Enugu State Governor Impregnates First Lady's Younger Sister (Page 2)

Date: 17-09-2011 11:00 pm (10 years ago) | Author: Daniel Bosai
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- maryclaret at 18-09-2011 01:03 AM (10 years ago)
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"...Igwe’s costed the state government a fortune..." Na wa for English...Odi egwu. In other news,.........If indeed this is true (and there is nothing shocking these days to me anyways), then shame on the so called governor. That's what they know how to do their anyways. Nothing is being done about the condition of the state. It's only to climb into the seat of authority and loot state funds in order to satisfy their greedy desires. While he's sending his mistress on expensive trips abroad, some people in his very own state can barely feed. Nonsense. It's only God that can deal with these selfish men and women in authority in Nigeria. I've asked the heavenly Father to please flush out all these useless people from all the high places they occupy. Time will tell!! So pissed!  Angry

Posted: at 18-09-2011 01:03 AM (10 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- Majestic3xd at 18-09-2011 01:06 AM (10 years ago)
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upon all d milion young guys, girl can even b wicked to d xtent of stabin n btrayin dia own blood sisters,for doin good n even sendin her abrod not bak 2dia vilage.. well d pathway tru wich u met a men he neva departs from it.. gez u were wishin n hapy to jump in2 a milionier home wen he divorced his other wife? now u can feel how d other divorced wife is feelin..lmfaooooot
Posted: at 18-09-2011 01:06 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- Majestic3xd at 18-09-2011 01:13 AM (10 years ago)
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i fink d girl is a bigger shame to folo true wen she knws d wife to d man is her sister n not a friend...men are always men n can b nasty somtimes but reasonable girls put dem right i gez.. d sister tryd 4her even sendin her abroad 2study yet dat dint satisfy her..she a stinkin ungreatful bitch my dear siter..
Posted: at 18-09-2011 01:13 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- brendivas at 18-09-2011 01:16 AM (10 years ago)
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A state governor you said? Some examples!
Posted: at 18-09-2011 01:16 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- estilizo at 18-09-2011 01:21 AM (10 years ago)
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Quote from: uwachi on 17-09-2011 11:52 PM
Dats what they called''Lust of the flesh''May God help us all,Father Lord i come against any women dat will break my marriage....
[/quote   LMAO.............AMEN OOOOO.

Posted: at 18-09-2011 01:21 AM (10 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- Majestic3xd at 18-09-2011 01:27 AM (10 years ago)
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Quote from: maryclaret on 18-09-2011 01:03 AM
"...Igwe’s costed the state government a fortune..." Na wa for English...Odi egwu. In other news,.........If indeed this is true (and there is nothing shocking these days to me anyways), then shame on the so called governor. That's what they know how to do their anyways. Nothing is being done about the condition of the state. It's only to climb into the seat of authority and loot state funds in order to satisfy their greedy desires. While he's sending his mistress on expensive trips abroad, some people in his very own state can barely feed. Nonsense. It's only God that can deal with these selfish men and women in authority in Nigeria. I've asked the heavenly Father to please flush out all these useless people from all the high places they occupy. Time will tell!! So pissed!  Angry
  i fink d girl is a bigger shame to folo true wen she knws d wife to d man is her sister n not a friend...men are always men n can b nasty somtimes but reasonable girls put dem right i gez.. d sister tryd 4her even sendin her abroad 2study yet dat dint satisfy her..she a stinkin ungreatful bitch my dear siter..
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- smithengal at 18-09-2011 02:08 AM (10 years ago)
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Moral decadence of a leader! May be there is no moral code to which people in leadership should abide by.
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- purityjustice at 18-09-2011 02:18 AM (10 years ago)
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the young lady is actually a fool, why did she allow the stupid governor to take advantage of her.
Posted: at 18-09-2011 02:18 AM (10 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- jeffyskin at 18-09-2011 02:28 AM (10 years ago)
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Left to Die

By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful businessman, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed. Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die.

 

The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out.

 

My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. “The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow,” he said. ‘”Your body isn’t fighting back.”

 

The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees — hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled.

 

For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By week’s end, I was listed in critical condition.

 

My Last Hope

 

In life, I’d been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. I’d been raised as a Moslem in London , England , and I understood Allah was not a god who heals.

 

My only hope was in medicine.

 

I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didn’t know I could hear them when they examined me. “His immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said.

 

“He’s dying,” the other confirmed. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”

 

I don’t have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t form the words. Then it hit me. He said I’m dying!

 

The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they said. “If by some miracle he lives, he’ll probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.”

 

Then they left.

 

They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. “God, if you’re real, don’t let me die!”

 

In His Presence

 

During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldn’t see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus.

 

The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasn’t Mohammed. I knew it wasn’t Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace.

 

“Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die?” I wondered.

Without words, he spoke to me. “I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

 

That’s all He said. He didn’t mention my illness. He didn’t mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone.

