tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461468869680748122024-03-13T17:16:24.279+01:00Guguru FMThe spot for unusual Information with the rare tonic of accuracy, truth, and responsibility.Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.comBlogger345125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-8833723244297607772020-09-14T01:31:00.002+01:002020-09-14T01:31:14.854+01:00Freeze And The Pastors: Pastor Gbolahan Ayodeji Throws Rare Advice<p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Freeze And The Pastors: Pastor Gbolahan Ayodeji Throws Rare Advice</b></p><p>In the midst of the growing tension and flaring of Pastors in response to the acts and words of Freeze, a popular Nigeria broadcaster, an unassuming Pastor recently via a Facebook post on his page, gave a comprehensive insight into the whole issue. Although he didn't particularly mention that he was referring to the issues on the ground, it won't be out of place to imagine where his inspiration is from. Here is what he wrote on Facebook,</p><p><b>Kingsley Momoh reports from Lagos</b></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orAwAOb08MM/X165klLq0EI/AAAAAAAAZsY/BNkOa8mH36UH-b413D83PsSrJSlP4-dOgCNcBGAsYHQ/s960/100472509_3284509018248211_5941212777199697920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orAwAOb08MM/X165klLq0EI/AAAAAAAAZsY/BNkOa8mH36UH-b413D83PsSrJSlP4-dOgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/100472509_3284509018248211_5941212777199697920_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Pastor Gbolahan Ayodeji<br /></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">ACCUSATION is one of the SUBTLE trap and TACTIC the ENEMY uses against the Church (Revelations 12:10). That is the devil's major and primary assignment.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">GOD never accuses His Children, never! He outrightly frowns at Sin and convicts the believer to be reconciled to Him. Interestingly, he never accuses brethren to brethren as well(John 8:1-11).</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">One simple definition of ACCUSATION is condemning the flaws of your fellow brethren. If God doesn't condemn as we sometimes do, then<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"> we have no right under heaven to condemn whosoever might have gone astray, the situation not withstanding (Hebrews 9:27, Romans 14:4, Romans 8:34).</span></p><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6px;">The devil accuses(Revelations 12:10) but Jesus intercedes(Romans 8:34).</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">ACCUSATION no doubt is a bait the devil employs to disunite the Church. It is common to see brethren accusing brethren, children accusing their parents, husbands accusing their wives, the young accusing the old, members of a congregation accusing their pastor, all these ought not to be!</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">Let's stop helping the devil fulfill His mandate by accusing ourselves.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">To stop the virus of ACCUSATION from spreading in our congregation or family, the following snippets may be helpful;</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">1. We must daily intercede for one another( Exodus 17:10-12, 1Timothy 2:1-4).</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">2. We must avoid party Spirit and division by all means. To add verisimilitude, continual fellowship with the Saints is crucial. (Hebrews 3:13, Hebrews 10:25, Matthew 12:45)</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">3. We must ask God for thorough cleansing and purging as a Church or as a family by confessing the misdemeanor of ACCUSATION (2 Chronicles 7:14-15).</p></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-15682997621998418582020-08-17T15:14:00.004+01:002020-08-17T15:14:27.167+01:00Diri Sacked As Bayelsa GovernorThe electoral tribunal in Bayelsa statd has faulted the swearing in of the PDP candidate and governor of the Bayelsa and has asked iNEC to conduct a fresh election in 90 days.
