Some Nigerians ehn in your haste to comment you did not see where it was stated that her money will be held in a trust where she will be give some at 18 followed by 25 and everything on her 30th birthday with exception for cases where she wants to pay tuition , buy a property or start a business. Please take a minute to understand a write up before you react. peace out .

My soul is hurt and my spirit low at hearing this news. May their souls rest in Peace.

Sorry dude but we Igbo's are happy having the wealth go round than for it to be amassed by one man all in the name of Forbes list. My brothers what i saw in Lagos this week made me proud of you all please keep it up we Igbo's will never stoop low and beg for food.

@ Poster ‎‎​I won't judge you thank God your conscience is alive. Well that is why ‎‎​I tell people don't go saying things you aint sure of until u r confronted with them. And for those claiming that if it had been their sister they would do bla bla bla and all worth not ‎‎​I will advice them to raise their sisters with the right manners to avoid been beaten one day on her behalf. Finally poster you need to work on your anger management and by that ‎‎​I mean learn to think situations thru before you act in other words don't do anything before you think of the consequences. And for the record ‎‎​I wouldn't continue in the relationship if ‎‎​I were you cos both of you for now have a similar unfavorable traits and like someone said 2 mad men can't be in one market. Shalom.

Anybody Who supports abortion in this time and age is a, Common what do you guys mean by what kind of life is the baby coming to live. Probably some of you were even born out of wedlock but just that you don't know d truth. Following ur logic we can as well go to all motherless babies homes and kill all the children there afterall what kind of life are they living. @ Op you have a Job please ‎‎​I beg in the name of who you trust in the most don't abort that baby it just could be the source of your joy. Have you had time to think why it persisted even with the condom in place. Don't be a murderer. @ Everyone out there please never commit abortion if you can't keep the baby give birth to it and Our Heavenly father who is capable of all thing will provide somebody who wants the baby.

See this ones. The Sim ‎‎​I bought for almost 3 days have refused to browse with my Subciption period counting down and their customer care number been available only on print and not in reality and they are here advertising 3.75G . Anyway ‎‎​I don wise up .

@sisnowee you are funny. @ Kobo u might want to check ur first post on this thread again. Trust me there is no point making up ur mind now it will just be a mental conception cos just like this sucide bomber decided its not worth dying yet you don't know what u eventually do until the exact minute it happens. And please stop saying he changed his mind about killing members of the church he only changed his mind about killing himself. If he eventually changed his mind about killing the members of the church he would have found a way to swerve the steering away from d church and die a martyr. @ Niseamaka did you attend FGC Nise? or are you from there? Sorry if my post are not clear cos ‎‎​I am typing from a phone.

Knowing this fact( ppl react to situations differently) why were so fast to crucify d whole church( ur comment on not attending the church again). ‎‎​I maintain ‎‎​that though ‎‎​I am a real cool guy slow to anger but would never want to be in such situation don't even want to think about it. Cos until you are where it happens u don't know which of the 2 groups u belong to.

Please you people should allow kobo keep her opinion cos everyone is entitled to one. Don't know what ‎‎​I would do but certainly handing him over to the police is not an option during the first hour of the incident. Maybe hours later when my head becomes clear enough ‎‎​I would agree. All the same can't blame the worshipers its easier said than done. ‎‎​I pray never to be caught in such situation. Amen.

Stay @ woji and this is surely trash talk cos Electricity supply is still epileptic.

Stay @ woji and this is surely trash talk cos electricity supply is still epileptic.

‎‎​I never opened this topic to convince anybody about anything. ‎‎​I only opened this thread to verify if the 2 incidence are related as the title of this post does not conclude on anything so please people believe whatever you like ‎‎​I don't care. Prayer saves.

Its a public forun so ‎‎​I expect all manner of people here so can't be offended. ‎‎​I guess nobody was @ d scene of the averted lynch or maybe the thread has not received wide coverage. All the same Prayer saves.

RIP in peace friends. If ‎‎​I loose my believe in every other thing one thing ‎‎​I am very sure of is judgment.

