ADVISE TO THE LADIES

Dear ladies,

Let me teach you how to show love to your guy.
Some of you ladies do not know how to show love to the guy you are dating. some ladies think that the only way to show a guy love is by having sex with him; that is why some ladies do not have anything to offer a guy except sex. Sex is not a prove of love. Don’t use sex to prove that you love a guy. As a lady, you can prove that you love a guy in the following ways:

1. Buy gifts for him. You can give him gifts of T-shirts, shoes, undies, singlets or even a phone if you have the money.

2. Take him out for lunch and pay his bills at least once in 2 months. It is not bad at all.

3. Send him some love text messages occasionally.

4. Give him phone calls daily at least once daily, ask him how he is doing and tell him that you love him.

5. Occasionally you can cook a delicious meal for him, maybe once in a week or once in two weeks, but not everyday like a housewife.

6. You can also help him financially when he is broke.

7. Take him out for shopping at least once in a year, you will not die.

8. Pray for him.

9. Advise him.

10. Help him to build a bright future.

I know some ladies will crucify me because of this post, but this is the ideal thing to do for your guy, not sex, sex sex.

Guys, Did I make sense?
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ADVISE TO THE LADIES

Dear ladies,

Let me teach you how to show love to your guy.
Some of you ladies do not know how to show love to the guy you are dating. some ladies think that the only way to show a guy love is by having sex with him; that is why some ladies do not have anything to offer a guy except sex. Sex is not a prove of love. Don’t use sex to prove that you love a guy. As a lady, you can prove that you love a guy in the following ways:

1. Buy gifts for him. You can give him gifts of T-shirts, shoes, undies, singlets or even a phone if you have the money.

2. Take him out for lunch and pay his bills at least once in 2 months. It is not bad at all.

3. Send him some love text messages occasionally.

4. Give him phone calls daily at least once daily, ask him how he is doing and tell him that you love him.

5. Occasionally you can cook a delicious meal for him, maybe once in a week or once in two weeks, but not everyday like a housewife.

6. You can also help him financially when he is broke.

7. Take him out for shopping at least once in a year, you will not die.

8. Pray for him.

9. Advise him.

10. Help him to build a bright future.

I know some ladies will crucify me because of this post, but this is the ideal thing to do for your guy, not sex, sex sex.

Guys, Did I make sense?
Kindly share this messages in at least 5 different Facebook groups

