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Humor 5

Office Shenanigans. Beware of that worker that has been in the company long before every other person and even when people are leaving she refused to resign. It is cheaper for your boss to pay her salary than to install a CCTV camera. And some secretaries can be heartless tho’. They will be typing someone’s sack letter and when he …

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Humor 4

Hypocrisy is when you enjoy farting in private but you hold your nose when a lawma truck(waste collection truck) is passing. When a guy is suddenly forming fitfam, he may be broke. Read: Obi: Jay, make we go drink. Jay: guy, Na water sure pass o. All this alcohol they spoil liver. Obi: OK. Just catfish peppersoup. Jay: The cholesterol …

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Humor 3-

Dollar Palaver. If the dollar could talk, it would sue a lot of Nigerians for defamation of character. Just Imagine, the mummy in the next compound was eating rice with two pieces of meat but she told her 4 children to share one egg because ‘dollar is now expensive’. And a note of warning: Not everyone that says ‘how is …

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Little Power People 3- The Finale

Alani Alelojo visited Anuoluwapo Villa No. 12 Olukale Street, Isolu. He had been worried about the place. It is a well built house in a good location yet the rate at which students left the hostel was just too high.  His son Segun did not mind because a new tenant meant new agreement fees, which was his own share for being the care taker. His father though, thought differently. It is goodwill for the landlord when tenants stay long. He wasn’t a materialistic man either, he valued goodwill more. After all, he had been a recipient of such. It was not for nothing he named the hostel Anuoluwapo Villa meaning ‘God’s mercies are abundant’. He arrived very early one Saturday morning. He visited each tenant, tried to be friendly and fatherly. Majority were hostile, some even rude. He couldn’t understand why. Omoyeni’s room was the first on the left. So by starting with the first tenant on the right in a U-form manner, Mr. Alelojo visited Omoyeni last. He was the only one who welcomed him into his room. He offered both father and son drinks. Their discussion surprisingly was cordial. ‘My son, you seem to …

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Little Power People.

Segun was proud of his father. No, he was proud of his father’s house. I mean, how many of his father’s contemporaries and status could boast of a house how much more two! The first one, the family house is on the outskirts, far from town. A two-bedroom bungalow. The one here in town is very close to the university and has many tenants. What an edifice! It is a bungalow of ten face to face rooms. Caretaker. Landlord. Landlord’s son. Potential landlord. Call him whatever you like. His father entrusted the care of the house to him and a room for his accommodation. This responsibility, Segun handled with an iron fist. “This unifasity boys cannot come hia and do anyhow. Did their fada build house? I’m not a student like dem but I give dem house. Am I not senior?” Thus, if it so happened that your hostel is …

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Ivana was a most beautiful child. It was in her eyes. Her gaze was sharp but soft, pleasant and discerning. When your eyes met hers, she locked you in, in a way that touched your core. Adure beamed with pride over her daughter. In her, she saw the sister she never had, and vowed that they would be best friends. Chidubem loved …

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