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That's what happens when we have a negligence as government.

Life our Nigerians matters not

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I love this write you to an extent except that aspect of emphasy laid on a tribe-northerners. What about others, who are still Nigerians? Arent their life also important too?

We await the arrival of them all hale and hearty!

You're very much welcome!

The one I love from your skill is that making noise. I never knew that's a skill too oooo

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Life must be a war for you to have learned all those fantastic skill. Kiloode?

In my opinion, she might be putting you through a test. You can only pass the test if you're yourself.
Visit her and try to sort things out with her.
In relationship, you need to define some dos and don't earlier. This will be a guarding manual to the relationship.
Best of luck!

I didn't see anything bad in AY's write up to warrant that comment from Rude boy.
Even Tuface response isn't supposed to be that nasty or are they trying to make their self trending?

Some people are just inconsistent!

So sad the man had to be killed just like that. We are walking amidst plenty unknown enemies. May Almighty God protect us in all facet of life!

@dogged fighter
All your suggestion can make the guy to be eternal slave to quick ejaculation. You're asking him if he knows how to play with nipples...and more. All the factors you stated will make the young man cum faster.
Baba, eat a lots of � and unripe banana. *Make sure you don't also fantasize the sensation the intercourse will give you prior to that.
* Eat bitter kola always
* Eat enough date and Tigernut
*Don't fast and make sure you're in charge.
Lastly,reduce stress to barest minimum.

It is dangerous for your health to drink water while standing
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A Young Lady Said She's Ready to Marry The Only Son of Femi Otedola.
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She said she doesn't mind the stuff in that frame of mind as she can partake in all the extravagance from the family and bear that title," daughter-in-law of Femi Otedola".
The post had caused a bunches of blend responses in the social media as certain individuals remarked for while we have some that upheld her valiantly move.
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DID YOU KNOW THESE THINGS HAD NAMES

1. The space between your eyebrows is called a glabella.
2. The way it smells after the rain is called petrichor.
3. The plastic or metallic coating at the end of your shoelaces is called an aglet.
4. The rumbling of the stomach is actually called a wamble.
5. The cry of a newborn baby is called a vagitus.
6. The prongs on a fork are called tines.
7. The sheen or light that you see when you close your eyes and press your hands on them is called phosphenes.
8. The tiny plastic table placed in the middle of a pizza box is called a box tent.
9. The day after tomorrow is called overmorrow.
10. Your tiny toe or finger is called minimus.
11. The wired cage that holds the cork in a bottle of champagne is called an agraffe.
12. The 'na na na' and 'la la la', which don't really have any meaning in the lyrics of any song, are called vocables.
13. When you combine an exclamation mark with a question mark (like this ?!), it is referred to as an interrobang.
14. The space between your nostrils is called columella nasi.
15. The armhole in clothes, where the sleeves are sewn, is called armscye.
16. The condition of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning is called dysania.
17. Illegible handwriting is called griffonage.
18. The dot over an "i" or a "j" is called tittle.
19. That utterly sick feeling you get after eating or drinking too much is called crapulence.
20. The metallic device used to measure your feet at the shoe store is called Bannock device.

How many of the above did you already know?

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THIS STORY IS FOR THE PARENTS AND SCHOOL MANAGERS.

*TOO LATE*

Author Unknown

Good evening dear school managers,
I saw this and believe everyone of us can learn a thing or two from it. Please kindly read patiently, also pass to all your staff.

The teaching and non-teaching staff of Eclipse Valley Academy, were summoned for an emergency meeting with the principal during the lunch break. The members of staff sat in twos in the assembly hall, discussing in low tones, as they waited for the principal to arrive for the meeting.

It was not long before the principal, Mrs. Julian Igbanke joined the staff in the hall. Every one among the staff knows that Mrs. Igbanke is a good story teller. She can keep her audience spellbound with her stories, especially when she wants to get them to agree with her on something. Mummy J, as she is popularly called, can make a story out of any, and everything.

But there was something about her story this afternoon. It lacked the usual enthusiasm and boisterous energy with which she told her stories to capture the attention of her listeners. There was a kind of sobriety in her tone and body language as she carefully picked her words before her subordinates.

Another thing her listeners quickly observed was that before she started telling the story she got herself seated, picked up a handkerchief from her bag, as if she was preparing to break an unpalatable news to them.

When she was sure that all eyes were on her and that she had got the attention of everyone, she slowly proceeded with her story thus:

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I guess most of you know why I called for this meeting? But in case you do not know, I will tell you now. It is with heavy heart I want to confirm to you that the news that filtered in when we came to school this morning has been verified and found to be true.

There were rumours this morning that we lost one of our students yesterday evening. Well, I want to tell you that it is no longer rumour; it is now truth. It has been verified. I went to their house this morning and saw things for myself; and the truth is that Abigail, the assistant head girl, died yesterday at night. So, if you saw her yesterday evening, as I did, when we had a meeting with all the prefects, that was the last time you would see her alive”.

There were groaning, weeping, bitter cries, etc., among the staff. Both men and women broke down in tears. By the way, some were already crying even before the principal made the announcement. Abigail was such a nice girl that all who knew her could not hold back their tears.

But what really happened to Abigail?