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-2869614050687971222020-08-08T20:41:00.004+01:002020-08-09T20:28:40.927+01:00One Year After; Success Adegor Says The Promises Made To Her Were Fake<p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #7f7f7f;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f7f7f;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQWqtP2VDws/Xy7_sTzj8MI/AAAAAAAAY9A/Kh3CfAXqJuopBf7ATZymr5aqoy-RauCHwCNcBGAsYHQ/s471/Success.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="440" height="736" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQWqtP2VDws/Xy7_sTzj8MI/AAAAAAAAY9A/Kh3CfAXqJuopBf7ATZymr5aqoy-RauCHwCNcBGAsYHQ/w688-h736/Success.jpg" width="688" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #7f7f7f;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">
<span style="color: #7f7f7f;"><span style="font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">You should remember the girl called Success Adegor of the social media video "the beating go tire" fame.</span></span></span></p><div data-block="true" data-editor="6hgld" data-offset-key="9a2ku-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #7f7f7f; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9a2ku-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="9a2ku-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">It's a year since the video went viral and the attendant effect it had on the public. However, it seems things didn't go the way the media made it look and this video was made to that effect.</span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6hgld" data-offset-key="81v5s-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #7f7f7f; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="81v5s-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="81v5s-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6hgld" data-offset-key="n7tn-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #7f7f7f; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="n7tn-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="n7tn-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">What do you think? Is it a case of ingratitude and a sense of entitlement. or a case of putting the situation as it is to prevent wrong impressions?</span></div><div><span data-offset-key="n7tn-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span data-offset-key="n7tn-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Click <a href="https://youtu.be/xqJSqMNWOGE" target="_blank">here</a> to watch the video.</span></div></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-27443214356641778122020-08-06T00:23:00.003+01:002020-08-08T20:42:55.868+01:00Many Ignoble Professionals Practice Journalism In Nigeria - Kingsley Momoh<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ifeanyi Obi - Nigeria</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSjKrEQ34Os/Xys8lisso6I/AAAAAAAAY8A/2Zjzk04iaGo-nN0pRpZRKRsGoBhQvIFsQCNcBGAsYHQ/s731/45614052_10156147565447830_8390226824713469952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px;"><img alt="Kingsley Momoh" border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSjKrEQ34Os/Xys8lisso6I/AAAAAAAAY8A/2Zjzk04iaGo-nN0pRpZRKRsGoBhQvIFsQCNcBGAsYHQ/w630-h640/45614052_10156147565447830_8390226824713469952_n.jpg" title="KIngsley Momoh" width="630" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Chief executive officer of Guguru FM, Kingsley Momoh has described the state of journalism in Nigeria as one of the major reasons most Nigerians are still living in poverty. The media entrepreneur whose career has spanned nearly two decades said that the media has been carefully hijacked and castrated under the orchestration of politicians.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He made his thoughts known during an interview session organized by a religious-based youth group that seeks to understand the importance of various professions. Momoh while reacting to some of the questions told the listeners that true journalism in Nigeria is in a state of coma, he said that "there are some noble professions that are being practiced by a lot of ignoble professionals: journalism is one of them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Momoh who is a 2019 fellow of the Bisi Alimi Foundation told the young audience that although technologically Nigeria is improving, the real deal journalism is known for has long been thrown into the grave of history; maybe awaiting a resurrection by true democrats and leaders.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He noted that there are so many issues journalism could have brought to the fore as part of its status as agenda-setting machinery. However, the media in Nigeria seems to be blind, deaf, and dumb and is the follower of the agenda set by the politicians and money bags in society.