So ‎‎​I was going to work this Morning as ‎‎​I approached my company drive in Trans Amadi. ‎‎​I saw a young Northern boy properly dressed walking and a weird(extremely thin looking) goat following him some few feets behind . Something struck me but ‎‎​I continued on my journey. As ‎‎​I approached my companies gate ‎‎​I noticed my colleagues all looking ahead behind me. ‎‎​I asked them what was the problem they said they suspected that goat was a human being. ‎‎​I continued into the company as ‎‎​I approached my office door ‎‎​I had a conviction to pray about the situation. ‎‎​I prayed that if the goat was human that God should miraculously change it back to a human in the presence of people. Fast forward this evening around 4pm another colleague entirely who was not around during the morning hours is telling me that an hausa boy was nearly lynched at mile 1 PH but for the intervention of police. They said he changed a boy to a goat. ‎‎​I think this two incidence are related. Anybody who witnessed d lynching at mile 1 who has a picture should please update let me confirm if it is the same boy. My people Prayer works always pray to God.

Getting into a relationship is easy, but keeping it alive is
the difficult part. There are plenty of things, big or
small, that an wreck an otherwise great relationship.
Now, Dr Barton Goldsmith, a California-based
psychotherapist and the author of '100 Ways to Boost
Your Self-Confidence - Believe in Yourself and Others
Will Too' reveals what all can kill romantic relationships
and how to save it from falling apart.
1. Money: It's the root of all evils, as they say. If a
partner has been unscrupulous, getting the trust back
can be a challenge, reports the Sydney Morning Herald.
2. Sex/infidelity: A sexless marriage or unfaithfulness
can extinguish love quicker than blowing out a candle.
Don't let the flame burn out and try to renew your sex
life.
3. Disrespect: Research shows that belittling, insulting
or yelling at your partner can cut the chances of your
relationship's survival.
4. Children: Some live for them, others would rather kill
themselves. Make sure to keep things in balance with
your partner, so you have the energy to deal with any
child issues.
5. Opposite-sex friends: If you don't want your spouse/
partner to dine out and have drinks with a member of
the opposite sex, then you need to follow the same
guidelines.
6. Resentments: Don't hold your pain, hurt or anger
inside. If you are harbouring some resentment talk it out
and put the matter to rest, so you can enjoy your
relationship.
7. Lying/broken promises: Even if you're afraid of
getting in trouble, tell the whole truth and don't break
promises, and find a way to make up for past mistakes.
8. Laziness: Keeping a relationship is hard work, and if
you are unwilling to do it, your connection will diminish
and you will begin to resent your partner.
9. Being mean: If you punish your partner when you
don't get your way, or if the two of you give each other
the silent treatment, you are headed for a lifetime of
emotional pain. Stop the nastiness and learn to talk
about it.
10. Discomfort/remodelling. If you are living in a
construction zone, it's pretty hard to feel comfortable.
Injury or illness can create a similar situation. Your
home should be a place of serenity, so if you are
remodelling or are dealing with physical issues, make
your comfort a priority.

You Lazy (Intellectual) African Scum!
So I got this in my email this morning…
They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the
sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this
realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and
therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute,
poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this
demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any
discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the
trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the
light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope,
but an approaching train. And because countless keep
waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many
more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves
die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something
about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he
was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was
going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-
stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was
angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians
with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I
settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia.”
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”
“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King
Cobra as your president.”
My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter
smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow,
one of those American highbrows who shuttle between
Africa and the U.S.
“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he
continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku,
Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other
highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I
was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys
off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million
dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called
Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all—the rich and
the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar
intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I
will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the
broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your
government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of
dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a
couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty
times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He
is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African
president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot
and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned
down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the
smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a
happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across
Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded
admirably.
“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here
on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise
and now the most powerful nation on earth. We
discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to
pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we
call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the
water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and
fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—
crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-
meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you
call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take
the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I
get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs.
That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Africans, the
entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and
lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a
racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell
them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a
moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and
white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the
difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the
Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them
thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of
the three billion DNA subunits. After they
were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases
were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same
people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on
this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every
white person on this plane feels superior to a black
person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the
homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no
matter his status or education. I can pick up a
nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up,
and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around
him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff.
Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African
Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological
impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give
me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please
do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for
the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are
lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow
you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African
intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you,
and not those poor starving people, who is the reason
Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again,
you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the
most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the
Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I
saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on
Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to
myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the
Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a
simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify
well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me
that after thirty-seven years of independence your
university school of engineering has not produced a
scientist or an engineer who can make simple small
machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”
I held my breath.
“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They
were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf
Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and
Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of
alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from
eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t.
We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the
Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country.
You don’t care about your country and yet your very
own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere,
Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor.
Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are
dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your
own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates,
researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating
your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this
and that—PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the
attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy
lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from
American manufacturing factories and sending them to
your own factories. All those research findings and
dissertation papers you compile should be your
country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a
force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned
them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just
look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and
grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I
shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain
inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese,
Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans
are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin
syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become
innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan
International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I
have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.”
He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something.
“Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter
walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had
left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up
sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati—
the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows,
and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling
and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have
since passed—how they got the highest grades in
mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest
education on the planet. They had been to Harvard,
Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology
(MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or
discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at
the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports.
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we
have failed to nurture creativity and collective
orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality
and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a
government pay cheque. We believe that development is
generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our
degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working
environment does not offer the opportunity for
fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the
spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to
blame. The larger failure is due to political
circumstances over which they have had little control.
The past governments failed to create an environment
of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards
innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba,
Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and
therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing
outside the line.
I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same
faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him
that we can build our own car, he would throw me out.
“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)
Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody
innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a
technologically active-positive leader who can succeed
him after a term or two. That way we can make our
own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor
blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make
tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever
remain inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our country from what
is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior
African country requires a bold risk-taking educated
leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in
YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter.
Take a moment and think about our country. Our
journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has
been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each
one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and
disease. The number of graves is catching up with the
population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s
time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active-
positive progressive movement that will change our
lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the
challenge and salvage the remaining few of your
beloved ones.
Field Ruwe is a US-based Zambian media
practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate
with a B.A. in Mass Communication and
Journalism, and an M.A. in History.

