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Just In: NNBA Registers Interests Of Over 5,000 Lawyers So Far

Olumide Akpata [photocredit: Nairametrics]

Less than a week after the announcement of its creation, over 5,000 lawyers have subscribed to the membership of the New Nigeria Bar Association (NNBA), Abdulbasit Suleiman, one of the conveners, has claimed.

The NNBA is a splinter group of the Nigeria Bar Association (NBA), whose formation was announced in the heat of a crisis among Nigerian…

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El-Rufai: AGF Move to Legalize Northern NBA Faction, And Other Stories

The New Nigerian Bar Association (NNBA) has written the Attorney-General of the Federation and minister of justice, Mr Abubakar Malami, over the crisis rocking the Nigerian Bar Association, NBA.

The NNBA informed the AGF of its decision to form the new body in a letter.

Some aggrieved northern members of the NBA had pulled out of the association, after the withdrawal of the invitation of…

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What to expect at NNBA 2019

What to expect at NNBA 2019 - a detailed sneak peek into the conference and the amazing speaker line-up!

Check out the video to learn more about what to expect at this year’s NNBA Conference!

There is still time to register for the conference! To register, please click HERE!

I look forward to seeing you all in Vegas!

Best,

Damion

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NEW NUT BUTTER ALERT

i think yellow is my color this year you know

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one hello from athens, where things are strange / and there’s a big window 

i’m living alone for the first time ever and i could barely lift my microwave from my car / still can’t figure out cable - only one foreign language channel is detectable / but my walls are less white than they were a week ago

two i’ve started a new journal too — well, almost / i have three pages to wrap up in my last one and that pesky new york entry to finish but that’s for another day another time

(hard to commit to a new one for three years - i haven’t found one that i’ve loved since beginning my last one / but settling is only a small bump in the road)

three i found out i was going to paris today - strange tidings, i know! after three years of studying the language i can’t tell you why i started / a lifelong fascination — kind of / and i get to put the language to good use / on american airlines — bon!

(she was a college student, by the way - what a payout that must’ve been)

four oh, and the cashew butter—

perhaps the most unique tasting one i’ve ever had / clearance closeout checkout boy scout

grand on sourdough / with blueberries / on anything, yes! 

five

the sludge on your teeth after eating a spoonful and the chia congeals / bliss ! heaven on earth 

oh, and the terrible coffee at buvez / that i drink for the four-seater table / will you help me fix my cable? wayfair red frames chop down the chair that wouldn’t fit in my apartment /

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new nut butter alert

it’s the summertime and i stretch my mosquito bitten legs out into the wild and yawn

—because the sun makes me sleepy

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summerhill as i’ve gotten older i’ve realized i cannot live in a place where there isn’t sun or greenery: it’s sick and silly but new york dulled me / where there’s undergrowth in georgia there’s wet concrete in the city 

(i think often about bethany cosentino moving from california to new york and lapsing into seasonal depression because of the weather - and even more so how she moved home and made a career out of making music that sounds and smells like sunshine) 

so the summer is my favorite season, though i sweat and overheat and get headaches so easily in the humidity. as june stretches on, i’ll spend less and less time outside and complain until no end about the weather - though i’ll be slick with sweat and covered in sweet seasonal comedones and smell like grass and propane, i’ll be content to be out of the winter and in the sun again — with one pale leg stuck in the front yard and another one in the darkness

there are so many quirks of the summer that i can’t stop thinking about — ripe strawberries and peaches! biweekly visits to la mejor de michoacan and the cookout drive-thru for fresh banana milkshakes; trips to the lake and cookouts and drinking diet cokes on patios in the shade; eating well and very much: grilled corn and grilled chicken, bowls of vinegar-soaked english cucumber and red onions, and many many spoonfuls of banana pudding eaten in secret

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eat me speak me as i’ve gotten older i’ve begun to enjoy grocery shopping more and more and i now find it to be a calming thing / a basket in hand i peel through aisles and study closeout prices, squeezing apricots to assess their ripeness and never buying them anyway / staring at tubs after tubs after tubs of yogurt all lined up congruently on refrigerated shelves / filling bulk baggies with raw almonds and stealing pieces out of the bag as i race to the frozen section / where i study flavors of full-fat gelatos and sorbets and try to convince myself to buy a pint instead of purchasing milkshake after milkshake from drive-thrus / where i’ll end my sweet trip by undercharging at self-checkout for pink lady apples

georgia grocery stores are so much better than those in florida, where publixes and winn dixies and walmart neighborhood marketplaces infest every four-way intersection. kroger is a fine fun fantastic thing and my absolute favorite place to be in the suburbs

my own vision of paradise is the disorderly quarter-aisle dedicated to damaged and discounted goods, where gluten free crackers and jars of ragu gather dust underneath industrial-grade light fixtures and you never know what you might find (the allure of thrifting clothing right there in your very own local grocery store, would you fucking believe it?)