SAY NO TO JUNGLE JUSTICE

It was on a very hot Friday afternoon, the sun was almost roasting my skin out of my body. It was 2pm, I was going to my house from work. I waited patiently for bus to take me home, while I was waiting, i saw a young man between the age of 30-35years, properly dressed in white shirt stocked into his black plain trouser with a brown belt and brown shoe to complete his systematic arrangement, and i guess he was also waiting for bus, a lot of people were at that spot too. Soon enough, a long motorbus arrived and people starting moving into the motorbus, but then I was walking gently to the bus, admiring the color combination of this young man’s dressing also considering how dusty, dirty and scattered the environment was, with hoodlum (agboro) hanging here and there waiting for buses to come so they will load the bus and collect their normal 50naira. Then all of a sudden, a lady shouted, olé olé, thief, thief, catch am, he steal my money, see am, na thief, you steal my money
and you wan enter bus run, before you know it heavy slap from no where landed on his face. What did I do? He asked politely, you be thief the lady replied. Then those hoodlums picked wands of different sizes and started hitting him not minding his appearance. Tears was almost rolling down my eyes considering how dirty Dis guys hitting him and clean and orderly he was dressed. Bernard could not possibly be a thief judging him by appearance and look. So is you who thief peoples  property in this market?? Today you will see, someone shouted approaching him with Barton. His white was gradually changing color combination with stains of blood from his flesh and before he could understand what is
happening, he was already lying helplessly on that dirty ground, and gradually his shirts was flying out from his trouser and cutting down patch by patch. He stole my money, olé, olé, thief, give me my money, she was still lamenting. How much hin still from you madam?? One of the hoodlum asked. My five thousand, this man na thief. Then they searched him and found five thousand naira
and small small change, 100naira, 200naira and 50naira,. You see am?? This man na barrawo. The woman shouted. I can explain, please wait let me explain, Bernard pleaded exhaustingly, but the beating only increased because five thousand naira was found in his wallet, they were hitting him so hard that his flesh came out with the sticks as he wasgradually going naked. Arrrrh, arrrrh, let me explain, I did not steal her money, Bernard continue to lament as gradually his voice reduced. Arrrrh, arrrh, arrrrh he could nearly say a word
when they hit him stone and sticks. Chaii chaii, see fine boy, see how em dress like banker, dey steal. Na wetin fit am, said one woman as she watch from a distance. I get fuel, me I get tyre, if you leave am, him go steal again. Then Bernard was almost naked because, they condemned his cloth on his body and then he was exhausted, I couldn’t help but watch from one end of the road with heavy tears rolling down my eyes. Then I saw dirty people that could not afford 3² meal a day contributing 300niara per litre fuel and tyre. The tyre was placed on his head and body, they poured the fuel on him and then one matchstick was enough to end his life in pain. Arrrrrrrrrrh, Bernard shouted in great pain as he struggled to get up but was exhausted. Those hoodlums turned away one after another as the heat from the fire on Bernard’s body was getting high. Bernard was gradually turning into black smoke and people that watched from distance all went sorrowfully away, Bernard died slowly but painfully. The woman watched how Bernard was dying and she heared someone calling “mummy mummy” she turned and then saw her son junior running towards her and on reaching her he said loudly dragging the crowds attention, “mummy daddy say make I give you this 5000 naira, say him carry am
from ur bag. Eyes widened, jaw dropped and someone let out a cry “no be him steal the money oooo” but Bernard was just ash by then.
It was 9:00pm that day, Bernard’s wife( newly married with her 3months old baby boy) called her elder sis. Hello Ada, did you say Bernard came to shop today?? Yes, and I gave him five thousand to give to you, is he not back??? Oh my God, he’s not back. Where has he gone to?? My husband is not like that, he he had never returned this late before. Bernard’s wife replied with her baby in her hand. He will be back there, maybe he branched to see a friend. This is my story and it’s all fiction. It happens everyday in our country Nigeria.
JUNGLE JUSTICE IS NOT THE BEST OPTION, LET’S STOP
JUNGLE JUSTICE TODAY AND SAVE LIFE OF THE INNOCENT.
I SAY NO TO JUNGLE JUSTICE AND
IF YOU HAVE THE SPIRIT OF STEALING ASK GOD TO LIBERATE YOU FROM IT. ALSO PRAY THAT GOD SHOULD DELIVER YOU FROM FAMILIAR FACES AND UNFORSEEN CIRCUMSTANCES.
Please it is not enough for you to comment, if we all can share this post in all fbk pages and also ask our friends to share, imagine how far this message can go. Join in the fight against jungle justice, I would have been a victim but God used a complete family in the same community to save me. So please let’s make this go viral.
# isaynotojunglejustice
Remain blessed

YOU AND I ALONE

My wife, everyone has gone home. The music is quiet, the celebration is over. Our wedding was beautiful but it is now in the past. We have finished the wedding/marriage, it is now time to build our marriage. All that is left now is the two of us… What we will become tomorrow, starts from tonight. Our life is no longer the same.
There was a day you put on one red dress… You looked so beautiful in it. That Day I wanted to just touch you! We were in the Cinema and I was so tempted. I wanted to just take you inside the toilet and kiss you but I couldn’t. Guess what? Now I have you forever, I can do that everyday.
Before I take off your cloth and make love to you… let me tell you few things.
I have nothing to hide from you from this day. My phone, you can use it like your own. You can access my facebook, my twitter and my Instagram
From today, I have become a child. For the past five years of my life, I have been a man. I wake myself up in the morning, sometimes I go to bed hungry, I do things the way I want to. I come home whenever I want to but all that ends today. From today you become my mother, who will scold me when I come home late, a mother who will wake me up at six to go work, a mother who will ensure I don’t sleep hungry. I am glad I have a mother in you.
I hope you will be a good mother? Don’t be too harsh and I promise I won’t be too stubborn. Sometimes I will give you headache but I promise, I will also be the cure of every headache.
When my parents died, I looked after my brothers and sisters. I was like a father to them. So i will not have problem being a father to you.