omokab:
Mine is Glo free midnight call. What inspired me that time Was that my girl will be praying when o called her and this make me to marry her.

.
EYeah wish you happy marriage life

omokab:
Mine is Glo free midnight call. What inspired me that time Was that my girl will be praying when o called her and this make me to marry her.

. EYeah wish happy marriage life

Did you still remember MTN midnight calls,12:30am to 4:30am,Did he or she marry you or I should mind my business?

This blog is crazy do u confirm he owns the car's, what as he got to do with is brother case

Mine statted around 2012 a told my senior brother I wanted to buy car we both went to cotonu, unfortunately the port is closed due to holiday ,so he asked me do u trust me? I said yes, I drop the money with him 450k and went home he called me the 3rd day that he has bought the car, he asked me to sent him money to change oil filter, buy oil and the car inner roofing cardboard is damage he need to change it I sent him money after abt 2month I never see car or see my brother each time I called he gives me excuse that I should send money to do 1 or 2 thing but I was filled up and I went there by myself only to see the yeye car he went to buy depor car at cotonu the abadone car by their govt the engine is smoking and it accidental car. The buth is dent I drove the car to ajah and I spent 150k on the car on the day I carry the car home police hold me and asked for the car paper which I can't provide I called him on phone, and he's a police officer he just hang the phone on me but everyday the car gives me problem like shaft or caburator, tire all sort of problem so I gave the car out at 350k the person pay me 75k to balance me later till today I never see money or the the car again and all the money he collected from me is 600k

Another one I start giving cars to people on installmental and I have a guy which I trusted him so much I but him incharge of the business he bring people come and collected car so I notice he's giving me hard time I called him I wanted to see all the driver driving the car I swear he don sell all my car finish infact here are some documents he sign and I just look at him and I don't report home to police

Y don't u show us the account name and the account number Abba kayri sent ramon since u can provide and convert the audio statement then I believe u should show us the account details, and mind u all I never say it not true police will always be police with there attitude

TarOrfeeek:


Edo woman.




Mama we all know as e dey go.

But let me wish you a happy birthday first.

No be me you go use renew your yearly subscription. IJMN

U dey mad ooooooo, I swear I don laugh tire

xpressionx:
I bought Egg role and discovered the egg inside was replaced with garden egg.

. Another banger

You get it right financially issue

I went to alaba international market to buy PlayStation 1 then, so I price and it was cost I left there and I decided to check around, I saw where they sell phone's fair used I branch and price, I bought the phone and the guy said I needed to buy charger so he hand over the phone to another guy to help me check the charger unknown to me the phone is simless phone I bought the charger only for me to check if it work I found out it simless I ran to the place the guy is no where to be found i move but I was asked to add more money to change the phone I gave them, I was given another phone open and close but on getting home I put sim only for me to see the phone has screen problem I swear I break the phone phone.

Another one I and my best friend azeez Adekanmbi Azeez went to alaba market to buy television again around 2013 the guy call us and we price TV 42 inch's but the price is somehow cost to us so we move out and one guy told us he knew where dey sell the TV in very cheap price and on getting there we bought the TV for 40k no testing, on our way to where to test the TV the guy who lead us there said we should pay him service charge and we should bring money to buy remote,we gave him the money and the guy ran away with the money but on getting to where to test the TV we found out the TV screen is not working the guy said is IC that as fault I pay 3k or 4k to fix only to found out again the screen is cracked I asked again how much the guy said it will cost 80k to fixed the screen I asked him to couple the TV back I return to where we bought the tv I can't find the guy we bought the TV from and one man intervene and we add another money, we were shown how to buy no testing TV next time by standing left or right u look the TV but u standing in front looking the TV u wouldn't see maybe it break or not so I had him another money, the tv they gave us dis time screen is plastic but it has nylon on it and but one side is pile off the guy said we should used super glue to gum it we left and only to find out that no remedy to TV I just when we get home

What's was ur biggest waste of money you ever experienced

If u like understand if u no like don't understand na u know

I want to travel out of Nigeria to Kenya and I need advice on how to, and I don't know maybe anybody with road experience because I wish to make used of road

If ur story is true then you can track her mobile line with just 15k and u know where she is from there u can take the case up

If ur story is true then I can track her mobile line with just 15k and u know where she is from there u can take the case up

By Popular Demand, Alhaji is Back! ���

.....When I first met Alhaji in Brixton, in 1989, awon boys used to hail him as "Alhaji Tony!"

