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It seems as though whenever any Nigerian dies it’s because of “brief illness”. Doctors of Nairaland, what are these “brief illnesses” wey dey kill us so?
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I actually doubt how true this article is. Kolanut is not a thing in Northern/Fulani culture. Moreover there literally isn't a "plot" Fulanis/Northerners have. Honestly just think through it it's impossible. 3 Likes 1 Share |
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Buhari should sack this man tbh |
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cc: lalasticlala |
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Are you still feeling the improvement for summer? Or has it disappeared? |
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Are they not speaking Hausa? Yet people on this very site will still write all Northerners off as BH supporters. I tire. Kudos to our military. 7 Likes |
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In literally all established democracies, parties represent ideologies that their members try to bring intro governance. In the U.S, for example, Democrats are (generally) liberals who lean towards socialism whereas Republicans are conservatives leaning towards strict applications of capitalist theory, small government and private enterprise. Even in India, the ruling party represents a very strong interpretation of Hindu nationalism. In less-developed democracies, such as in Iraq, parties may represent ethnic realities (in that context, a Sunni-Shia divide). In Nigeria, we can be thankful that our largest parties (APC, PDP) have escaped that ethnic phase (think of the PDP political monopoly throughout the country for the last 16 years, or the sudden rise of the APC throughout the North and West in a manner that unlikely to split along ethnic lines). This being the case, what exactly do our parties represent? What are their ideologies? Wikipedia generally describes the PDP as a right-leaning org and the APC as a left-leaning one, but what evidence is there for this? Lagos state, an AC/APC state for longest has some of the most neoliberal/capitalist administrations around. What then, ideologically, separates the two parties? |
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MosakuAW: Why are you lying? The man's well-known father was Muslim. His sister is also Muslim. His wife and kids are also Muslim. Why must you lie? I don't like the man at all but come on like why the lie? |
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olillywales: Just read the thing! |
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I haven't posted anything on this forum in literal years, but I'm coming back to point things out here. Please READ the High Commisioner's comments in that article. The title of this thread is misleading. The High Commisioner clearly states that the army cannot defeat BH "on its own" and points out that cooperation between the FG and NE states is necessary as well. He also makes a third point that special attention must be paid to the economic realities in that region to really bring an end to the BH crisis. This is the same thing that literally everyone who's deeply researched the crisis knows and understands, and is reflected in the fact that the NE has the second highest region-wide poverty rate in the country (after the NW, refer to that post that was circulating on here a while ago). Add to that, the Commisioner als says that we have a higher chance of defeating BH now than before the election (it's literally in the article! Like literally just READ it instead of walking away with the post title. I'm not making this up please oh just read am comot). Cc: lalasticlala , Ishilove. PLEASE change this thread's title to accurately reflect what the Commisioner was trying to say. He wasn't saying that we are losing the fight, just that we need to approach this from SEVERAL angles. Which is even what Buhari was saying. I am not making this up. Read the original/initial post and UNDERSTAND this please. Kai I tire for NL sef. See you in another couple of years. 1 Like |
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There is no such thing as a bad religion. It all comes down to whether or not a religion's followers actually live by that religion. That said, many, and not most, Muslims today are really messed up in their understanding of Islam. How can we Muslims expect non-muslims to understand us when some of our own do not understand what they are doing? All we can do is hope, I guess. To those non-muslims who understand that Islam is a peaceful religion, thank you. |
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Whatever happened to it? |
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I made an OpenSUSE-based Operating System last summer. It is pretty good. Works well enough for most computers, haha. |
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So I take it that privatization has fallen apart even before it really started. Wow. |
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Nigerians voted for this man in what was the 'freest and fairest' election in Nigeria since its return to democratic rule. Isn't this what we wanted? |