The principal continued her story…

“From what I gathered when I went to their home this morning, Abigail committed suicide inside her room last night. The mum went to her room after their morning prayer to find out why she did not come out for the usual family prayers and found her stone dead!”

At this juncture the principal could not hold it further and had to make use of the handkerchief in her hands as she buried her face on the table. More weeping, sighing, sobbing… among the staff.

After what seemed like forever, the principal continued her story…

“Abigail dropped a letter for her mum on the floor, or she was probably holding it in her hands when death overpowered her. In the letter she appreciated her mum for all she did to take care of her and her younger brother since their father died five years ago.

She acknowledged that her mum really worked hard to make sure that she and her brother were enrolled in the best school around, and that they lacked nothing, which could make them feel the absence of their dad”.

“Why then did she take her life?” Someone asked.

In answer to that question, the principal said…

“That is why I called everyone of you here. We all failed Abigail! (at this juncture she stood up). After appreciating her mum, Abigail went ahead to explain the reasons why she decided to end it all. I may not go into all the detail but the summary is that the girl has been battling with low self-esteem and prejudice since the day she was made a prefect till yesterday when she could not bear it any longer.

I learnt that one of you here went and told Abigail’s mum that she was supposed to be the head girl but Nneoma was chosen instead because, she (Nneoma) smiles a lot while Abigail has a stony face.

And the mother believed that devilish self-sent messenger. I am going to deploy everything available to me to make sure I fish him or her out. Abigail’s mum never allowed a day to pass without taunting the poor girl about her failure to become the head girl. So each time she came to school and saw Nneoma she was filled with resentment, then she would go home to meet her mum who would jeeringly ask her, ‘how is that cheerful girl, Nneoma? I love her jare! If you like keep tightening your face!’

According to the nanny who talked with me, when Abigail got home yesterday, her mum asked the usual question about Nneoma and she simply said, ‘mum why don’t you ever tell me that you love me? Am I not a human being?’

And instead of the woman to retrace her steps she started calling the poor girl unprintable names and reminding her how she has been working like a jackal to give her the best possible, yet all she could do was to play the second fiddle.

She went to bed without eating. And as fate would have it, the nanny bought a bottle of Sniper two days ago, which she kept very close to the washing machine. Nobody knew when Abigail got up in the night and took the bottle and emptied the content into her mouth.

She ended the note she dropped for her mum with, ‘mum I love you and I have always told you so, even though I can’t really say whether you love me or not. You can transfer all your love to your cheerful Nneoma, but please do not abandon my little brother the way you abandoned me.’

As at that morning when we were there, she kept shouting, ‘Abigail, I love you! Abigail, look at me nah, I said I love you! I love you Abigail…’ I suppose that by now they might have taken her mother to a doctor because it seemed she had lost her senses

Mhnnn! What a loss! I couldn’t keep this to myself, and that is why I had to call all of you to relay it. I also want to use this to remind us that we are not here just to teach them arts or sciences; we are supposed to attend to the emotional needs of these children! How come none of us even noticed that that girl was hurting?

And the mother is now confessing her love to a dead body. Let me tell you, the words I LOVE YOU are golden to every growing person. May you not utter those golden words to a ghost as Abigail’s mother is doing right now!”

The principal ended her story thus and other things followed, which I would not bother my readers with.

I want to ask every parent or teacher reading this piece, do you know that those three words are golden to every child? Are you using them wisely now or are you waiting to use them for a ghost?

I pray that you will not tell your son or daughter that you love them when it is already too late.

We can talk about any issue you have with your child; no child is irredeemable if you know what to do and what to say.

Let’s talk about it NOW!

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*My husband last longer in bed than my boyfriends but he had never satisfied me sexually* *I don't want to cheat on him and I need sexual satisfaction*

Some years back when I was working in an estate agent office, a woman with 2 years old baby whose shop was adjacent to ours approached me and said, " You seem to be very calm, secretive and wise, can I share my pain with you?" I quickly dropped my book and said," please go ahead".

She said without any introduction,*"My husband last longer in bed than my boyfriends but he had never satisfied me* *I don't want to cheat on him and I need sexual satisfaction*. I asked curiously,"do your man engage you in pre-intimacy before sex? She said yes! Do you reciprocate? She said yes! Do you feel anything during the pre-intimacy? She said No!

Initially, she showed it that she's not enjoying it but when she observed the man wanted to be observing. She started faking it. Then I asked; How did your ex do it that you enjoyed it. She said once they roll their hand gently at the line that divides her back, she got in mood. What about your husband? She said, my husband only suck my br...,kiss me,touch my thigh and my hair. He even do kiss my neck and earlobe. Ok, why didn't you tell your husband what to do? She replied," I want him to discover it by himself. That way, I will be happy.I told her, you might not enjoy your marriage till you turn old. Go and tell him the part that turn you on and let's see if it will work or not.

The following day, she brought a Malt and said thank you! What I experienced yesternight is as if I had never had sex before since I was born.Even, my husband was happy and this morning before he went to work,she giggled with joy, we had it again.

Lesson; stop saying your partner should have known what you want. If he/she didn't know, say it! You'll safe your relationship better than losing it while waiting for them to detect it. Thank you and I hope you learn something from this true life story!