Director in both Sterling Contractors Ltd and Sterling Vogue Ltd.
We carry on biz of Logistics, Gen Merchandise, Gen Contracts & Services, Manufacturing etc
Dear President @officialABAT,
Grab your Silk Cut Cigarette, you will need at least a packet, after watching this interview by @akandeoj.
Thank you.
Sincerely not yours.
Lauretta Onochie
Breaking π―
If you feel overwhelmed then resign immediately.......
Monsignor (professor) Obiora Francis Ike.
He is a Roman Catholic priest, a scholar and human rights activist.
Professor Obiora is the founder of the Switzerland based Catholic institute for development justice and peace
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@OlusayofunmiAdi@DailyPostNGR How desperate and despicable you Γ gbΓ do π½ guys can be...
Clowning with Ndc diaspora logo and an Igbo name, you can't fool yourself enough so rant on PO
Thatβs me about 2 weeks ago, bringing exactly this to your notice.
By the way, I hope Forex Traders (FT) and Aspiring Forex Traders (AFT) know what this means.
A woman drops her truck off at Kia of Lake Charles (1900 Siebarth Drive, Lake Charles, LA 70615) for body work only.
She comes back and catches the mechanics under the hood. They had already removed her motor and were taking parts out of her new vehicle.
She asks them straight: βDid I leave my car here so you could borrow parts?β
This is the same dealership that previously got caught with an employee driving a customerβs car home as a personal vehicle.
The President of Nigeria submitted the email of a business CEO as his personal email
Hakeem Muri Okunola @ statehouse dot gov dot ng
E don be for una o
The thing you seek has no name in the hurried language of todayβs world, but our fathers knew it, and their fathers before them. Let me tell you what it is, and as I tell you, you will nod slowly because your heart already knows the shape of this thing, as the mortar knows the pestle.
You do not want a wife, my son. That word has been worn smooth like a stone in the river, handled by too many careless mouths. What you want is one whose spirit will complete yours in the dance of life. One who will look at you across the cooking fire after ten rains and ten more, and see not a stranger grown familiar, but the very geography of her own soul mapped out in your face. One who will call you husband, yes, but also call you brother, because the bond you share was born not in the heat of youthful passion alone but in the cool, enduring earth of understanding. One who will be your friend in the way the harmattan wind is a friend to the cleared fieldβnot always gentle, but always true. One who will laugh, ah! A laughter that does not live in the throat only but comes rumbling from the place where stories begin. A laughter unafraid of its own loudness. When the world has beaten you with its many fists, this laughter will be the medicine that restores your spirit without a single word spoken.
You seek a woman who has swallowed the wisdom of the tortoise: that the shell you carry together is not a burden but a fortress. When the sky darkens and the jealous gods of small misfortunes throw their spears at your household, she will not turn her face away and say, βThis is your battle.β No. She will hand you your shield, and in the same motion, pick up her own. She understands the ancient law whispered by the ancestors: "It is the two of us against the world, and the world, since the beginning of time, has always been a wrestling match that two must win." She will be a solution-oriented woman, one who does not stand at the edge of the river lamenting the crocodile but begins to gather the strong vines to build a bridge. Her mind is a sharp machete clearing the tangled bush of confusion.
And trust? That is the great river that will carry your canoe. The thing you want is a woman who will trust you completely, not with the blind trust of a child, but with the wide-eyed, seeing trust of a woman who has seen all that you areβyour weaknesses laid bare like yams at the market, your strengths standing like the sturdy iroko treeβand has chosen to plant her own life right there in your shade. And you, you will do the same for her. You will not be the foolish hunter who doubts the path his feet have known since birth. Her word will be your final oracle. When she says, "The rain is coming," you will feel the first drop in your own bones before the sky even speaks.
This woman you desire, she will see you as her home. Not a house of mud and thatch that the years can crumble, but the homestead of the heart, the place where her spirit retires and finds its rest. You will be her immediate family, a clan of two. You will be her bestie, a word our ancestors did not speak, but they understood itβthat companion of the wrestling ground and the celebration feast. And in the deep night, when the world sleeps, she will see you as her lover, and the mat you share will be sacred ground. Together, you will grow old with the grace of the palm tree, bending but never breaking, and when your hair turns white like the egretβs feather, children not yet born will point to your love as a proverb, saying, "There goes the tale of two who became one, against whom the world could not stand."