I noticed that he would always squirm in embarrassment.

I knew something ain't right, but he was older than me, so I noh dey hail am like so; I jus call him Alhaji.

Then one day, I asked my friend, Power, why dem dey hail am "Alhaji Tony!" and he gave me the whole gist.

This is the gist :

...... In the late '80's, Alhaji was a renown and big-time credit card fraudster in South London.

But not in the Hushpuppi Internet fraud mode o.

I noh think say dem don born Ramoni that time sef.

His own specialty was receiving stolen credit cards and selling them on to ready buyers, who will now go and spend the cards in shops, on goods and services.

Back in those days, it was so easy to spend stolen "ike" (Credit Card)

The buyer of the stolen card will just go on a crazy shopping spree for thousands of pounds, before kasala will now burst and the card will either be declined, or retained.

A few times, the spender of the dodgy card might even be arrested, but it rarely happens, except in special cases, like Alhaji’s own.

Before his upgrade into the more rewarding crime of selling stolen credit cards, Alhaji was a small time, third party, ganja seller to the Nigerian smoking clan.

Back then, the simple crime set up in South London, was like this :

Nigerians were into credit card fraud, whilst the Jamaicans were into robbery and selling weed.

No śhaláye about that.

The whole mago mago of credit card fraud seemed too intricate for the Jamaicans then, but my sha pro! pro! brothers and sometimes sisters, fresh off the Nigerian Airways plane from Lagos, Benin and PortHarcourt, blended in to the plastic trade like bread and butter.

Nigerians were the Hushpuppi of South London criminology, with Brixton and Peckham vying for the Headquarters.

Na simple brain work and you know nau, my people noh dey carry last.

Anyways, Alhaji was not that brain-sharp, so he wisely settled for the easier buy and sell marijuana.

However, in the course of his grass entrepreneurial ventures, Alhaji naturally came into contact with the Jamaicans, whose other specialties, apart from Igbo distribution, were burglary, stealing, robbery and sometimes, even murder!

Yes o, murder!

The Jamaicans, or Yardies, were really bad 'uns in those days.

And they used to be Alhaji's customers, supplying him weed and also passing on stolen goods, including credit cards stolen from their crime victims, for a small fee.

The Jamaicans didn’t have a clue what to do with the stolen credit cards, but Alhaji knew it was like gold to his Nigeria posse.

Alhaji will now sell the stolen cards to his Nigerian friends, who will in turn “wreck” the cards in shops, hotels, travel tickets, posh restaurants etc....

Designer clothes were the in thing to shop for.

Apparently, Alhaji did not like the fact that he will sell a stolen credit card for £30 and the buyer will now turn up later to sell him designer clothes of over £500, acquired from spending the same card.

He always felt foolish and cheated.

He resolved to do something about the “cheating”

Sooo, one day, the yèyé man decided to leave his comfort zone of selling ganja and receiving stolen cards.

He was going to spend the stolen cards himself!

That morning, he put one of the stolen cards in his wallet, donned his wònyosí lace agbada and hit the shops himself.

"No more nonsense! Ayam going to buy the clothes myself" he threw one side of the agbada over his shoulder. Then the other side; One thousand, five hundred.

The name on the stolen American Express Card® � was ‘Tony Brown’

However, from the beginning of his new venture, Alhaji was already breaking the cardinal rule of spending stolen credit cards :

Rule Number one :

Dress smartly and sharply.

Don't wear a native 3-piece àgbádá, to go and spend a stolen American Express Card at Selfridges Store® on Oxford street, London.

Especially with the English name 'Tony Brown' embossed in gold across the front of the blue plastic.

Most especially, not when you have three expressway Oyo tribal mark lines designed on each cheek of your charcoal black face.

Mba, Alhaji, you will stick out like a sour thumb.

Anyways, to cut the long 'tory short, na so dem catch Alhaji with the stolen card for Selfridges shop, arrested him and took him down to Bow Street Police Station, Central London.

......"Is this your Credit Card?" the stern looking Investigating Officer interrogated a confident looking Alhaji Musibau at the Police Station, later.

"Yes sir, itzz my card" Alhaji intoned irritatingly.

The look on his face was like “whazz all this nau?”

"Are you sure?" The officer pressed further.