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I'm less interested in what Boko Haram will do with this, as there is a silent revolution going on up North where people are forsaking the half-truths Imams sometimes feed the people and are beginning to learn Arabic to understand the true meaning of the Qur'an for themselves. I'll be surprised if Boko Haram is still around by the time my generation are adults. The people who I hope read this are those on Nairaland who so frequently insult Islam. Those people call islam a ton of names without even trying to go and find out for themselves the religion's true message. I want those people to read this and to understand that the Islam terrorists believe in is anything but the Islam that we Muslims believe God gave us and our Prophet, Muhammad, PBUH, started the spread of. I don't want to convert anyone, simply because religion is an entirely personal thing, but I just want that hostility towards Islam and towards Muslims to lessen. It's really uncalled for and is equally hurtful. |
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I've got a couple up here. http://www.youtube.com/user/MzamAudio |
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Ermmmm This is the man's second term And he has said himself that he cannot contest come 2015 :S |
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These suckaz thinking they can get to dissing the boy I don't need to get angry, why should I get pissed? I destroy All of the nonsense you come up with you on some dumb ish aren't ya? I be the real money maker you and your crew just be scavengers Be careful, watch your back before I come and straight savage ya truthfully, I think myself quite hazardous Because when I get to spitting I'm straight up gruesome Killing these so-called Supermen, I'm Lex Luther I'm double-liked on Youtube, use two thumbs Nothing like the average rapper, they get close to-none But these boys are just too dumb To understand anything I say, why am I even talking to them? I straight up influence the truants whose movements Cause your imminent failure call me eminem, listen who wants To ever hear your broke body rap I get money like a female deer, did you understand that? No need for explanation, you wreck the grounds, I wreck the nation And strap you to a bomb to set off you and everybody who's affiliated |
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You say your stuck inside you're body, shooting the movie of life/ Shooting a movie, you're a n00b, please get to moving before I introduce you to might *no offense* |
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And they voted the governor in again. This cholera is simply result of the lack of hygeine that much of Abia state suffers from. The state either needs its people to begin to take responsibility into their own hands or to get their governor out of office. |
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Why did the gov't allow them to travel in the first place? |
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1-An endless supply of food 2-An endless supply of fresh water 3-A boat that runs on salt water 4-A plane that runs on salt water |
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The PDP and other parties are beginning to see the ACN as a real threat. |
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Forget this nonsense. The IMF's practically telling us to go and burn down our refineries because they are making gas as cheap as it is. We should build more refineries, no doubt, but the government should stop spending on that good for nothing subsidy that only serves to further debt and to limit the amount we can spend on power, infrastructure, education and health. |
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I'm not sure if its fair to begin to comment on this as of the time being. We all know that our Excess Crude Account has been depleted quite significantly, and I spent some time out reading the report's sections on Nigeria and found that the depletion of the account is, really, the main reason for Nigeria's drop. Goodluck and Aganga have set up a sovereign wealth fund that is being regulated with far more strictness than the ECA was, and, as such, it is very possible, with the current price of oil, that the money we have stored in the SWF might end up exceeding that which we had in the ECA. it was still recklessness that caused us to lose what we had, though. |
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So this is a story I wrote for an English class a bit earlier into this year or in late 2010. It is, arguably, amongst my best pieces of work. Ever Food covered the table's surface, lights reflecting off the creamy, yellow soups and the honey-glazed carrots that lay close to the table's top left corner. The meats dominated the table's entire right side, with dishes of fish, beef and chicken warming the air with their heavy spices. There sat, in the middle of the table, a cake that dwarfed everything around it. It shone like a sun in the room, lights bouncing off the many pieces of candy that made up a large part of the surface of each of its seven layers. The topmost and smallest layer was made to resemble a miniature dance hall, a dark chocolate roof suspended over white chocolate tiles by spiraling pillars of milk chocolate, around which a plastic couple danced to a Spanish serenade. She longed to be up there, dancing on the slippery white tiles, soiling her white dress with sticky brown stains and jumping into his arms to whip her long blonde hair into the ebony ceiling above her. She sighed, her elbows drooping to reveal the pearl necklace that drooped down into her white gown. She dragged her feet along the surface of the wedding hall's tiled floors, moving her shoe’s heel through the grouts that separated the tiles. She laughed to herself thinking about the sheer irony of the fact that what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned out to be a failure, a humiliation and a complete and total sham. How had