Nunca se enamoren de una Dominicana es la peor adicción del mundo, después ustedes sólo querrán merengue en la mañana, merengue en la tarde y merengue en la noche.
🚨 As UN General Assembly (UNGA) takes place in New York this September, we remember one of the most consequential speeches in recent times.
Ladies and gentlemen, here is Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe.
Women want taller men - preference.
Men want beautiful women - shallow a$$hole.
Women want older men - preference.
Men want younger women - creep. Predator.
Women reject broke men - she knows her worth.
Men reject single mothers - insecure little boy.
Women want dominant men - natural attraction.
Men want submissive women - misogynist.
Women set boundaries - empowered queen.
Men set boundaries - controlling narcissist.
Women have standards and society applauds.
Men have standards and suddenly society needs a f*cking emergency meeting.
Apparently "everyone is allowed preferences" means everyone except men.
Not holding brief for Atiku, but there were allegations on your principal dealing in drugs and forfeiting some huge amount to the US government, at a very young age, as strongly held by @renoomokri before the noted touch his hands.
Yourself @fkeyamo has allegedly made corruption and certificate forgery allegations against the same man you're holding brief for, back then in 2002, before the notes begin to touch your hands. (https://t.co/2Qf9SwnnJJ).
You are all jokers with no integrity whatsoever.
Your dad being a retired military officer doesn’t automatically make the argument correct.
The IGP and a Brigadier General belong to different services with different rank structures.
And yes, a police officer can exercise lawful arrest powers where the law permits but that does not mean a rank-and-file officer can casually arrest a serving military general without regard to jurisdiction, procedure, or service protocols.
Know the law, but also understand the difference between legal authority, rank, and operational protocol. They are not the same thing.
CIVILIAN: The IGP of 🇳🇬 Police visited Minna recently and I saw a Brigadier General saluting him. As how na?
SOLDIER: Yes, it's a national protocol. It's simply a sign of respect for his appointment.
CIVILIAN: The IGP rank is equivalent to what rank in the Army?
SOLDIER: The IGP is the highest-ranking officer in the NPF, but he is not part of the military chain of command. So there is no direct Army rank equivalent.
CIVILIAN: So if there’s no equivalent rank, why would a Brigadier General salute the IGP? Is the salute based on rank, appointment, or protocol?
SOLDIER: Appointment and protocol. The salute in that setting isn't saying the IGP outranks the Brigadier General. It is a formal military courtesy and recognition of the office he occupies.
The continuous reference to President Bola Ahmed Tinubu @officialABAT by His Excellency, ex Vice-President Atiku Abubakar in his Press Conference earlier today as ‘Bola’ is very disrespectful and discourteous. He should know better that no matter your differences with Mr. President, for the sake of the country, that office should be accorded all the dignity it deserves. The tone reeks of pain and bitterness in his heart.
After all, he made the outlandish claim the other day that Mr. President is older than himself. It is therefore a contradiction that he would also refer to an ‘elder’ by his first name.
This is exactly how RARARA began to think he can speak for the north.
When you allow idiots an inch within the corridor of power, this is exactly what you get
A woman told me during our first date that she could tell what kind of man someone was within the first thirty minutes.
She said it casually.
Like it was a fact.
I smiled and asked, “How?”
She took a sip of her wine and said:
“I pay attention to the little things.”
I asked what she meant.
She said, “How a man talks. How he treats people. How confident he is. Whether he knows how to take the lead.”
I nodded.
“That makes sense.”
Then she smiled.
“But most men fail without even realizing they’re being tested.”
I laughed.
“I didn’t know I was taking an exam.”
She laughed too.
“You are.”
The evening started normally.
We talked about work.
Travel.
Family.
Restaurants.
Nothing unusual.
Then, about twenty minutes in, she started asking questions.
“What do you do?”
I told her.
“How long have you been doing that?”
I answered.
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
“Do you own your place?”
I told her I did.
She smiled.
“And what kind of car do you drive?”
I gave her the answer.
She nodded slowly.
Then she asked:
“So what are you looking for?”
I said, “Something real.”
She smiled.
“Everyone says that.”
I asked her what she was looking for.
She thought for a second.
“Consistency.”
I nodded.
“That's important.”
She added:
“And effort.”
“Also important.”
“And I like a man who knows how to make a woman feel special.”
I smiled.
“That sounds reasonable.”
She leaned forward.
“I don't like men who are too passive.”
I asked what she meant.
She said:
“I don't want to plan everything. I don't want to make every decision. I don't want to chase someone.”
I told her I understood.
Then she asked:
“So, did you plan tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Did you choose the restaurant?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“I like that.”
The waiter came over.
She ordered an expensive appetizer.
Then the main course.
Then she asked about another drink.
I ordered something simple.
We kept talking.
But something began to bother me.
Not what she ordered.
Not how much anything cost.
It was the way she kept turning every conversation into an evaluation.
I mentioned that I liked traveling alone.
She asked whether I could afford international trips.
I mentioned a hobby.
She asked how much I spent on it.
I told her about a project I had been working on.
She asked how much money it could make.
Eventually, I smiled and said:
“You really like numbers, don't you?”
She laughed.
“I just like knowing what kind of person I'm dealing with.”
I said:
“Fair enough.”
Then she told me about her previous relationships.
One ex was too controlling.
Another was too insecure.
Another “didn't have ambition.”
Another “wasn't masculine enough.”
I listened.
She barely said anything positive about any of them.
Finally, I asked:
“Was there ever anything you liked about them?”
She paused.
Then laughed.
“That's a strange question.”
“Why?��
“Because they're exes.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
She took another sip.
“I just don't settle.”
I nodded.
“That's probably a good thing.”
She smiled.
“Exactly.”
A few minutes later, she asked:
“So, how do you handle conflict?”
I said, “I talk about it.”
She asked:
“What if a woman gets emotional?”
“I listen.”
“What if she wants something you don't agree with?”
“We talk about it.”
“What if she expects more from you?”
“I'd want her to tell me.”
She looked surprised.
“You wouldn't just know?”
I laughed.
“No.”
She shook her head.
“That's what I mean.”
“What?”
“A man should be able to understand what a woman needs without always being told.”
I smiled.
“Sometimes.”
She looked at me.
“Most of the time.”
I didn't argue.
The dinner continued.
Then the check arrived.
She looked at it.
Then looked at me.
Then smiled.
“I think this is another important moment.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“What moment?”
“The moment where I see what kind of man you are.”
There it was.
The test again.