Alhaji glanced down at his fake Rado® watch, feigning anger and impatience.

"Whadoyoumean?? Yesh ayam sure!"

"So, what is your full name?" the officer glanced down at the seized stolen card, hiding it from Alhaji Musibau 's view.

Alhaji did not hesitate :

“My full name is Anthony Brown, Tony for short"

He almost sounded like a pompous Fiditi Prince.

The officer's face was blank as he stood up and left the windowless room "ok sir, I will be back”

......Apart from the offer of tea and a lunch of microwaved chicken tikka, Alhaji was left undisturbed in his lonely cell.

Soon enough, his confidence began to reduce, small small.

After about 3 hours of stewing in his buba and sokoto (agbada had been removed and retained at the Sergeant's counter earlier, together with the rope of his sokoto)

Alhaji was finally invited back to the interview room.

He shuffled in, holding his dropping trousers with one hand.

All the earlier bravado and confidence had disappeared.

He was no longer sure of himself.

He began reciting the Holy Koran to himself, whispering inaudibly.

He looked like a Magu that had jus been been released from a ten day detention.

The tape recorder started rolling :

"For the record, please state your name, sir"

"Ma name is Tony Brown" he hesitated a bit.

Alhaji’s hands were trembling, slightly.

"Do you need a lawyer, as is your right?"

"No"

"Speak louder for the tape, please"

"No sir, I do not need a lawyer!" Alhaji raised his voice.

A momentary pause.

"So, where is the body? Where did you hide the body?" The officer's voice was calm, but emphatic.

Hehn?

Alhaji adjusted his chair, this time sitting on only one side of his buttocks.

“Body ké? Which body? Ayam not understand sir" ��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

Alhaji Musibau started to sweat profusely. He suddenly felt like going to the toilet; he was feeling piss and shit at the same time.

The officer starred him directly in the eyes

"Yes, the body of Tony Brown that you killed!"

Tony Brown, the name on the credit card !

Haaaaaa!!!

"Yeh!!! mogbe o! ��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️ killed ké??

“Officer! I does not kill anybody o!!"

Alhaji jumped up from the table, handcuffs jangling in the humid air of the interview room.

The two officers forced him back on to the plastic chair.

"Your game is up Mister. We have investigated the stolen credit card seized from you and traced it to one Tony Brown.

“Tony Brown has been reported missing by his family, since seven days ago"

Alhaji again began reciting fast incantations (ófó) under his breath, catarrh running down his nose.

The officer continued :

“An hour ago, officers forced their way into his apartment, where blood was found splashed all over the bedroom and bathroom floor, but no body was discovered"

"We now have reason to believe that Mr Brown was attacked, abducted and has probably been killed"

Alhaji farted, loudly.

The officer looked straight at a visbly trembling Alhaji and declared:

"This is now a Murder investigation and you are the chief suspect”

One of the officers exclaimed :

“Damn! what is that smell?”

(Small shit had escaped from Alhaji’s body)

.......About 10 minutes later, the ambulance people had managed to revive and stabilise a passed out Alhaji, with artificial oxygen and chest press-downs, after a near fatal heart attack.

He managed to whisper to the officers sitting besides his stretcher, at the back of the siren-blowing ambulance, on it’s way to St Thomas' Hospital, Vauxhall :

"Eskiss Sir, my name is no more Tony Brown.

"Ma real name is Alhaji Musibau Ishola Owonikoko from Oyo State.

"Ayam a thief by profession.

“I haff been stealing since, from small pickin. I also sell igbo by trade.

Even my parents know ayam a thief.

He switched to Yoruba:

“Èjooor sir, ole ní mí!”

“Ayam a common thief!”

"Please sir! Èjooorrr sir! I haff never killed a somebody in my life before sir!

"Go and check under my bed in Brixton, you wee find stolen credit cards plenty.

“I am a fraudster. Babanla olė ni mí!

“In fact, I am the best thief in London!

"In the roof of ma house, you will find bags of weed, smuggled in from Amsterdam.

“Ekiti weed, the best weed in the whole wide world.

"Yes, I am a drug dealer sir"

È śe mi jéjé!”

"Murder ké”

“Modárán ní London oooooo!” ��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

Alhaji 'Tony Brown’ Musibau began to sob again......

Life's in different dimensions

NO ONE HAS IT ALL

Helen , mad, sleeps under the bridge but in her hands are twin handsome boys she gave birth to some weeks ago.