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He pointed at the recent probe of the activities of the ministry of the Niger Delta and the NDDC as a clear example of how the responsibilities of journalism in Nigeria was thrown to the politicians to dictate. The Jattu, Etsako born journalist said that until the media is truly professional in Nigeria, bad politicians will continue to treat the people poorly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Momoh who is a former editor of BOS Magazine and Castles Magazine noted that despite all the negatives about journalism practice in Nigeria, there are a good number of those who have been trying to play the roles to the best they can in the circumstances available in the country. Some have resorted to reducing the potency of their skills because as the saying goes "Man must wack" while the others who are still adamant in playing according to the tenets are being made described as paid activists and painted in other negative descriptions.</div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-49068453746858497202020-07-24T01:27:00.001+01:002020-08-08T20:43:47.264+01:00Police Arrest MenDehumanizing Woman In Viral Video<p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify;"><font size="5"><b>RE: VIRAL VIDEO – ALL PERSONS INVOLVED IDENTIFIED, 2 ARRESTED.</b></font></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 6px;"><font size="5"><br /></font></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 6px 0px;"><font size="5">Following investigations into the dehumanizing treatment of a female citizen as shown in a viral video on Wednesday, 22nd July, 2020, the Nigeria Police Force have identified three (3) police officers and one (1) civilian accomplice who participated in the unprofessional act.</font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font size="5"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTZy1mTaeEo/Xxoqq30O_zI/AAAAAAAAY6k/UsBqW0eBFqs6nPzdzm5Ar0RxsJJBg2YTACNcBGAsYHQ/s322/Nigeria_Police_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="322" data-original-width="308" height="781" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTZy1mTaeEo/Xxoqq30O_zI/AAAAAAAAY6k/UsBqW0eBFqs6nPzdzm5Ar0RxsJJBg2YTACNcBGAsYHQ/w749-h781/Nigeria_Police_logo.jpg" width="749" /></a></font></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 6px 0px;">Two (2) suspects, ASP Tijani Olatunji and Inspr Gboyega Oyeniyi have been arrested for their role in the discreditable conduct and incivil<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">ity to a member of the public. They are currently being detained at the Lagos State CID detention facility, Panti, Yaba.</span></p><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6px;">Preliminary investigations show that the policemen who are attached Area ‘A’ Command, Lion Building, Lagos, were on legitimate investigation activities to Ibadan, Oyo State where the incident took place.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">Effort is being intensified to arrest the two other accomplices. Meanwhile, appropriate disciplinary procedure will be initiated as soon as investigations are concluded.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">DCP FRANK MBA<br />FORCE PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICER<br />FORCE HEADQUARTERS<br />ABUJA<br />23rd July, 2020</p></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-28697714904293088122020-07-23T16:58:00.002+01:002020-07-23T17:02:27.250+01:00Akpabio Fails To Respond - Gbajabiamilla<p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify;"><font size="5"><b>The speaker of the house of representatives, Femi Gbajabiamilla released a statement Thursday afternoon as a follow up to the ultimatum issued to the minister of Niger Delta Affairs to substantiate his claim that contracts were awarded to members of the house of representatives.</b></font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font size="5"><b><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSPDIkWMek0/XxmzXTdsgUI/AAAAAAAAY6Q/r260t5rrlcEX0AdIgMTGWTxOyXEOfOsDQCNcBGAsYHQ/s600/44b6608bcfa0374db56fd62e6dc1787a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="600" height="489" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSPDIkWMek0/XxmzXTdsgUI/AAAAAAAAY6Q/r260t5rrlcEX0AdIgMTGWTxOyXEOfOsDQCNcBGAsYHQ/w781-h489/44b6608bcfa0374db56fd62e6dc1787a.jpg" width="781" /></a></b></font></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify;"><font size="5"><br /></font></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify;">Last Tuesday I issued a 48-hour ultimatum to the Minister of Niger Delta Affairs to substantiate his allegation that over 60% (sixty percent) of contracts awarded by the Niger Delta Development Commission (NDDC) went to members of the National Assembly. I said then that the Honourable Minister owed it to himself and the country to provide evidence to support these serious allegations.