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THAT ONE TIME THAT THEY TRIED TO KILL ME
Hey beautiful AGJ readers….. its another episode of our story time on the channel. Today, I’m telling a story about ‘one chance’ vehicles….. WATCH BELOW: 👇 https://youtu.be/bvO2lesbUCs My ‘One Chance’ Story…🙏 watch, engage and share the link with your friends
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TALES OF WOE | HOW I FOUND CHRIST PART 2 – TRUE LIFE STORY
Things got worse at home after dad lost his job ( I only got to know about this five years later). I hated the gloominess and strife that had enveloped our home but cherished the serene, luxury and cheerful home I saw whenever I visited my Uncle and his family. It made me want to abandon my own family for theirs.............
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SATURDAY MORNING DILEMMA | NAIJA PALAVA
“Which kain wahala be this now? Person no fit get peace of mind for this compound again abi wetin? I do bad thing follow una live for this compound neh?” Mama K yelled?.....
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THE ‘I MUST HUSTLE BY FORCE’ MENTALITY | Chronicles Of An Abuja Road User #4
There's an adage in pidgin English which says "conny man die, conny man bury am". If you're Nigerian or have relations with Nigerians then you must have heard or probably spoken these words yourself! So in this episode, the 'conny men' were myself and this funny taxi driver! See how I'm already typing away, hian!........
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ONE WAY ACTION FILM | Chronicles Of An Abuja Road User #3
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Okay….this has got to be the best movie I’ve seen lately….One Way Action Film) One blow, seven akpoos…..hahaha. It was funny, annoying, hilarious and intriguing all at the same time. Oh, I remember what’s it’s called now…..mixed feelings. All I keep saying whenever I remember the incident is, “Na wa ooo. People get mind o. Chei!”. Read on and let me know what you think about this young man… So I had traveled to Imo State for a brief assignment and decided to travel back to ‘the Buj’ (Lolz…that’s the new slang for Abuja o. Lasgidi is to Lagos as the Buj is…
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“CLOSE GINI?” | CHRONICLES OF AN ABUJA ROAD USER #2
Have you recently heard that local slang which says, ‘I can’t come and kill myself’? I’m sure you have and that phrase is a perfect definition of my experience In Chronicles of an Abuja road user today. It’s one of those days that makes me think of going into 40 days dry fasting or just ‘gathering liver’ and visiting one ‘babalawo’ to give me the mumu button of one senator just so I can have a car of my own. While you’re laughing at my fantasies, just hear my story then judge for yourself too. Lol….. On this faithful day, I was in high spirits as I locked…
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OH NO!!! | CHRONICLES OF AN ABUJA ROAD USER #1 | Abujagirlsjournal
Chroicles OF An Abuja Road User – Episode 1 I just rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh of frustration at the okada man that was conveying me to my busstop. “Like seriously? God, you know I hate to enter this kind of okada o…..hian!”. I should have seen the signs earlier and of course, I did see the signs but chose to ignore my instincts ( I tend to do this a lot…what about you?) So I’m starting a new series called ‘chronicles of an Abuja road user’ where I’ll be sharing my experiences and that of other road users in Abuja per time. Let me know…
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My Eclipsed Scars & How I Found Christ – Part 2
Three months after we had settled in our new home, a 3-bedroom apartment, we joined the closest Catholic Church and everything began to follow the usual routine again. Mum joined the C.W.O of that parish, my elder brothers joined the Rosary Brigade Guide & an O’ War while I joined the Block Rosary Crusade in preparation to receive the First Holy Communion. How I looked forward to that day. I dreamt about it a lot – walking down the aisle in my white dress, my palms held together in front of me as i knelt in front the Priest (giggles…). Every Catholic child always looked forward to that titillating experience. I don’t…
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Monster Love – Part 1
By: Handsome Okwu In his embrace was comfort and protection. I have known him since I came forth, when my mind was plain and without intention. He was my hero and the very first word my mouth could echo. Five was the year he explained how much he loved me. A demonstration of his undying love was a kiss, a gentle touch as I stood there confused of my emotions. “Tell no one how much daddy loves you or else he would stop loving you.” These were his words that turned me a fool. 15 was the year Mama traveled for three months on church mission. My lover came to…
