Someone tweeted about how not changing your name can also give you some headache, and it just reminded me of an experience I had.
It was when I decided to finally go for NYSC. I’d registered a couple of weeks before the lockdown, which was a year before I got married.
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Women mostly fall victim here.
If you have any sister, girlfriend, female friend you care about based in the UK, Europe, USA - pull them close and draw their ears.
If they fall in love abroad or make new male friendships, they should ON NO ACCOUNT receive money for anyone using their personal account.
"Babes, I work in tech as a contractual staff and they want to pay me my salary - can I use your account?" Let your NO be resoundingly loud.
"Babes, I work in Web3 and it's been difficult setting up my account. Can I use yours to collect a payment?" Let your NO be resoundingly loud.
On most cases, they receive scheduled payments in tranches - 3K, 5K, 10K on a 2week, weekly or monthly basis.
Without your permission, you've most likely been recruited into an organized scam ring.
It is only a matter of time, the Police will come knocking on your door and there's only two ways - you rot in jail or you're deported back home.
On firsthand credible source, there's a Nigerian woman rotting in a polish jail currently because her boyfriend used her account to funnel payments and the said boyfriend is no longer in the country.
Don't say you were not warned.
I’m not what you’d call a religious man. Or even a traditional man. And this means I don’t have many deal breakers. My busy wife, for instance, doesn’t have to worry about doubling as our chef. But I have 3 dealbreakers. None of these will I negotiate.
The most annoying part of academic writing is knowing the thing, but looking for some other paper to say it for you. You can't just say bread is soft, you have to say it according to Baker (2001) that bread is soft.
At the same time, you can't quote Baker 2001 because it's outdated. Although bread did not stop being soft, you have to find another Baker who said it in 2023.
Weeeeeeeeeeee aiy kuningi! Ngeke singahlanyi makunjena
Let me tell you a little story about me.
When i moved to Sweden 🇸🇪 2016, the first job i got was sorting of Newspapers. During that period, it wasn’t possible to get social security number directly and you needed a work contract to do so. I did that job and i secured the SSN.
And when you pray tonight…pray for the consistency of prayer. Let any battle find you armed heavily in prayer. Always remember that your spirit to fight and conquer, is determined by preparation in prayer. Stay armed in prayer so you don’t get ambushed.
*sigh* You people keep reminding me things I want to forget.
Me that ran through childhood collecting dumb experiences like a coin.😭
So this one be time, I almost died…🤭
As I was the only child, my parents would take me almost anywhere, including places children aren’t meant to be *purrr*☺️
The downside was that it can be incredibly lonely as I’d be the only child around.
Anyway, on this particular day, they carried me to Knight’s meeting. After the general service, men and women demarcated to do confidential meeting leaving the only child in a mile radius, me, alone, in a big empty hall.🥹
As I was left alone unsupervised, I started roaming like a wild animal. I’d do this every meeting day.
Once they left me, I became Dora the explorer.
Now, my school was located directly behind the meeting venue. I found it really exciting being the only one inside the school compound, on a Saturday, no teachers, no gateman to patrol you. Just roaming free.
I’d go places students were prohibited to go because who can stop me?☺️
I’d pilfer chalk, play teacher, handle the cane, ransack everywhere… unchecked access to everything.
The problem was, to get to the school I’d have to circle a large field from the meeting venue. A whole 10 minutes walk.
But there was an alternative, a balsy one.
The Nun’s convent bordered between the meeting venue and my school. Just walk through the gate and you’re inside my school.
The Nuns included but not limited to; The school Headmistress, the teachers, disciplinarians etc.
You’d think this would deter me from using that route right? Because if I’m seen, I’d be in big trouble, right? Wrong! I love to see how dangerous things can get.🥹
I’d tiptoe right through the large compound and get to the school. This worked for a couple of months.
I always looked forward to this because the adrenaline!!!!
On this day, I peeped through their gate as usual to be sure nobody was outside before I’d float through. There was no one but��
Their dog was there. The dog just finished birthing her pups. I watched as the pups dropped, I think she was also mauling them. It was really gory and bloody. She kept mauling them.
A sane child would turn away because you can see that this particular dog is mad but jokes on it, my parents gave birth to a madder child.
I used to be a big pick-me. It didn’t matter if it’s a human picking me or a dog that’s probably rabid that just underwent labor. You see, my friend when you become too good at people pleasing, you must enlarge your coast and try to please other things, like dogs.
I needed to impress the dog and so I looked around and picked the prettiest flower I could find. What is dog that it wouldn’t fall in love with my flowers? I did small prep talk and entered.
I’d tiptoed well into the compound when the dog sensed me. Instantly, I realized my fcukup because you do not need to be an adult to identify pure beastial rage.🥹
The rest happened so fast… Steeze left me there and fled, the dog was coming at me like a fast coming projectile, my shoes existed my feet for ease to run, I gave the flowers to whom flower is due; the wind, I was doing 180m/ph, I was calling on God, I was calling my mother that was minding her business at the meeting, probably broke my hymen there too because my legs were really determined to leave me there. I wasn’t fast enough for them and so they were doing very wide laps.
Luckily a nun was home and she came out just in time to save me. She was confused as to why I was there. With tears, I said I wanted to give the dog flowers, she choked.
If I were starting all over again, with a blank passport and 200,000 NGN saved up in my account for travel, here’s what I’d do to make my travels pay for themselves…
Let me tell you a story about when I was in final year.
We had a lecturer who was issuing vague threats about us failing his course. Unprovoked. A lot of my classmates interpreted it as a cue to “sort” him. A lot more depended on the power of their brains, and that despite his…
Based on popular demand, I’ll share this again:
TOP 12 Masters in U.K. for Medics:
https://t.co/nSSw4NgQHQ Ageing and Aesthetic Medicine (University of Manchester).
MSc 36 months PT, PGDip 24 months PT.
2.Enhanced Midwifery Care (City University of London).
MSc/PGDip/PGCert