Keneking:


Concussion or concorsion

Concoction

fulaniHERDSman:

Idiiot

Thanks for that response.

REB3L:

Concoction

Concoction sef

op u rili did good cos some people actually live through their lives without even noticing that there are others who a well nourished meal not to talk of 3 square meals a day. this actually made me sober.

God heal our nation. Awesome act OP. If each one of us will help the man next to us, together, we will make a huge impact.

So many people are wasting their lives away in the townships when they could be far better back in their hometowns and villages. If only people could tell themselves the truth, many of them just need to leave those places where they live suffering claiming to be in Lagos, Abuja, etc where they cannot even feed themselves.

EggovinMma:



If there's something that gives me joy in life, it's when I help in in my little way. Givers absolutely never lack.Life is beautiful when we help those around us . Sometimes I always winder what it will be like to have millions in my account, I may not even be happy, There remains a void in my heart when I see people living in abject poverty.

I have a true story to tell.
I happened to meet a young girl if about 12 while in school. I came home from lectures to see her moving around my hostel. I asked why she was there and she told me she needed to see one of my hostel mates who obviously is not around. From the disappointment on her face, I asked her if everything was fine.She narrated to me a story about how hungry her family was, and the fact that her mom sent her out to borrow money from my mate. I asked her to take me to her mother. It was an uncompleted building and I didn't know how somebody can live in that kind of place with grasses everywhere. I feared for snake bites as I approached the mother.I gave her quite a fairly good sum and told her not to return it . The way she thanked me sent a deep knife down my spine.I wish she never did, it made it even unbearable because it broke my heart even more As I was living the compound in a haste for fear of snakes, a iron rod dragged my leg,almost ripping off the last toe on my left feet.This woman and her daughter didn't know what to do, at some point, I noticed they were begin to feel bad, I had to hide the deep pains I was feeling. The blood trailed me back to the hostel. It was a deep wound and so I had to visit the hospital to take injections and dressings of course. For over a month, I limped. But I have no regrets. When i look at the scar on my last toe, I remember that sometimes we may get in trouble for trying to help somebody, but we must also remember that it's pays to have a beautiful mind, it soothes the soul.

"Slow Dance More"

Grady johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family

Left to it's own device may becomes june
But children grow up all too soon

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Mama johnson was grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify

Some folks have and some have not
What really counts is what you do with what you've got

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

And more I think I understan
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Kenny Rogers

Babe, I gbadun u wella. God bless you

Just show a little kindness where possible. All is not well with our society. Almost everything is upside down.

while i ws in a traffic dis hawker sellng sweets nd mint approachd me to buy sumthng frm him nd i wsnt in need of sweet so i culdnt buy. D guy strtd tellng me he hsnt sold anythng since mrning nd d time ws arnd 3pm. I gave him n200 nd i culd see d joy in his eyes...d guy poured blessings on me. d world no easy, imagine children sellng pure water frm mrnin til nite under hot sun wts d profit ?

Keneking:


Concoction sef

See your life? You dey correct person and you sef no sabi spell am

With all these happening, someone would decide to embezzel money meant for public welfare, and stash it in so many accounts outside d country, and wickedly buy so many structures they can't live in...so painful..if we are serious abt corruption all our politicians convicted of one crime of the other should pay dearly and serve time due to them.

Isaacmacdon:
Hmm

Same experience I had, a lady approached me too to help her with anything because she can't even find a job after graduation and she was just recuperating from an Okada accident. I had to send her some money. When she received the alert, if you see the way she was thanking me as if something special happened. Even telling her friends to call and thank me. This is to tell you how people are suffering. God help our nation.

EggovinMma:



If there's something that gives me joy in life, it's when I help in in my little way. Givers absolutely never lack.Life is beautiful when we help those around us . Sometimes I always winder what it will be like to have millions in my account, I may not even be happy, There remains a void in my heart when I see people living in abject poverty.

I have a true story to tell.
I happened to meet a young girl if about 12 while in school. I came home from lectures to see her moving around my hostel. I asked why she was there and she told me she needed to see one of my hostel mates who obviously is not around. From the disappointment on her face, I asked her if everything was fine.She narrated to me a story about how hungry her family was, and the fact that her mom sent her out to borrow money from my mate. I asked her to take me to her mother. It was an uncompleted building and I didn't know how somebody can live in that kind of place with grasses everywhere. I feared for snake bites as I approached the mother.I gave her quite a fairly good sum and told her not to return it . The way she thanked me sent a deep knife down my spine.I wish she never did, it made it even unbearable because it broke my heart even more As I was living the compound in a haste for fear of snakes, a iron rod dragged my leg,almost ripping off the last toe on my left feet.This woman and her daughter didn't know what to do, at some point, I noticed they were begin to feel bad, I had to hide the deep pains I was feeling. The blood trailed me back to the hostel. It was a deep wound and so I had to visit the hospital to take injections and dressings of course. For over a month, I limped. But I have no regrets. When i look at the scar on my last toe, I remember that sometimes we may get in trouble for trying to help somebody, but we must also remember that it's pays to have a beautiful mind, it soothes the soul.