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: justify;">The Honourable Minister has failed to respond to my request. Therefore, I must conclude tha<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">t his statement intended solely to gaslight the nation to avoid accountability for the evident maladministration and malfeasance in the Niger Delta Development Commission (NDDC).</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjOiBfGFgLM/Xxm0fbSiMNI/AAAAAAAAY6Y/ml260bBjERM16TZjoIl1NW7cStm-DyAdgCNcBGAsYHQ/s600/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="600" height="530" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjOiBfGFgLM/Xxm0fbSiMNI/AAAAAAAAY6Y/ml260bBjERM16TZjoIl1NW7cStm-DyAdgCNcBGAsYHQ/w781-h530/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><p></p><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify;">In my time in the House of Representatives, I have held every leadership position from Minority Whip, through to Minority Leader, Leader of the House (Majority Leader), and now Speaker. I recognize that the House has not always lived up to the high expectations of the Nigerian people. As much as we still have a lot to do in that regard, I refuse to sit here in good conscience and allow anyone to assassinate the character of the House in an attempt to deflect accountability for their conduct in office. Such mendacity as was witnessed at the public hearing will not be tolerated from anybody no matter how highly placed.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: justify;">This morning, I asked the Clerk of the House of Representatives to engage the services of legal counsel, and instruct them to initiate a criminal complaint of perjury against the Minister. At the same time, we will instruct counsel to explore the possibility of a civil defamation suit against the Minister.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: justify;">The House of Representatives is a public trust placed in our care for the duration of our term in office. We must prove ourselves worthy of this public trust or risk the censure of history.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px; text-align: justify;">Therefore, we will resist every attempt to undermine this institution, whether such attempts come from within or from outside. This House will live up to the highest expectations of the Nigerian people. This is our commitment, and we will not fail.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">God bless you all and God bless the Federal Republic of Nigeria.</span></div><p></p></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-12177464188597597972020-07-20T04:04:00.001+01:002020-07-20T04:04:07.221+01:00Who Be The Man by Kcmomoh<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SgbkqxZgz3s" width="459"></iframe>Award-winning Nigerian journalist, Kingsley Momoh shows off his gospel minister side.Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-19341855605642326072020-07-18T01:44:00.000+01:002020-07-18T01:44:28.683+01:00PHOTO: Tired Not LazyShot by Kingsley Momoh - Lagos, Nigeria.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The fact that I said I needed rest doesn't mean I am lazy! I am only trying to rejuvenate!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgRJPZ4Wsds/XxJFwvwz21I/AAAAAAAAY5Q/B9F6-a2McYEUuInPK3Q4i7bEyCkMmTTbgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/DSCN2640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1405" data-original-width="2048" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BgRJPZ4Wsds/XxJFwvwz21I/AAAAAAAAY5Q/B9F6-a2McYEUuInPK3Q4i7bEyCkMmTTbgCNcBGAsYHQ/w625-h430/DSCN2640.JPG" width="625" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-89072392381165837562020-07-18T01:32:00.000+01:002020-07-18T01:32:19.700+01:00Photo: No TIme To Wait For Change<div><br /></div>Shot by Kingsley Momoh - Kosofe, Ketu Lagos<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Danfo conductors are usually aggressive and reputed for always claiming that they do not have the change to give the passengers who planned to pay with higher denominations. The man in this pic is searching for the exact amount to pay the water hawker. No time to wait for change...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvTQweUoRc/XxI6VeCnQYI/AAAAAAAAY5E/5DQUvo05rXMqMD92mPNm21yp9pC20ffjwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/RSCN2745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="469" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvTQweUoRc/XxI6VeCnQYI/AAAAAAAAY5E/5DQUvo05rXMqMD92mPNm21yp9pC20ffjwCNcBGAsYHQ/w625-h469/RSCN2745.JPG" width="625" /></a></div></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-75695392816362537492020-07-15T05:21:00.001+01:002020-07-15T05:21:15.742+01:00Nigeria’s First Female Combat Helicopter Pilot Dies From Road Accident<div class="_5pbx userContent _3576" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-testid="post_message" id="js_5gw" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 6px;"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_5f0e824cbb34a8979531198" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">Flying Officer Tolulope Arotile, the first-ever female combat helicopter pilot in Nigeria, is dead. She was barely 23 years of age.