Ella , living in a posh house, drives posh cars, went to the best hospital in town for ante-natal care but she keeps crying for she has another miscarriage.

Titilayo , beautiful, good job, good house, good husband yet her pillow suffers every night with wetness of her tears , because she is yet to conceive .

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

Life is deep, who can understand it?

Francis, lives with his parents, his father is a poor carpenter , he goes to school on foot every morning with empty stomach, yet he is exceptionally brilliant .

Tony , a son of a wealthy politician , goes to school, with escorts and assorted food and drinks yet he cannot assimilate what he is being taught .

Johnson , son of a medical *doctor , crippled , he cannot help himself, his father cannot help him yet he treats others and they get healed .

What is in this life self ?

We all have it in bits , that is the irony of life. So why the bitterness , the envy , the anger , let's learn to manage our bit and see how we can make it better .

Blessing , virgin , focused, intelligent , but she was raped on her way to school, she became pregnant , and life was on hold for a moment , Life ! Life !!! Life !!!

Mary , prostitute , nothing to write home about, married to a good man, have four lovely kids and doing great .

Cindy , rich family , beautiful , good job , humble , but yet to have a man to call her own .

No one should think he is better than the next person because we have it in bits , as we try to manage our bit, let us also try to be a support system .

No one is more , no one is less , we are all unique in our own way .

* It is so funny and indeed pitible to see someone acting so proud and inhumane just because he or she has a slight advantage over others in a particular area of life . Someday when death beckons, you will respond with all your cluttering material possessions*

We live by His Grace so be thankful to God and remember your salary is someone's tithe .

Humility is a Virtue
*God bless .

I beg o no be Sydney be dat how dey no arrest him ,the guy just japa����

I noticed we had grass growing rapidly inside my new compound, so, I & my neighbour decided to get rid of them.

I asked around and found someone who would do it.

Brought him to the compound, showed him around, so he said he'd clear it for 3K, but we can also negotiate.

Inside me, I was surprised because the work too big for that amount.

So, I told him we would give him 5K instead.

Mehn, the dude was overjoyed.

He ran off to get his working tools, got back and was almost starting off.

I asked him to halt, and confirmed if he's had something to eat.

He said -- No.

That he hasn't even eaten since the evening before.

I quickly prepared tea, bread and fried eggs for him.

Chai! Tears commot for the guy eye when I give am.

He finished eating, picked up his tools, and worked enthusiastically with all his heart.

At intervals, I'll stop what I was doing inside to check on him. Sometimes, chat and laugh with him. (Dude was a real jolly fellow eh, lol)

So, he rounded up for that day, and said he'd be coming around the next day to pack the dead grass.

I gave him the 5K.

He was really excited. I told him to take my contact so he could reach me before coming the next day, he said he would have loved to, but he doesn't have a phone

Said he sold it 2 weeks back, so he could eat. All he had left was his SIM.

I felt his pain, but I remembered I had an Itel phone I wasn't using, so I gave it to him+N500 for recharge card.

Tears just roll from the guy eye instantly.

And he said, one of the most deepest "God Bless You", I've ever gotten in my life.

So, he left excitedly.

And, for me -- I slept like a baby that night.

Dude came the next day, and continued the rwmaining task with so much passion.

I could literally see it all over him.

I shared from the rice I had left with him for breakfast, and by 12 noon, he was done with the whole task.

He thanked me endlessly, and left.

All these happened this weekend (Saturday, and yesterday--Sunday)

Now, I got a call very early today from him, and he gave me a great news.

He said his former Oga that relocated from Ibadan to Abuja, reached him on phone, the same yesterday, immediately he inserted his SIM into the phone I gave him.

And that his Oga told him he's been trying hard to reach him for weeks to no avail.

The Oga finally asked sent him N100k this morning.

Chai! Me sef come happy pass the guy sef.�

He ended the call with these words --

"Senior man, if to say I no meet you, naso this one for take pass me oh".

Tears just drop my eye, aswear.

Why my long boring story?

Always do little things you can do, to change people's lives. It might be little to you, but that might be the answers to their long-standing heart desires.

These bits of kindness must not come in monetary forms.

• You can tell people kind words.

• Give them a bit of your time

• Hear them out

• Give them warm hugs

• Never despise or look down on them

• Applaud them when they carry out duties for you

• Make them feel like the humans that they really are.

