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freddaboh:


Bro, I'm having the same challenge. I've decided to walk away from my present girl. I respect her a lot and I don't want to say anything evil about her but I can't take it anymore. My heart is really heavy now. Well, I can't give myself high blood pressure because of her. I'm ready to mingle now, any interested lady in the house? Please don't expect me to be Dangote or Adenuga. Whether I'm handsome? Atleast I look better than mr Ibu. My educational qualification? Hmmmmmm!!! Una too dey ask questions, atleast I can read and write in english. My kind of woman? She must be God fearing, humble, educated and most importantly she must be beautiful. What I want? I'm not promising you marriage straight-up, but to get to know you and you getting to know me too and if we are comfortable with each other why not. Actually, I'm not looking for a perfect woman or a saint, I'm not one. I just need a girl that is decent and beautiful, that's all. I hope what I am asking for is not too much? If you are interested just add me on whatsapp(0.8.0.3.6.9.1.3.2.7.3) or bbm(3.3.1.6.4.9.8.1).Ciao.

I'm still waiting o. Lolz

100Cents:
Since 2011, I should have settled down, which was truncated by my people based on tribal grounds, I have been unable to love a woman like my Ex.

The only girl I seem to love is mes. Really I can't say what's up her sleeves. I currently have many beautiful irers o. But i dont see any of them via the window of a wife. Some of them dress so skimpy when visiting to impress me.

Nothing has ever challenged me like this since birth.

O Lord God of Jacob, I am tired..

Hmmmmmm!!!

Naijasinglegirl:
Mid last week, my temperature was running high and since I am clearly not a fan of hospitals, I thought it was best to limit myself to the confines of my room until the sickness disappears but my mom was having none of that. She dragged me to the hospital.
My first reaction when I got there was "WTH! This is crowded."
I signed up for a medical consultation and found a place to sit.

After 3 hours of waiting, the bad tempered nurse at the reception area called my name.

Thank God, I thought.

Before she let me into the doctor's office, she put me on a height scale, weight scale and proceeded to pump my BP.

"Nurse, Its just fever not a modelling audition. Are all these necessary?" I asked giggling.
She frowned at me and increased the pressure till the friction numbed my arms. That was her way of telling me to shut the hell up.

I was not surprised to say the least.
Its no news some Nigerian female nurses are far from polite. Especially those ones with big buttocks that are always roaming from ward to ward with a tray of injections, looking for an innocent patient to stab.
Like someone said on twitter, its only in Nigeria the nurses would wake you up from sleep to give you sleeping pills.
When I got into the examination room, I was expecting some sort of gadget to be used on me but everything was done MANUALLY. The doctor even used his palm to gauge my temperature rather than a thermometer.

Oshey baddest doctor!!!

"So what is wrong with you?" He asked.
"That is your job doctor. If I knew I wouldn't be here."
No, that was not my reply. Clearly in Nigerian hospitals, you are expected to diagnose your problem in your house so you don't waste the doctor's time at the hospital.

"Fever." I replied.

For all I know it could be a fever disguising as TB. God Forbids!
A cancerous fever. God Forbids!
A brain tumour fever. God Forbids!!
Ebola Fever. God Forbids!!!

But no, not in our hospitals. The first rule they operate in is,
"All facts surrounding a fever must be twisted and twisted until the final diagnosis reads MALARIA."

Now I made his job easier, he began manipulating my replies.

"How is it doing you?" He asked.
Na wa o. See question.
I used my palm to massaged my chin for a few seconds and then I said,
"Its doing me somehow oh."
"You have headache?"
"No"
"Loss of appetite?"
"I guess."
"Cough?"
"No."
"Cold?"
"Small."
He turned to my mom this time. "Madam, she has malaria!" He exclaimed.

*sigh* As usual. Don't we all?

It seemed he forgot to ask me when last I saw my period in his line of questions. My heart broke some years back when a malaria diagnosing doctor threw the question at a twelve year old Naijasinglegirl.
The only diagnosis these doctors are good at making are malaria, pregnancy and HIV.