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">Arotile died as a result of head injuries sustained from a road traffic accident at Nigerian Air Force (NAF) Base Kaduna.</p><div class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 6px;">Her death came barely a year after she was winged as a combat helicopter pilot in the Air Force following the completion of her course in South Africa.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NGV1CBfvcg/Xw6DlS18kfI/AAAAAAAAY3w/nMRsj_L916k2tClVL8XSiqxNLF2Xwm2mQCNcBGAsYHQ/s960/108004231_2609799899336802_7074882179162406966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="520" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NGV1CBfvcg/Xw6DlS18kfI/AAAAAAAAY3w/nMRsj_L916k2tClVL8XSiqxNLF2Xwm2mQCNcBGAsYHQ/w781-h520/108004231_2609799899336802_7074882179162406966_n.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><p></p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">Confirming the accident, NAF Director of Public Relations and Information, Air Commodore Ibikunle Daramola, said until her death, Flying Officer Arotile, who was commissioned into the NAF in September 2017 as a member of Nigerian Defence Academy Regular Course 64, was the first-ever female combat helicopter pilot in the service.</p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">He said: “During her short but impactful stay in the service, late Arotile, who hails from Ife in Ijumu Local Government Area of Kogi State, contributed significantly to the efforts to rid the North Central States of armed bandits and other criminal elements by flying several combat missions under Operation GAMA AIKI in Minna, Niger State.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOyxeNXSjes/Xw6D_ZGyd4I/AAAAAAAAY4c/dhK-3jkU-fI4Dk81mrYEsLiofMDFeYAVQCNcBGAsYHQ/s960/108148134_2609799876003471_5229502207671604652_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="960" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOyxeNXSjes/Xw6D_ZGyd4I/AAAAAAAAY4c/dhK-3jkU-fI4Dk81mrYEsLiofMDFeYAVQCNcBGAsYHQ/w781-h518/108148134_2609799876003471_5229502207671604652_n.jpg" width="781" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Add caption<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlRUwGPFW1Y/Xw6D-DlU4fI/AAAAAAAAY4Q/24LIcDL3LGIqIjO452v-jbOK524_U7twQCNcBGAsYHQ/s960/108018585_2609799889336803_4952867702995556254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="960" height="810" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlRUwGPFW1Y/Xw6D-DlU4fI/AAAAAAAAY4Q/24LIcDL3LGIqIjO452v-jbOK524_U7twQCNcBGAsYHQ/w1220-h810/108018585_2609799889336803_4952867702995556254_n.jpg" width="1220" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jk8a-vjX18/Xw6D-MD48YI/AAAAAAAAY4U/xw9M-EqkmcwMzlaSgLuXNxuPzi4zUV58gCNcBGAsYHQ/s1080/107975169_2609799892670136_5575242616015658719_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="520" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jk8a-vjX18/Xw6D-MD48YI/AAAAAAAAY4U/xw9M-EqkmcwMzlaSgLuXNxuPzi4zUV58gCNcBGAsYHQ/w781-h520/107975169_2609799892670136_5575242616015658719_o.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcCbu8Vy3ak/Xw6D-PrRuwI/AAAAAAAAY4Y/LPZ1svrzaBIQr-g6RtHUYMSiKDKX8MRngCNcBGAsYHQ/s960/107967394_2609799902670135_3146419530890936581_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="960" height="655" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcCbu8Vy3ak/Xw6D-PrRuwI/AAAAAAAAY4Y/LPZ1svrzaBIQr-g6RtHUYMSiKDKX8MRngCNcBGAsYHQ/w976-h655/107967394_2609799902670135_3146419530890936581_n.jpg" width="976" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="font-family: inherit; margin: 6px 0px;">“The Chief of Air Staff, Air Marshal Sadique Abubakar, on behalf officers, airmen, airwomen and civilian staff of the NAF, commiserates with the family of late Flying Officer Arotile over this irreparable loss. We pray that the Almighty God grant her soul eternal rest.”</p></div></div></div><div class="_3x-2" data-ft="{"tn":"H"}" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div data-ft="{"tn":"H"}" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="mtm" style="font-family: inherit; margin-top: 10px;"><div class="_2a2q _65sr" style="font-family: inherit; height: 500px; margin-left: -12px; margin-right: -12px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; width: 500px;"><a ajaxify="https://web.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2609799882670137&set=pcb.2609799986003460&type=3&__tn__=HH-R&eid=ARAFFYO_oEeDIvGWCecNbSHBdgKiM0Q4QkIPa2c_YmQTG1xlx2y61kqDUGLIEiub-yFm3R_eMZodDtD1&size=1080%2C720&source=13&player_origin=unknown" class="_5dec _xcx" data-ploi="https://scontent.flos1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/107975169_2609799892670136_5575242616015658719_o.jpg?