"Slow Dance More"

Grady johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family

Left to it's own device may becomes june
But children grow up all too soon

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Mama johnson was grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify

Some folks have and some have not
What really counts is what you do with what you've got

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

And more I think I understan
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Kenny Rogers

I think FCT Nairalanders should come together this Xmas to do something for the less privileged.

God bless you. Your type is rare

EggovinMma:



If there's something that gives me joy in life, it's when I help in in my little way. Givers absolutely never lack.Life is beautiful when we help those around us . Sometimes I always winder what it will be like to have millions in my account, I may not even be happy, There remains a void in my heart when I see people living in abject poverty.

I have a true story to tell.
I happened to meet a young girl if about 12 while in school. I came home from lectures to see her moving around my hostel. I asked why she was there and she told me she needed to see one of my hostel mates who obviously is not around. From the disappointment on her face, I asked her if everything was fine.She narrated to me a story about how hungry her family was, and the fact that her mom sent her out to borrow money from my mate. I asked her to take me to her mother. It was an uncompleted building and I didn't know how somebody can live in that kind of place with grasses everywhere. I feared for snake bites as I approached the mother.I gave her quite a fairly good sum and told her not to return it . The way she thanked me sent a deep knife down my spine.I wish she never did, it made it even unbearable because it broke my heart even more As I was living the compound in a haste for fear of snakes, a iron rod dragged my leg,almost ripping off the last toe on my left feet.This woman and her daughter didn't know what to do, at some point, I noticed they were begin to feel bad, I had to hide the deep pains I was feeling. The blood trailed me back to the hostel. It was a deep wound and so I had to visit the hospital to take injections and dressings of course. For over a month, I limped. But I have no regrets. When i look at the scar on my last toe, I remember that sometimes we may get in trouble for trying to help somebody, but we must also remember that it's pays to have a beautiful mind, it soothes the soul.

"Slow Dance More"

Grady johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family

Left to it's own device may becomes june
But children grow up all too soon

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Mama johnson was grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify

Some folks have and some have not
What really counts is what you do with what you've got

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

And more I think I understan
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Kenny Rogers

I think FCT Nairalanders should come together this Xmas to do something for the less privileged.

Egovi mara mma! Nwa oma ka I bu! Daalu, nne

Mosttimes a small act of kindness can go a long way of not just making the next person happy, but also making you happier.....may GOD continue to strenghten us all to be our 'brothers keeper'

EggovinMma:



If there's something that gives me joy in life, it's when I help in in my little way. Givers absolutely never lack.Life is beautiful when we help those around us . Sometimes I always winder what it will be like to have millions in my account, I may not even be happy, There remains a void in my heart when I see people living in abject poverty.

I have a true story to tell.
I happened to meet a young girl if about 12 while in school. I came home from lectures to see her moving around my hostel. I asked why she was there and she told me she needed to see one of my hostel mates who obviously is not around. From the disappointment on her face, I asked her if everything was fine.She narrated to me a story about how hungry her family was, and the fact that her mom sent her out to borrow money from my mate. I asked her to take me to her mother. It was an uncompleted building and I didn't know how somebody can live in that kind of place with grasses everywhere. I feared for snake bites as I approached the mother.I gave her quite a fairly good sum and told her not to return it . The way she thanked me sent a deep knife down my spine.I wish she never did, it made it even unbearable because it broke my heart even more As I was living the compound in a haste for fear of snakes, a iron rod dragged my leg,almost ripping off the last toe on my left feet.This woman and her daughter didn't know what to do, at some point, I noticed they were begin to feel bad, I had to hide the deep pains I was feeling. The blood trailed me back to the hostel. It was a deep wound and so I had to visit the hospital to take injections and dressings of course. For over a month, I limped. But I have no regrets. When i look at the scar on my last toe, I remember that sometimes we may get in trouble for trying to help somebody, but we must also remember that it's pays to have a beautiful mind, it soothes the soul.

"Slow Dance More"

Grady johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family

Left to it's own device may becomes june
But children grow up all too soon

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Mama johnson was grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify

Some folks have and some have not
What really counts is what you do with what you've got

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

And more I think I understan
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand

So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Buy low sell high and slow dance more

Kenny Rogers

Lovely comment there.

All what they know is shopright, shopleft, and shopcenter. The amazing thing is that most of what shop has no much difference from the local shops. Even those clamoring for change, go to their houses, they import almost everything in their homes. So who is fooling who.