she, a person described as being 'beautiful', 'kind', 'loving' and 'helpful' could be so betrayed, so hurt by somebody who she trusted so much. She stood up and made her way slowly towards the table. She looked at the food, untouched, unloved. She grabbed a chicken wing and bit into it, sinking her teeth into its warm, spicy flesh, and as she did so, warm memories began to gush into her mind. Vivid images of Christmases by her parents’ fireplace, scholastic and athletic successes, and a very complex love life seemed to form themselves right in front of her, and then came the most vivid image of them all. Him. He stood in front of her, in a tuxedo, the color of which complemented his jet-black hair. He smiled at her, his dimples deepening as he grinned, snow-white teeth glimmering in the sunlight that flooded the room through its many rectangular windows. He turned his head towards her, and looked into her eyes before stretching his arm towards her. She lunged for the outstretched limb practically jumping across five rows of tiling in an attempt to grab onto him with the intention of never letting go. She dropped onto the arm, using her torso to put it in an enclosure of sorts, to make sure it stayed there, but her attempts proved futile, as all her hands could grab was her silky white gown. She collapsed, her knees buckling under newfound weight in her upper body, making her slide onto the cold, white floor. She began to cry, her eyes squinting as floods of salty water streamed out of them, drawing sludgy mascara onto powdered cheeks and lips coated in thick red lipstick. She slammed her fists against the cold, white tiles as if she wanted to break them and fall into the earth, where mud, dust and dirt would pile all over her and she would rest of eternity. She was scared, scared of an unknown future, a happy past and a terrible present. She wanted to disappear. She raised her head, her sights rested on the cake. Ideas began to formulate in her muddled mind, images becoming clearer by the heartbeat. The cake, the most beautiful and perfect thing in the room seemed similar, with dimpled white icing. She saw him in the cake. She wrapped her hands around him and squeezed tightly, as if she was scared that he would slip through them and escape. ‘It’s been so long’, she whispered, ‘I thought you’d…you’d forgotten me’. His silence shocked her.’ Why isn’t he responding?’, she thought to herself. She could not understand the indifference, the sheer lack of care that he responded to her emotion with. She took a step back, and took a good look at him. He looked disheveled, broken and angry, staring at her as if she was a stranger. Her heart pounded. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ she thought, ‘What could make him act this way?’ ‘I love you!’ she said, and her affection was responded to with complete and total indifference. Rage began to build up inside her. How could somebody that she had loved so much treat her with so much disrespect? Her hands began to form fists and she bore her spice-stained teeth in anger before charging towards him. She destroyed him, her hands ripping him apart, slicing and dicing him down into small mounds before kicking them off in different directions. She annihilated him, pounding him with her fists and biting into him in her attempt to make him disappear. ‘How dare you ignore me’, she screamed, ‘How dare you take my love and give me nothing in return!’ ‘You’re a beast, a villain and a thief, and I….I……I don’t love you anymore!’ She moved backwards to look at him. He was silent, split into a million pieces that drifted along in the air or slid cross the vast white tiled surface of the floor. She relished the sight, savoring the feeling of peace, of successful retribution that overcame her as she looked at what she had done. Then a feeling of regret swept over her. She had killed. She had extinguished the life of somebody she loved, somebody who loved her. She was on the verge of both a mental and physical breakdown. She began to cry, but held back her tears. ‘The worst is over’, she said to herself, ‘All I have to do now is run, run and never come back’. So she ripped off her white high heels and ran, ran out of the wedding hall and out into the distance, leaving the cake on the ground in the middle of the hall. |
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Please check out my blog if you read this; the URL's in that bar thingy down below ![]() I wrote this for an English assignment I had earlier into this year or in late 2010. Its arguably amongst the best pieces of written work I have ever produced. Food covered the table's surface, lights reflecting off the creamy, yellow soups and the honey-glazed carrots that lay close to the table's top left corner. The meats dominated the table's entire right side, with dishes of fish, beef and chicken warming the air with their heavy spices. There sat, in the middle of the table, a cake that dwarfed everything around it. It shone like a sun in the room, lights bouncing off the many pieces of candy that made up a large part of the surface of each of its seven layers. The topmost and smallest layer was made to resemble a miniature dance hall, a dark chocolate roof suspended over white chocolate tiles by spiraling pillars of milk chocolate, around which a plastic couple danced to a Spanish serenade. She longed to be up there, dancing on the slippery white tiles, soiling her white dress with sticky brown stains and jumping into his arms to whip her long blonde hair into the ebony ceiling above her. She sighed, her elbows drooping to reveal the pearl necklace that drooped down into her white