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That Peter Obi of the Nigerian Democratic Congress (NDC), having satisfied the requirements of the law, is hereby declared the winner and is returned elected as President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.🥹
This is exactly what Hope Uzodimma is telling APC.
In a gathering of 100 APC faithfuls, 85 have resolved to vote for Peter Obi.
Imagine this huge crowd on this campaign crowd. If the crowd had not chanted Peter Obi, Benjamin Kalu would have gone to the villa to brag how he has multitude eager to vote for Asiwaju.
Without knowing that the multitude he's talking about is already down for Obi.
I’ll start.
I left my room and parlor, put fuel in my car and drove to stay the night with “my man” who was squatting, on a couch.
Mind you, I was ill and so I thought to go receive tender looking and care. Abi? Toh!
I got there, he gave up the couch to me and he laid on the floor but being the understanding girlfriend, I left the couch to join him on the floor, because above all else, I’m ill and I want to be pampered.
Yay! Right?
In the words of the great philosopher Justin Bieber, “as long as you love me, we could be homeless, we could be starving, we could be broke…”
I join my man on the floor, few minutes later, my guy vacates the floor and returned to the couch, leaving me alone on the floor.
I’m like err???
But in the spirit of not nagging him, I playfully asked if he was waiting to prompt him to come cuddle me in my sickness. He hesitated first and joined me.
Time pass… he stepped out later in the day while I remained back at the crib.
Now he’s back.
It wasn’t even up to 12 hours later after he had pointed this thing out, he lays back down on the couch. As I kuku didn’t have strength to fight, I texted him on WhatsApp “again???”. This was around 9pm.
Network was shitty… it didn’t deliver… I slept. Everyone slept; him in the couch, myself on the floor… his friend he was squatting with inside the room.
Night passed.
I woke up around 6am, I was still alone on the floor, I checked my phone to see if he got my message and still slept on the couch all through the night.
He did. Around 10pm. He texted back with an apology.
It’s doing my head in. You apologized, okay?? And you still let me pass the night alone on the floor??
I sat up, I tried to tap him, come to find it was it was another person laying there- one of the other guys.
Apparently, the owner of the house was already up and about early, my boyfriend had by then left the couch to enter room and lay on the bed. Nope, didn’t think to invite me.
Time passes. I’m lying there fuming, waiting for day to properly break and for him to wake so I can hear the reason.
He woke up, by now my rage was already baiting… I’m trying to understand the thought process… he apologized again (apologies no dey hard am noww)… he said and I quote “…it’s just that the ground is too uncomfortable and cold”, he also added that he was watching over me from the couch and that after he entered the room, he came out a few times to check on me.
Every time I remember this thing, it somewhat do a burst on my brain.😂
That is- I left my whole apartment, skin and what not to come be with you, knowing full well your living arrangement, but you would not join me on the floor because “the ground is too uncomfortable and cold”.
I left my comfort to be here, but you couldn’t endure the slightest one?
Na me wey like cold floor my dear, don’t mind me.
And…
We actually did have a long fight over this. His stance was that I always try to find fault with him, and all he does is try to do right by me.
Every time I remember this time, e go dey do me like say I wan crase.
No, nobody is waterboarding this information out of me, I just think kpe, maybe if I publicly shame myself, I’ll let go of the foolery I’ve done because!!!!!
We will get back to you shortly Grand children of Kunta Kinte as soon as we're done with those HIV infested illiterate Xenophobes at the anus of Africa.
I'm 23 years old and I've never owned an IPhone before
Thank God for the spirit of contentment my parents taught me sha, because I know what a lot of girls have done just to own an IPhone to feel among
“I checked my wife phone,saw where they sent her different type of blue film,different type of big yansh, and sizes of big Preeq, and she send her own nakedness, she said it her friend that introduced her to that stuff “
- Man cries out about his marriage on Zion court prayer ground, hoping she’d be delivered.
In all my years of watching football, I’ve never seen supporters hope for and/or celebrate their team’s losses in hopes another team won’t win a title. Chelsea fans were especially pathetic this year.
I'm a Surgical resident
So I usually wake up 4:30am- 5am.
I make breakfast for the kids
Make lunch for the entire family
I wash the dishes, I use in making the meals..
If there is light I run several loads of laundry.
While the laundry is running, I clean the kitchen and then sweep the parlour.
Then the kids are fed, bathe and we dress and are out of the house so I can make morning review by 7:30am after school run.
After work, I make dinner, wash all the plates and coolers used to carry food, wash the kids uniforms, arrange the clothes for the next day, help kids with assignments if present, do some work that needs to be done...
Weekends, if im not on call, I wake up early, wash dishes, make break fast, do laundry, clean the kitchen counters the stores, clean the microwave, clean freezer if dirty, clean the gas cooker and the wall behind the gas cooker.
Scrub the kitchen floors and then move to the front of the house scrubs the stairs, the balcony and then the parlour is next, then toilets, then clean the rooms and then fold the laundry that has been piling up (I never finish).... By the time you are done, your toddlers have already destroyed one room and the parlour, so you either start again or leave it for tomorrow.