I own a Changan & I got it from Mikano and will recommend you buy from them. If you decide to order it yourself, please order plenty of oil filters along with the car and find a local service centre around you because Mikano won't service the car for you.
Mikano sells at 2x the manufacturer's price if not more and this is the usual retail price in other countries too. Check the price in Russia, Philippines etc. A simple google search will reveal the amount it's sold for in China
Once again, stop lying to people to get ahead.
You attached pictures from Mikano's showroom just like I did when I visited their showroom as well so that doesn't prove anything. Anybody can go to their showroom to take pictures and make videos.
I insist that there is no car you are bringing in for N45m that Mikano is selling for N90m+. It is a lie sir.
Market yourself and leave other people's businesses alone. Who will buy from you will buy from you irrespective of your price point. Its not like you are using N100k profit to sell your own. Your own profit runs into millions as well.
Moreover you do not offer the warranty and after sales support that Mikano offer so why are you talking about their pricing?.
Run your own model of business, market yourself and leave others alone. That is usually the honorable thing to do.
3. No shipping and customs palava, or waiting for a few months before you get your car, or getting defrauded in the process. If Mikano has the car, you pay and get it the same day or the next. No stress.
He is making valid point, but it is harder for Nigerians and I'll explain.
A Chinese neighbour told my Dad she needed N2billion naira loan and wanted to know how she could access it. My dad told her to go to the bank. She said the interest rate was too high that she would rather fly to China to get it at 2%. That is N40m on N2b
How do you compete with that? Most Nigerians don't have that leverage.
@Richfistingfun It’s a gross income of £54zk for doing nothing! Why the hell would anyone give that up to work and earn peanuts? Our Government is to blame for this mess!
The virus didn't start with human sexual contact... it crossed over from animals through a process called zoonosis. Decades ago, hunters in Central Africa came into direct contact with infected blood while processing chimpanzees carrying Simian Immunodeficiency Virus (SIV), which then mutated into HIV inside humans.
“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.”
― Khalil Gibran
A young man saw a young lady by the poolside of a hotel. She was looking so radiant, and his heart was seriously drawn to her. Everything in his soul stirred towards her. She was the lady he had never seen before, but whom his soul had always dreamt of and longed for. He was not shy; he was not a newbie at striking up conversations and getting to chat up or meet ladies.
But there are ladies who didn’t make his heart race, and then there is this lady who has held his heart captive. He could afford to be flippant with all the others but not with her. He had to get it right. It had to be perfect.
Then came a thought to him out of nowhere…” What if she came here to meet someone? What if she is on a date? What if she wanted to be by herself? What if she is in a long-distance relationship? What if she is expecting a friend? Or maybe her family was lodged in the hotel, and they will be having a family dinner? What if she is way out of his league? What if she is from another country and only came to the country for an event and would be returning in a few hours or days? What if she is married or engaged? What if she looked down on him or gave him the cold shoulder? What if she is engaged or married?
What if she is one of those ladies who hang around old rich men and has been brought to the hotel for a tryst?
She sat there and noticed someone was staring at her. Her heart raced. There was something about him that was so magnetic and compalling. She could sense he wanted to come over, and she prayed he would.
It was her birthday, and she brought herself out for a meal, hoping she would have a great time.
She was fine until she saw him.
As soon as she saw him, she suddenly began to crave company. His company.
She sat and hoped he could come over as she ordered herself a drink
He sat and kept his eyes on her like a hawk, but he didn’t make any move to come over to her.
The waiter brought her drink. She motioned to the waiter to ask him what he wanted to drink and if he would like to join her.
The waiter sauntered over and delivered her message.
He jumped out of his seat and rushed over to her.
She said “What were you waiting for?”
He said “I am sorry. I was overthinking”
They got married two years later.
This is what oftentimes happens in communication and miscommunication.
We overthink things so much that a perfectly natural “Good morning! And how are you today?” can turn into a death threat.
What if you are the kind of person, who reads meaning into every little word, gesture, or nuance?
Instead of replying in the same vein, if you were to ask yourself:
What does she mean?
She was smiling at me. Does that mean something? She didn’t smile at me like that last week!
She said ,” how are you today?” Does she know I was not sick, when I pretended to be, to get out of work last week?
And on and on, until a simple greeting is rendered sinister and unwelcome. And the next time you see this friendly, sociable person, you turn your back on her, or cross to the other side to avoid meeting her.
The person, seeing what you did, is hurt and mortified, wondering what she did to merit such a reaction. But do either of you talk it out, meet each other, discuss it? No. And so, one possibly beautiful friendship is nipped in the bud, not allowed to flower, owing to suspicion and overthinking.
How many times has this happened to you?
Take this scenario, for instance:
You sent someone a message on Whatsapp or DM on a friday
It’s a message that you took some time to write, and are rather proud of. You send it in, maybe, on the morning of Friday. The person you reached out to lives in another part of the world. Or was asleep.