gown. She dragged her feet along the surface of the wedding hall's tiled floors, moving her shoe’s heel through the grouts that separated the tiles. She laughed to herself thinking about the sheer irony of the fact that what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned out to be a failure, a humiliation and a complete and total sham. How had she, a person described as being 'beautiful', 'kind', 'loving' and 'helpful' could be so betrayed, so hurt by somebody who she trusted so much. She stood up and made her way slowly towards the table. She looked at the food, untouched, unloved. She grabbed a chicken wing and bit into it, sinking her teeth into its warm, spicy flesh, and as she did so, warm memories began to gush into her mind. Vivid images of Christmases by her parents’ fireplace, scholastic and athletic successes, and a very complex love life seemed to form themselves right in front of her, and then came the most vivid image of them all. Him. He stood in front of her, in a tuxedo, the color of which complemented his jet-black hair. He smiled at her, his dimples deepening as he grinned, snow-white teeth glimmering in the sunlight that flooded the room through its many rectangular windows. He turned his head towards her, and looked into her eyes before stretching his arm towards her. She lunged for the outstretched limb practically jumping across five rows of tiling in an attempt to grab onto him with the intention of never letting go. She dropped onto the arm, using her torso to put it in an enclosure of sorts, to make sure it stayed there, but her attempts proved futile, as all her hands could grab was her silky white gown. She collapsed, her knees buckling under newfound weight in her upper body, making her slide onto the cold, white floor. She began to cry, her eyes squinting as floods of salty water streamed out of them, drawing sludgy mascara onto powdered cheeks and lips coated in thick red lipstick. She slammed her fists against the cold, white tiles as if she wanted to break them and fall into the earth, where mud, dust and dirt would pile all over her and she would rest of eternity. She was scared, scared of an unknown future, a happy past and a terrible present. She wanted to disappear. She raised her head, her sights rested on the cake. Ideas began to formulate in her muddled mind, images becoming clearer by the heartbeat. The cake, the most beautiful and perfect thing in the room seemed similar, with dimpled white icing. She saw him in the cake. She wrapped her hands around him and squeezed tightly, as if she was scared that he would slip through them and escape. ‘It’s been so long’, she whispered, ‘I thought you’d…you’d forgotten me’. His silence shocked her.’ Why isn’t he responding?’, she thought to herself. She could not understand the indifference, the sheer lack of care that he responded to her emotion with. She took a step back, and took a good look at him. He looked disheveled, broken and angry, staring at her as if she was a stranger. Her heart pounded. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ she thought, ‘What could make him act this way?’ ‘I love you!’ she said, and her affection was responded to with complete and total indifference. Rage began to build up inside her. How could somebody that she had loved so much treat her with so much disrespect? Her hands began to form fists and she bore her spice-stained teeth in anger before charging towards him. She destroyed him, her hands ripping him apart, slicing and dicing him down into small mounds before kicking them off in different directions. She annihilated him, pounding him with her fists and biting into him in her attempt to make him disappear. ‘How dare you ignore me’, she screamed, ‘How dare you take my love and give me nothing in return!’ ‘You’re a beast, a villain and a thief, and I….I……I don’t love you anymore!’ She moved backwards to look at him. He was silent, split into a million pieces that drifted along in the air or slid cross the vast white tiled surface of the floor. She relished the sight, savoring the feeling of peace, of successful retribution that overcame her as she looked at what she had done. Then a feeling of regret swept over her. She had killed. She had extinguished the life of somebody she loved, somebody who loved her. She was on the verge of both a mental and physical breakdown. She began to cry, but held back her tears. ‘The worst is over’, she said to herself, ‘All I have to do now is run, run and never come back’. So she ripped off her white high heels and ran, ran out of the wedding hall and out into the distance, leaving the cake on the ground in the middle of the hall. |
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You can't blame the north for this, really. If it loses its political power, it's going to be ripped right out of the union. |
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Boko Haram does not represent Islam in any way, shape or form. Muslims used ot dominate the field of science and all facets of what is now known as 'Western education', or 'Boko', and in many middle eastern countries today, 'Boko' is of extreme importance. In Middle Eastern countries like Jordan, whose royal family claims descent from the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH), large sums of money are spent on enducation and on reforms aimed at further democratizing Jordan. Boko Haram is a completely nonsensical group whose members deserve no amnesty whatsoever. |
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That picture's oooolddddddd. Its been around since about 2005 mehn! |
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