I got the mobile contact of the officer in charge of passport at Festac Immigration Office, Lagos, Nigeria his contact is +2348022658441 or +2348054460198, name: Jimmy. call him for more enquries. 

O how delightfully are your words. And if I see the picture of you, I must think of Shulamith, as well as king Salomo described her so delightfully!  Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them. Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one link of your necklace. How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, and the scent of your perfumes than all spices! Your lips, o my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with pleasant fruits, fragrant henna with spikenard, spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices --  A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. THE SHULAMITE,  awake, o north wind, and come, o south! Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its pleasant fruits. THE BELOVED.
Our LORD Jesus may lead us into his righteousness. He is the King of truth and he will change the lie to truth. It's always very awfull to live in lie and I wish, that our LORD Jesus will open our hearts for HIS truth and all things in our life will grow well! And the truth wll make us free and will give our lifes the harmony and cheer. Let us adore HIM together to share HIS love.

In this love I'm thinking about you

Hallo Uli danke da bin ich einmal gespannt was ich als Antwort bekomme.