stalking me on my way to work, I launched an attack against a plate glass window, which shattered just as my adversary vanished into thin air, sending me flailing into a tangle of mannequins and window dressing.

My clarifications to the arresting officers fell on deaf ears, and I was hog-tied, gagged, sedated and sectioned into a secure psychiatric facility. Shortly after my arrival there, I visited the bathroom, and to my horror, saw in the mirror that same relentless sadist who had ruined my life and sent me to a private rubber room.

Please, fellow Nairalanders, what should I do next ?

A Jakumo Classic!!!