All my life, whenever I go to the hospital, I always return home with the same malaria declaration after the doctor has assessed me MANUALLY. Sometimes when the doctor is in a good mood, he takes my hard earned blood and upgrades me to typhoid. This is the reason my dad almost bundled me to a native doctor when a medical doctor told him the chances of his fragile 5-year old Naijasinglegirl surviving malaria were 20:80.
At least native doctors have high-tech equipment like a calabash for skyping with sango, a speaking mirror and no-nonsense oracles.
Even when I roll into the hospital from the expressway with green blood dripping from my nose, blue mucus dripping from my mouth and down syndrome attitude, Its still malaria!

Back to our story.
It was time for drug istration. My favourite part where the doctor gets to clear the shelves of the in-house pharmacy for me. The closer the drugs are to their expiration date, the more generous he gets.
Five transparent nylon of drugs were given to me. First contained several tablets of paracetamol, second contained those medium size multi vitamins, third contained more than twenty tiny yellow tablets, fourth contained a green coloured anti malaria tablets and the last one, orange vitamic C.

"Take all of it. Directives are on the pack for your dosage." The doctor commanded.

All ke? He didn't even have conscience.
That was when I gave into a hysterical laughter. I laughed to the point that I felt the fever leaving me in annoyance.

When I walked back to the reception, I wanted to grab a mic to announce to the impatient prospective patients to return home. After all, their problem is either pregnancy or malaria.
Finally home, it was time for me to be my own doctor as usual. I tossed everything into my trashcan except for my vitamic C which became my hourly tomtom.

Until our health care system improves, I know what to do when sickness strikes again.

Migraine : Alabukun powder
Headache : Panadol
Catarhh : Procold
Purging : Flagyl
Boil : Robb
Waist pain : Aboniki balm
Madness : Native doctor
Dislocated bone : Pastor Chris
HIV : Prophet T B Joshua

Hahahahhahahahaha!!! Very funny. But I wait o, are you single? If yes, are you beautiful? If yes, what can I do to have you for myself? With you by my side, I'm sure I will live long on earth. Fred.

nomabeeee:
I find this very interesting to discuss here..and I will go straight to the point..I don't think its advicible for a lady to always cook for the man she's dating anytime she's visits him.if you visit him 5 times,u can cook two times or once for him..its important that we ladies should know our place in our man's life..if you are his friend,you act like his friend..if you a re his girlfriend ,you act like one and if you a re his wife..you also act like one..A woman is meant to be explored..if am dating/courting you and during the course of that I cook all my delicasies for you,..what threat wil I give you when we get married?hmmm I can't find myself loitering around a man's kitchen when am not his wife..whats ur opinion ladies?men are also free to air their opinions too...reasonable comments please..thanks

I bet you are 18 to 20years old. Don't worry when you get to 26 to 30years you will cook for your boyfriend without him asking you to cook for him. You will even wash his clothes and clean up his house. Trust me on that.

agabusta:
Well the PDP seems to have realised the futility of their efforts to undermine the Position of the Speaker of the House of Rep.

I opened a thread yesterday, pointing out that the website Vanguard quoted is fake that the Speaker's picture and name was never removed from the front page of the National Assembly website.

This is the official National Assembly website: http://www.nassnig.org/

Further checks revealed yesterday that it was however removed from the inner House of Rep page: http://www.nassnig.org/nass2/index.php

While checking the website again this morning, his name and picture has however being restored to their earlier positions at the House of Rep inner webpage.

Attached pictures shows screen capture of both webpages this morning.

We cannot allow impunity in the system. Impunity always leads to anarchy. I bet the PDP has come to this realisation. And for those of you ing impunity because it is being perpetuated by the side you for now, I will advise you desist from such.

Nigeria politics is indeed funny.

Even if she is promiscous? Part with my hard-earned so that she can take care of a small boy her son's age? God forbid.

Pls, is the test/interview for graduate trainees or graduate field service technicians? I wish to know asap. Thank you.

I can't believe that in this age prophets are still beating people. Wonders will never end.

Is age an issue in the selection process? A friend of mine is 31 but got the phase 2 assessment invite. Will he be disqualified during accreditation?

ismogimo: @Iyke iyke. Thanks so much. Really aprcte the response.

. kindly send it to me too. [email protected] thank you.

Kindly send the past questions to my mail. [email protected] Thank you sir.

PTDF has no single respect for Naija graduates. Simple.

It's only God's intervention that can save the situation for us.

Naija, we always love anything foreign more than our own.