And, you might just be saving a life in the process.

©️ Just a Little Help

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Ekomatrix1:
I have this girl I have been dating for 4 years and we are planning to get married to this year. But I notice she does not like to sacrifice. I mean, she is kind of selfish.

she is studying and i send her money aside the one the parent gives to her but if i request for a video call, she would ask me to send her data, if she comes to my house and i don't give her TP not minding that i gave her money some weeks/days back she would be angry.

Yesterday i booked a ticket for her to come to lagos from anambra, after booking she asked me to also send her some feeding money for the journey. I refused and asked her to take from the 20k I sent to her last 2 weeks, she then said " WHO PAYS FOR TP AND NOT GIVES FEEDING MONEY?  

Long story short, I had to cancel the ticket. I have constantly complained about her selfishness  but no improvement .

what should i do?

. Bro's have encountered such girl before please drop her she doesn't love u

Heartbreak, loneliness, emptiness, despair,grief, sorrow,pain and regret are all part of life.........

When depression sets in, suicide is never an option....if there is heaven and hell,where would be your final abode in the life after death?

The person who made you commit suicide might even go unpunished If s/he repent and seek for forgiveness....

Learn how to deal with your problems.

What led to the worst beating you received from your parents?

Gadafii:
For the first time, I used the Facebook job feature, I came across lots of vacancies and applied for about four of them, with reasonable pays.

About an hour later two of them sent a direct messages to my messanger that I have been invited for oral/written test...but my concern now is, with the way and manner kidnappers and ritualists have hijacked online job search and what not, I am terribly concerned how genuine these jobs are, i sincerely need any of this job, but I am not about to risk my life for that, I want to paste the body of the message and the address, and hopefully you guys can help if it's genuine or scam

Dear Applicant,
Based on your online application, you are scheduled to come over for a business assessment interview on Wednesday 07/07/21.

Time: 8am

Address: 4b Toyin street opposite victory home school before interguide Academy Toyin street ikeja Lagos.

Please do come over with a copy of your CV & your Face mask.

Help/Directive?
0803***6175/MJA200

The name of the firm is SKYGATE VENTURES, I have searched for them online, and the only serious thing I saw is their job ads that link to the Facebook own and other ad on another site.

Please I don't know which mod to copy, but I would want this to hit front page for wider audience and advises/response

go along with a friend or two and they both hang around and ur phone should be intact u always flash Dem and u work on time with ur friend if u don't see my call or flash or message in so so time there is danger, mind you u mustn't lock ur phone and there must be enough airtime on it and ur friend phone number should be on the first list

I was called by Lai Muhammad that I should phone Putin we start securing there demand

Nathaniel111:
I get 2 of the above listed charms.
Who i go contact ?
I no wan talk to Lai Mohammed or the presidency.
I want direct deal with the Russian representative.

here i am talk to me

beautyhd:


Not my fault being the only female child, I was closer to my dad and yearned for his affection.
Mon is late now but dad is very much alive.
My prayers every day is for God to keep him for me.

. Amen

BonPatrick:
Good morning guys I leave alone and I don't know how to cook soup but can cook stew and others so I called my ex girlfriend yesterday and she is married last year so she came we went to market and buy food stuffs and she cooked for me. I want to know if is wrong for a married lady to do that?

u are very stupid, u called her and she respond to u and u came here now posting it here bro ur brain is like worm brain oloshi

Ginaz:
I rejected the food , but hunger chased me back to eat it. I saw hunger in different colors that day. Hunger is bad .

lol �������

beautyhd:
I was a Daddy's girl while growing up, if I rejected food from momma he will pet me until I get to eat.

One day he travelled and didn't come back that day na so momma vex me and I refused to eat she didn't even bother petting me as I laid down. When hunger finished dealing with me, I stood to go get my food lo and behold it has been eaten by one of my siblings. I hated my mom that day and only reject food when Daddy is around.

Lol daddy's pet�����

Mrsoft3:
So one time I went to bed angry because my girlfriend made me angry. I was so hungry and she cooked but I was like no I won't eat the food......hmmm na so night reach I dey form hardman, hungry beat me I nearly enter kitchen. The following morning we settle I chop everything finish.

No matter how angry you are, please don't go to bed hungry, the night will not end easily.

. This one deep ooooo

Have you ever slept hungry just to prove to your parents that you're angry?