 

The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. “The blisters have stopped growing!”

 

“We don’t know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!”

 

The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave home,” the doctor cautioned. “It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do you’ll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.”

 

Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus’ presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened.

 

That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught?

 

At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus.

 

Learning to Live

 

The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God?

 

I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic — answering all of my questions. Before the show went off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart.

 

Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctor’s orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights.

 

Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.

 

Nasir and Anita SiddikiJesus, My Healer

 

One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body!

 

Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest.

 

None of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage.

 

My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I have the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , I also had the most miraculous recovery.

 

Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasn’t the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.

 

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Nasir Siddiki is the founder of Wisdom Ministries (WisdomMinistries.org). He lives in Tulsa , OK with his wife Anita and their two sons.
Posted: at 18-09-2011 02:28 AM (10 years ago) | Newbie
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- princeafes at 18-09-2011 02:37 AM (10 years ago)
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 Smiley :Dwhat is good for the chicken is also good for the hulk!
Posted: at 18-09-2011 02:37 AM (10 years ago) | Newbie
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- tarakhanali at 18-09-2011 02:42 AM (10 years ago)
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Not so holy a matrimony!
Posted: at 18-09-2011 02:42 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- maryclaret at 18-09-2011 03:05 AM (10 years ago)
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Quote from: jeffyskin on 18-09-2011 02:28 AM
Left to Die

By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful businessman, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed. Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die.

 

The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out.

 

My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. “The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow,” he said. ‘”Your body isn’t fighting back.”

 

The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees — hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled.

 

For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By week’s end, I was listed in critical condition.

 

My Last Hope

 

In life, I’d been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. I’d been raised as a Moslem in London , England , and I understood Allah was not a god who heals.

 

My only hope was in medicine.

 

I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didn’t know I could hear them when they examined me. “His immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said.

 

“He’s dying,” the other confirmed. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”

 

I don’t have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t form the words. Then it hit me. He said I’m dying!

 

The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they said. “If by some miracle he lives, he’ll probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.”

 

Then they left.

 

They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. “God, if you’re real, don’t let me die!”

 

In His Presence

 

During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldn’t see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus.

 

The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasn’t Mohammed. I knew it wasn’t Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace.

 

“Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die?” I wondered.

Without words, he spoke to me. “I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

 

That’s all He said. He didn’t mention my illness. He didn’t mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone.

 

The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. “The blisters have stopped growing!”

 

“We don’t know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!”

 

The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave home,” the doctor cautioned. “It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do you’ll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.”

 

Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus’ presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened.

 

That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught?

 

At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus.

 

Learning to Live

 

The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God?

 

I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic — answering all of my questions. Before the show went off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart.

 

Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctor’s orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights.

 

Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.

 

Nasir and Anita SiddikiJesus, My Healer

 

One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body!

 

Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest.

 

None of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage.

 

My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I have the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , I also had the most miraculous recovery.

 

Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasn’t the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.

 

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Nasir Siddiki is the founder of Wisdom Ministries (WisdomMinistries.org). He lives in Tulsa , OK with his wife Anita and their two sons.
Wow, just finished reading this and I'm in tears. Such a touching story. Wish you had put it on its own page instead of here but all the same, the message has been sent. Jesus, the Divine Healer.

Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:05 AM (10 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- jennypriceson at 18-09-2011 03:12 AM (10 years ago)
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Quote from: tarakhanali on 18-09-2011 02:42 AM
Not so holy a matrimony!

Not holy at all
Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:12 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- Ajento at 18-09-2011 03:16 AM (10 years ago)
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Can you imagine??? How low can Nigerian men stoop just because of sex?? With such a beautiful wife, what else could he be looking for??
Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:16 AM (10 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- Rosemerry at 18-09-2011 03:20 AM (10 years ago)
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Not fit to lead, if u ask me.
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- reymondokeze at 18-09-2011 03:23 AM (10 years ago)
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MY PEOPLE PLS LIVE THIS GUY AND THIS GIRL ALONE, NON OF US IS REALLY SURE OF THE FACT IN THIS STORY. i THINK ITS A FAMILY AFARE.
Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:23 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- dukkieson at 18-09-2011 03:39 AM (10 years ago)
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What a rascal 4 a governor!
Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:39 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- godwindave at 18-09-2011 03:43 AM (10 years ago)
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Strong man

Posted: at 18-09-2011 03:43 AM (10 years ago) | Upcoming
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- lilydarl at 18-09-2011 03:55 AM (10 years ago)
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 Shocked Hmm clara u caused it,you dont knw that men are unpredictable.Y did u bring ur sis into ur home??anyway may God give u the strength to overcome this situation cos the deed has already been done Roll Eyes
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- ammyjane at 18-09-2011 04:38 AM (10 years ago)
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Parents, pls make sure you guide your daughters very well or else governor go carry belle give all of them one after the other. pls be warned!!!!!!!
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