Keneking:


Concussion or concorsion

Professor, can you please check the meaning of concussion and stop exposing your ignorance to the world.

op

that is why I get angry with all these partisans claiming to have power and those that don't want to surrender in defeat. elections have come and gone, the system needs to move forward, our economy is crumbling and people are not concerned about their future, all they care about is who sit there to steal and go away without probe, people are so stuwpid that I begin to wonder if they have a life or function with renewable energy from solar or alternative supply.

we have a country with too many natural resources and we can't even manage 25% of it and we are crying for the government to do something. we have ourselves to blame for all that is happening to us. politicians stole 13 billion pounds, 6 billion dollars and we are okay with the fact that the person or persons like this are living amongst us and we chose to suffer and smile or even go further to celebrate them as successful people. we need to rise above indiscipline that's all I can say, we need a revolution to put a stop to these menace troubling our existence as blessed people. so painful.

bettercreature:
Nigeria is not a place you can just buy things and give the needy or homeless people anyhow
It wont be long before they accuse you of using their fortune for money ritual
Not that most people are not ready to help the needy but Nigeria is complicated
Imagine giving out 50naira to the homeless man under the bridge but he later went ahead to sell your 50naira at the rate of 1000naira to those who need it for money ritual to use your fortune
This is one of the reasons i dont help expecially homeless Yorubas
i prefer to help hausas or funlanis

you made sense until your conclusion.

Sijo01:
She feed her son with soft drinks and biscuit for 3day! Can't that money cook concorsion rice?

she might have those things in her shop. she won't be stupid enough to buy biscuits/softs for 3days if she had the money.

That why Nigeria is a Zoo, suffering and smiling while the politicians continue embezzle the money , Biafra is a sure way to free its people from abject poverty, mental slavery and suffering. Biafra the Japan of Africa where everybody is somebody.

EggovinMma:



If there's something that gives me joy in life, it's when I help in in my little way. Givers absolutely never lack.Life is beautiful when we help those around us . Sometimes I always winder what it will be like to have millions in my account, I may not even be happy, There remains a void in my heart when I see people living in abject poverty.

I have a true story to tell.
I happened to meet a young girl if about 12 while in school. I came home from lectures to see her moving around my hostel. I asked why she was there and she told me she needed to see one of my hostel mates who obviously is not around. From the disappointment on her face, I asked her if everything was fine.She narrated to me a story about how hungry her family was, and the fact that her mom sent her out to borrow money from my mate. I asked her to take me to her mother. It was an uncompleted building and I didn't know how somebody can live in that kind of place with grasses everywhere. I feared for snake bites as I approached the mother.I gave her quite a fairly good sum and told her not to return it . The way she thanked me sent a deep knife down my spine.I wish she never did.

i thought it is only me dat feels like dat o. I feel sad whenever i help a fellow out n s/he thank me more dan once. The worst case is if we get to meet the nxt day n u still keep on thanking me, such fellow as given me the enuf reason to start avoiding him/her till it is stopped. There is dis bitter taste i av when am overwhelmed with gratitude, am nt God 4 fu*k sake. I hope Nigeria get better 4 all

Keneking:

Concussion or concorsion

It's 'concoction'...Concussion refers to the confusion that follows when there is a blow to the head.

Sijo01:
She feed her son with soft drinks and biscuit for 3day! Can't that money cook concorsion rice?

She fed her son from her shop's stock. Remember, she hadn't sold in 3 days

coogar:




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Bro, you can see what our universities churn out.
Lol.

This is an interesting topic.

The example shows that where there is suffering, there is also relief. The woman and her boy experienced more pleasure and joy in eating the rice than most of us who can afford three fancy meals a day when they sit down to eat them.

Sijo01:
She feed her son with soft drinks and biscuit for 3day! Can't that money cook concorsion rice?

she probably sells those so she would just take from her stock and give the child

My own little story..i went with my guys to buy some stuffs for our project in the market.. i was hungry,so i bought biscuit and fanta dey shark,one little girl ran and held me by my pants,i was just wandering why she held me,when my friends told me its cos of what i was holding.initially i didnt want to give it away cos i was hungry&i never chop for that morning and i didnt hav anything on me except my tfare,but when i saw hunger and hope on the little kids eyes,i had to think 2wice.
Its so disheartening reading online of youths of this country thinking 5k is nothing..just cos you can afford it with ease&you come from a comfortable family doesnt mean others can.people who sell gala at motor parks only make N300 per carton upon the competition..We should all change our mindsets on the way we view our society..some of us may not need the 5K,but millions of Nigerians need it..if you doubt it,go to parks and markets and see things for yourself
Bottom line:people are suffering in this country..just cos you think you hav it all doesnt mean its going well for others..Lets all try as much as possible to help others in need

Biscuit and drinks? Have you seen people who can't afford pure water? Or even malaria drug of 200 to save their life? Suffering pass suffering o!

I work in a multinational company as an engineer and when I give out money 'indiscriminately' (as some fellow engineers) call it to our contract staff, my mind goes back to those days when my I would go for days without food and even when reprieve comes our way, its in form of garri we children would share equally using spoons to measure because it wouldn't be enough to satisfy our hunger. Thank God I had a mum who wouldn't give up and did everything to send her children to school...all four children are rich now. I try to buy my stuffs from indigent shops and never price unnecessarily cos I know the lil extra wouldnt mean much to me but would make a family sleep better.

may God help us all............

Sijo01:
She feed her son with soft drinks and biscuit for 3day! Can't that money cook concorsion rice?

She's probably feeding him from her stock in the kiosk