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the verdict georgia grinders is expensive and i would’ve never purchased it if it wasn’t in the damaged goods section for half of its shelf price. i feel no more or less of a georgia transplant after eating my first spoonful of the overpriced honey roasted almond butter but do not regret inching towards overdraft for splurging on it

it tastes of nothing special or life-changing — it tastes normal, it tastes sweet. it’s chunky and goopy and has yet to emulsify with its own natural oil 

i was out of almond butter anyway (my squat plastic jar of kroger-brand crunchy almond butter was scraped clean — all that remained were hard chunks of nut and nothing else), and the crystallized honey cuts the paste-like tang that ruins most types

it’ll do

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new nut butter alert

pistachios, wood, and dust bunnies

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it’s been a weird crazy hectic big week in my life and somehow in my travels and many many things i’ve had to do i managed to try three different types of nut butter

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santa cruz organic creamy dark roasted peanut butter

the verdict reminiscent of hershey kisses and coffee grounds / dark rich burnt and browned / a new tang to twist my brain around

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once again crunchy roasted almond butter

i spent my monday morning doing stand-in work for a netflix series and came out a changed woman—a SUCKER, to be specific

while idling around the crafty room during first team’s turn to do the dirty work, my eyes landed on a glass jar of nut butter i’d recognized before from the aisles of kroger—ONCE AGAIN crunchy roasted almond butter 

how luxurious of a treat is organic almond butter on the crafty cart, especially when sitting among a sea of fig bars and rotting plums in limp fruit baskets. the other set i have worked on offered a sad jar of justin’s almond butter on their crafty cart—which was less of a commodity than charity work—where it rightfully sat untouched the entire time they filmed

for context, the price of the jar of almond butter was roughly 10% of my paycheck

lonely pistachio shells chunky nut butter is new ground for me, untapped and left untouched since gagging after eating one too many sunflower seed-stuffed peanut butter sandwiches in the second grade—a recipe i came up with at the ripe age of, like, seven 

one spark of culinary creativity led me to invent the entire market for crunchy peanut butter. i remember sitting in my kitchen in the childhood home i have the fondest memories of and grabbing a half-eaten sachet of sunflower seeds to try for the first time. i remember the seeds tasting like wood and dust bunnies—but my tiny dumb misled child brain led me to beg my grandmother to begin putting them in between the two limp slices of honey wheat bread she always put in my lunchbox

i grew sick of the concoction very quickly, and one afternoon out of the blue, i almost vomited all over the cafeteria floor after eating half of a rancid, seedy, woody sandwich. my grandmother—who volunteered at my elementary school at the time, left to go get me a happy meal instead, and i greedily ate it all up at the back of my classroom 

since then i have stayed far from crunchy nut butters—until the moment i dug a plastic spoon into the jar of once again without realizing that it was chunky. and what a pleasant surprise it was to behead the banana and find that the texture had changed and that i too have changed—that a whole new fun and exciting world has opened itself up to me, one rife with clumsily ground and pimpled pastes 

the verdict unsalted nut butter petrifies me / ruined by the horror justin’s sells on shelves / but an outlier you are / you and your blobs

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justin’s peanut butter sachets

my god—how awful peanut butter without salt is, and how foul of a substitute palm oil will always be

if a tasteless paste is all that’s left when you strip away the most crucial part of the peanut butter churning process, why would you do it in the first place!!!!! 

justin’s vanilla almond butter is a top-tier and top-shelf product, but his plain almond butter is a dreadful, bland nightmare—so i’m unsure why i thought his PEANUT BUTTER SPREAD would be any better. the peanut butter was gluelike, and in an attempt to determine if i liked it or not, i ate half of the packet without realizing it was unsalted. i concluded that it tasted like pistachio shells 

the only redeeming quality was its faintly chunky consistency, but even making that argument would be contrived. a more straightforward way to describe its consistency is that it was lazily ground. justin’s couldn’t even redeem himself on a level of smoothness—but then again, i don’t think he was intending to 

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new nut butter alert

she’s ready to roll and i have some thoughts

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the smoothest of operators sweeter than my smucker’s security blanket / but without the salt tang / the closest thing to ice cream that you can get in the nut butter domain

reservations i am sick and fear its taste will forever be ruined / branded forever as SORE THROAT FOOD / like mangoes planet smoothie and starfruit

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