_nc_cat=100&_nc_sid=110474&_nc_eui2=AeG2i6ZQn8eVRA2vUeScU2WLxazz7Y5VZzHFrPPtjlVnMX-ZnSYNV6UfMJzVlf8h3_s&_nc_ohc=kh0WTz6_KH4AX-yeKIV&_nc_ht=scontent.flos1-1.fna&oh=f4526b94e572a0cdc738b23bf8664562&oe=5F355FC4" data-plsi="https://scontent.flos1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-0/p640x640/107975169_2609799892670136_5575242616015658719_o.jpg?_nc_cat=100&_nc_sid=110474&_nc_eui2=AeG2i6ZQn8eVRA2vUeScU2WLxazz7Y5VZzHFrPPtjlVnMX-ZnSYNV6UfMJzVlf8h3_s&_nc_ohc=kh0WTz6_KH4AX-yeKIV&_nc_ht=scontent.flos1-1.fna&_nc_tp=6&oh=e72e5508fc9793c3e1eef405059550fd&oe=5F33604A" data-render-location="newsstand" href="https://web.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2609799882670137&set=pcb.2609799986003460&type=3&__tn__=HH-R&eid=ARAFFYO_oEeDIvGWCecNbSHBdgKiM0Q4QkIPa2c_YmQTG1xlx2y61kqDUGLIEiub-yFm3R_eMZodDtD1" id="u_fetchstream_21_b" rel="theater" style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; display: block; font-family: inherit; height: 249px; left: 0px; position: absolute; text-decoration-line: none; top: 0px; width: 249px;"></a></div></div></div></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-69288212225398973942020-07-09T14:12:00.005+01:002020-07-15T01:05:46.119+01:00Ex-Cop involved in George Floyd's Murder On Bail Accosted<div><br /></div><div><b><font size="6">A video shows one of the ex-police officers charged in George Floyd's death being confronted while grocery shopping in Minnesota</font></b></div><div><b><font size="6"><br /></font></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOrIorqu46E/XwexJLifgoI/AAAAAAAAY24/1ErdST2Ui9806uj44r2ckHTfCXknEIy7wCNcBGAsYHQ/s2523/NINTCHDBPICT000587084785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1247" data-original-width="2523" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOrIorqu46E/XwexJLifgoI/AAAAAAAAY24/1ErdST2Ui9806uj44r2ckHTfCXknEIy7wCNcBGAsYHQ/w625-h310/NINTCHDBPICT000587084785.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4u-QRitOkk/XwexH9JNeUI/AAAAAAAAY20/URDzHvZOrYABT1JV0ORSDLQLC1mABPmuACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/NINTCHDBPICT000587351138-e1592677249868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1779" data-original-width="2048" height="544" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4u-QRitOkk/XwexH9JNeUI/AAAAAAAAY20/URDzHvZOrYABT1JV0ORSDLQLC1mABPmuACNcBGAsYHQ/w625-h544/NINTCHDBPICT000587351138-e1592677249868.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><font size="6"><br /></font></b></div><div><b><font size="6"><br /></font></b></div><div>The ex-cop <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">J.
Alexander Kueng was looking like any other person despite his present court case. The camera handler wondered why he didn't look remorse despite the charges against him. </span><font face="Times New Roman, serif">Kueng was charged with aiding and abetting second-degree murder alongside three other ex-cops but he was released on bail.</font></div><div><font face="Times New Roman, serif"><br /></font></div><div><font face="Times New Roman, serif">Click here <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iq3tCQbplo8">Guguru FM Video</a> to see video.</font></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-35020681636287024882020-07-09T03:47:00.002+01:002020-07-15T01:08:16.084+01:00Trailer of UNCOVERED new nollywood movie released<div style="text-align: justify;">The much talked about movie trailer of <i>Uncovered</i> produced and directed by fast-rising Nollywood movie producer, scriptwriter, and director, Olumide Ajise has been released.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The movie which has been described as something to watch out for by many movie buffs features Nigerian journalist and actor Kingsley Momoh and fashion model Bisola Randy. It is a story of a family set in Lagos, Nigeria in which Mr. Kashimawo (Kingsley Momoh) has been sleeping with his daughter for many years and his wife (Bisola Randy) had an affair with her boss. Intrigues in the story later revealed that the daughter was not really Kashimawo's among other secrets that the couple were made to reveal after a kidnap of their daughter by unknown men.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Olu Ajise in an interview said that this is a movie to watch out for as it wasn't your regular story but a story filled with twists and suspense.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://youtu.be/Hk1AalaZWTo" target="_blank">CLICK THIS TO WATCH VIDEO</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4afkLoFFhg4/XwPHQsRSfHI/AAAAAAAAY2g/n5tzR21CLMc6S1OOOQfPPWE8qC5g-ASOgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/d3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="469" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4afkLoFFhg4/XwPHQsRSfHI/AAAAAAAAY2g/n5tzR21CLMc6S1OOOQfPPWE8qC5g-ASOgCNcBGAsYHQ/w625-h469/d3.jpg" width="625" /></a></div></div>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-34452865184101070242020-06-29T18:14:00.001+01:002020-06-29T18:14:52.721+01:00Legendary Guitarist, Berkely Jones Passes On<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;"><b>Kingsley Momoh - Lagos</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">Berkley jones Ike a legendary musician whose music bestrode
