@kudahelp_ng Your customer support is the slowest I’ve had to experience in the history of Electronic Banking. How can a transaction be pending for 5 days??? Support said give 24-48hr… this is day 5 and nothing has been resolved. God forbid Kuda bank.
Ticket ID is: SP-2831390
@rirahcreates Hello @rirahcreates. Just saw the video using the link you posted. I must say it was quite educating. I now have another YouTube channel to keep me busy. Keep it up....
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2021, I gained admission to study Environmental Science at Ekiti State University.I was the only student in my department.
I had no coursemate.
I attended lectures alone, did assignments and projects alone. I wrote tests alone, I sat alone for exams. God held my hands from 100-400lvl.
I remember writing 10 exams alone in 300 level during my SIWES period. Ten exams in one semester.
I heard the word "unserious" too many times. But I didn't give up.
Look at me today, I'm now a GRADUATE.
What God cannot do does not exist.
EKSU graduate of Bsc Environmental Science celebrates.
This guy was the most dangerous out of all of them.
He pointed a gun at me and kept threatening me like my life meant nothing. He’s the same one that hit me with the gun, shocked my body, beat me, and even slapped me from behind when I didn’t see it coming.
Out of everyone there, he was the most aggressive. The most dangerous.
He needs to be stopped!!! He is evil!!!
@PoliceNG@PoliceNG_CRU
SECURITY ALERT 🚨🚨🚨🚨
If this appears on your timeline, repost to save a soul.
If you’re traveling from the South, West, or East to the North and it’s past 7pm, please find a hotel in Kabba and spend the night.
If you’re traveling from the North to the South, East, or West and it’s past 7pm, kindly look for a hotel in Lokoja to sleep.
The Obajana–Kabba road is very dangerous to travel on at night, so please avoid taking that risk.
One of the most dangerous road in Kogi now is Obajana-Oshokoshoko
A mutual got debited of 395,424 from her GT bank account for no reason.
She mailed them and was told it will take up to 40-90 days for it to be resolved.
No good respond, no transparency and how it was taken out..
Today she went to the bank and the only good thing they could tell her was that there's nothing they can do..
She was told that even if she likes,let her sleep in rhe bank.
They also told her she was the one that used the money.
She didn't initiate the transaction but GT bank claimed she had used her ATM card to make the transaction..
Since you GT bank claimed the ATM card was used, why not should her the evidence?
At least provide evidence indicating it was through the ATM that the money was deducted..
The nonchalant and "you will do nothing" attitude here is top-notch..
If it was a well known person or a rich person, I am very sure they will try to protect their bank and solve the issue at once..
Please let's create awareness for her so she can recover her Money..
Let's make this known to everyone..
If you have experienced this with any bank, please this is your chance to call them out..
This is the best Time to call them out.. don't air this please..
GT bank refund @AdageorgeA her money please!!!
@Admiral_Cyborg You did absolutely well. Thank you for bringing this to public notice, at least some persons are now aware of their gimmicks. Lest I forget, good riddance to bad rubbish.
One of the many insults Africans endure in foreign lands is provocatíve generalisation.
I encountered it during a lecture.
The topic was dietary assessment.
The lecturer, a Japanese, was explaining how different populations are assessed, how data is collected.
Pictorial slides of different methods across countries appeared on the screen.
They were super clean; bright kitchens with well lit dining tables. Plates arranged neatly, portions measured with clean, washed hands.
Then the next slide came up:
Children with dark skin adorned in dirty torn clothes, bare feet on muddy ground. A dirty and unwashed hand measuring food with Plates that looked like they hadn’t seen soap in days.
Nothing in the picture was allowed dignity.
This, we were meant to understand, was Africa.
I looked around in shock and everyone was nodding and writing down heaven knows what.
The lecturer continued speaking. She talked about challenges, limitations, developing regions.
But the slide remained.
I raised my hand and asked if I could make an addition. She nodded.
I cleared my throat ceremoniously and began, ‘This slide here is misleading. Africa is not a place of dirt and neglect. One image cannot define an entire continent.’
I saw the surprise on their faces but I continued on the spree.
I talked about urban Africa. Middle class households. Supermarkets. Standardised dietary tools. Public health surveys that look nothing like that image.
I asked why deprivation was the default visual language. Why dirt had to explain Africa. Why complexity was ignored.
The lecturer nodded and said it was just an example, and that the intention wasn’t offensive.
She changed the slide immediately and the lecture moved on.
We had a presentation coming up the following week. I had spent hours preparing slides and notes.
On the day of the presentation, each student came up, spoke, and at the end received polite and hearty accolades.
It was my turn.
I hurried through the main points.
I didn’t linger on what everyone expected. Then I came to the slide I had saved for last.
I asked the lecturer to please zoom it. She did and the picture filled the screen.
It was unpleasant. A neglected urban area in Japan, where the lecturer came from.
Broken pavements. Graffiti everywhere. Garbage piling on the sides. A few children standing around, scruffy and unkempt. A woman sitting near what looked like an overflowing bin.
I let the image settle for a moment.
‘This,’ I said, ‘is how Asia in all its glory looks. It is a perfect example of public service neglect.’
I paused to measure the look on her face. And yes, it was exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I continued.
‘You’ll notice the dirt. The disorder. The environment left to itself. The people living in it. It has become a way of life in Asia.’
And with that, my presentation came to a conclusion. I walked briskly back to my seat.
No applause came. Not like the others received. And that was fine.
Because this wasn’t about praise.
It was about making the point sink.
Chukwuemeka Onyemachi.