Sorry man ‎‎​I don't get what exactly you mean. You are off topic abeg.

Of course ‎‎​I meant Northern Muslims and athiest if there is any.

‎‎​I am not a conspiracy theorist but some thought just occurred to me. Boko Haram asked Southerners to leave the North and Northerners in the south to come back. The Northerners in the south heeded to this call considering the way they all packed themselves in 911 trailers which invariably translates that they support Boko Haram . Someone might ask how? Have you thought that if the Northerners have remained in the south Boko haram might be tempted not to embark on any mass murder considering they know their brother are still in the south and do not support them. ‎‎​I only think the Imams advised the northerners to go home and which means this country is not United. If you are from the south residing in the north and you are reading this please come home because our "so called brothers" have betrayed our sovereignty by obeying Boko haram and has only gone home to join their "real brothers" in their evil plan. For the southerners at home please accomodate those that will come home and make them comfortable especially since many will be leaving huge wealth behind. ‎‎​I weep for my great country May the will of God be done.

@ Evil brain your brain is not just evil afterall as appalling as this news might sound or as much as ‎‎​I hate the first lady ‎‎​I won't be brainwashed with any article that comes up from any where. Nigeria might be a jungle but there no way anybody can convince me that My tax money is going into madam umbrella so called NGO legally. Illegally maybe but people should please stop being gullible. Next please.

No Matter the angle ‎‎​I look at this  its wrong. Nobody should go about killing defenseless people for no reason. If the perpetrators of this act think they are retaliating for the killed Catholics they had better think again . Cos they are no different than the Xmas bombers themselves.

Obviously it depends on the kind of activities you are involved in on a daily basis. For me Lunch is the most important meal for me cos it replaces spent energy and prepares you for what's next to come. Don't take breakfast cost it makes me lazy and dinner for me is always light if not sleeping might be a bad experience. Besides my lunch has to be between the hour of 12pm - 1pm.

Soludo, Adenuga $ Governor Fashola
Soludo for his great achievement at a very tender age . A prof @ his age and respected internationally I'd no small feat.
Adenuga for his patriotism ‎‎​I just love how this man mixes business with patriotism .‎‎​I hope to be able to surpass his level of patriotic investment in this great country.
Finally Fashola has my respect by being not just a visionary  but his will power to make do just what he sets out to do. He has surely proved that government can sanitize the country when they are ready to .
@ OP great topic more of this please.

Congrats Arsenal lovely display but in as much as VP scored a hat trick my man of the match was Gervinho followed by the Brazilian left back they poured their heart out in keeping Chelsea at bay. United for Eternity

Why is Evans playing thought he had a red card last match

@ Dayokanu get a life. if you are frustrated take your anger elsewhere. the fact that you are faceless behind a computer does not give you the right to accuse the president wrongly.

All this arguments are flawed. Removing or keeping the fuel subsidy is not my utmost concern in this issue but the sincerity of Nigerians. How does the barber increase his fee from 200 to 400 because Fuel price increased . Is the fuel the only variable cost that keeps the business. Same goes for all business with the exception of a few. Nigerians are not sincere with one another and until we do there is no progress in view. That's my take on the issue.