Saturday and Sunday are usually busy for all people.
Friday goes by. Saturday passes. Sunday comes and goes. Your Monday morning is probably her Sunday night. And all the time, all the time, you are telling yourself, ‘He or she has ignored me or snubbed me or does not rate me or is proud and haughty or is full of himself or is a snob or i wrote rubbish or has screen grabbed it and would use it against me
And finally, you snap, and say, ‘all right! If you don’t want me, I don’t want you either! So there!”
You delete the message and grow resentful
And somebody on the other side of the world is wondering what you deleted
How many times have we been guilty of just such overthinking? And how many times have we broken off ties with bewildered people who don’t know what hit them, for no fault of theirs?
All it requires is to ask. To message. To send a ‘private note’. Isn’t it better to know than to let doubt multiply and cause misery? Often, there’s a perfectly plausible explanation.
All we have to ask is, ‘Have I done something wrong?’ Or even, ‘Is everything alright with you?’
Has this happened to you?
Were you ever at the receiving end of baseless suspicion?
Have you been guilty of overthinking yourself out of a good relationship? Have you suspected someone needlessly, and been too afraid, to ask, and find out the truth?
I was invited to preach in a foreign country
The protocol officers were supposed to take me straight to the hotel from the airport, but I wanted to see the church and get a feel of the auditorium without the crowd
It helps sometimes to take a walk around the auditorium while praying quietly before one ministers
Especially if you are led by the Holy Spirit to do so
So I told the protocol guys to take me to the church
When we got there, I told them to wait in the car while I took a walk within the main auditorium
They argued a bit, but eventually agreed that I would be fine by myself
I went to into the church auditorium and slowly began my silent prayer walk
When I got to the rear exit of the auditorium, I saw some very beautiful decorations
They were so beautiful and compelling to the point that I felt like touching them
I touched them and several of the carefully arranged flowers fell off
Ha! What sort of trouble is this?
I began to pick them up
A lady came out of nowhere and started helping me to pick them up
I apologised to her and said, "I am willing to pay for the damages, please help me fix this."
She gave me that bombastic side eye
Two other ladies arrived on the scene with brooms in their hands
They began to help pick the flowers and rearrange them
Out of the corner of my eyes, I realised I knew one of them
She was the wife of the pastor who invited me to his church to preach
Ha! Pastor's wife, I screamed
She also recognised me at the same time
Ha! Brother Gbenga, she screamed
What are you doing here with a broom in your hand? I asked
She looked at the other ladies, and they gave us some distance
She said, "I am trusting God for a child, and I made a vow to God that I will keep his house clean until he answers my prayers."
I looked at her intently and said "So you and two other ladies sweep this huge auditorium whenever you have a service?"
She said, "No, sir, they accompany me, but I sweep it all by myself everyday sir. I have been doing this for about six months now."
Wow!
I said, "So how do you get home and give bishop good sex after this sort of manual labour?"
She kept quiet.
I said, "In Jesus name, I relieve you of this vow.
Receive your babies now as a favour from the Lord."
She fell on her knees and shouted Amen.
I signalled the other ladies over and told them that their pastor's wife would no longer be sweeping the church daily.
Their faces lit up.
It must have been daily torture for both of them to watch her labour like that for six months.
The one who gave me a bombastic side eye before, took advantage of the situation and said, "Sir, I am also trusting God to provide me with a husband. I want to be married by this time next year, I am 35 years old sir"
I smiled and said, "For helping me out earlier, whatever you ask of the Lord has been given to you by the power of the Holy Spirit".
She also said Amen.
I prayed for the third lady, too.
The third lady was the Pastor's wife's younger sister. She knelt down so many times, thanking me for setting her and her sister free from the daily labour.
This is the good news I received a year later.
The pastor's wife delivered a set of triplets, the other lady got married and delivered a baby girl, while the pastor's wife's younger sister got married too and delivered a set of twins!
So much good news to share to the Glory of God
PS: I also learnt my lessons about touching decorations when I do my prayer walk.
I now keep my hands to myself.
-GSW-
Dear football,
Today, I want to share with you that this season will be my last as a professional footballer. After so many years living my dream, I feel it’s time to start a new chapter in my life.
Being honest, even though I have been preparing myself for this moment, I found it hard to write this letter. After 20 seasons , many people have played an important role in my career.
When I first kicked a ball as a child in Pamplona with my schoolmates, I never imagined the amazing journey ahead. I’m grateful for every moment: the wins, the tough losses, the challenges, and most of all, the people I’ve met and the friendships I’ve made along the way.
To my teammates, coaches, and every staff member at all the clubs I’ve been lucky to be part of, thank you for helping me grow as a person and a player every day. Wearing the shirts of CA Osasuna, Olympique Marseille, Chelsea FC, Atlético de Madrid, Sevilla FC, and representing my country at the biggest stages has been a true privilege. Every moment has meant so much to me…