the Nigerian music scene from the 70s has passed on. Jones, a guitarist, and
composer was a member of the funk group BLO of the 70s. The highly respected
musician was a man whose smile was never in scarcity. After quitting the music business
in the 80s, he became an interior decorator, architect, and designer. He passed
on yesterday at Asaba in Delta state, Nigeria just a month to his 72<sup>nd</sup>
birthday.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Tony
Okoroji, the chairman of the Copyright Society of Nigeria COSON and a former
President of the Performing musicians association of Nigeria PMAN, posted this on his facebook wall in memory of the late musician.</span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 4.5pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><b>ADIEU BERKLEY IKE
JONES - Tony Okoroji</b><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I was woken up this morning with the crazy news that one of the
greatest guitarists the Nigerian nation has ever produced, the amazing Berkley
Ike Jones has passed on in Asaba, Delta State. I screamed! It just could not be
true so I called Emma Ogosi in Asaba and he too said it could not be true. He
had not heard. Emma promised to run a check and call me back. Less than 5
minutes later, the phone rings and it was Emma. He said something about Berkley
and low blood pressure! He confirmed the bad news. The mercurial Berkley Ike
Jones has joined the saints!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">It was the early 1970s not long after the Nigerian civil war
that three urbane looking and sharply dressed young men in Lagos, Berkley Ike
Jones, Laolu Akintobi and Mike Odumosu broke into the scene with a three-piece
band called BLO which had an unbelievable sound as big as a huge orchestra. The
name, BLO was coined from the first letters of the names of the guitarist,
Beckley Ike Jones and the drummer, Laolu Akintobi and the first letter of the
surname of the bass player, Mike Odumosu. BLO released the album, CHAPTER ONE
on EMI and PHASE II, STEP 3 and PHASE IV, all on Decca’s Afrodisia label. BLO
never quite achieved its potential in record sales but was red hot on stage and
the girls went crazy whenever BLO came to town.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">People thronged whatever venues BLO played, to listen to the
guitar solos of Berkley Jones on his famous Fender Stratocaster guitar, the
thumping bass of Mike Odumosu and the magical drum rolls of Laolu Akins and to
see their flashy Orange loudspeakers and amplifiers provided by Decca.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The fact that only three guys produced such great sound was part
of the great legend of BLO. The group was also very professionally packaged by
their manager and publicist, Tony Amadi, one of Nigeria’s best Entertainment
journalists of all times. There was no argument that BLO were the best
instrumentalists around and almost every recording artiste craved for some bars
of the BLO sound in their recordings. The guys naturally became the most
expensive session musicians in Nigeria. When Mike Odumosu moved on to join the
trans-national group, “Osibisa”, Biddy Wright ‘Oladele’ took over as the ‘O’ in
BLO. In later years, the ‘O’ in BLO was the incredibly talented keyboard
player, Lemmy ‘Otu’ Jackson who also became one of Nigeria’s most successful
producers responsible for hit songs from the likes of Oby Onyioha, Christy
Essien Igbokwe and Onyeka Onwenu.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
The iconic producer, Odion Iruoje for several years feasted on the talent of
Berkley Jones and deployed him on most of his productions. It was the great
guitar solos of Berkley Jones that made the school-boy band, Ofege, the toast
of Lagos in the late seventies and early 80s. The BLO sound with Berkley Jones
on guitar launched Chris Okotie into stardom with I Need Someone. Berkley Jones
featured in countless recordings produced by Odion Iruoje including those of
Fela Anikulapo Kuti.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The multi-talented Berkley Jones later became a much
sought-after interior designer for those with exquisite taste for their homes
and businesses. One of his exceptional designs was the magnificent interior of
Peak Night Club in Surulere owned by auto sales mogul, Chief Mike Inegbese.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I had a unique relationship with the great Berkley Jones. He was
one of the people who inspired me to continue to do the work I do for the music
industry. When as a bachelor boy, I moved into a flat at Mafoluku, near the
international airport, Berkley Jones visited me with his wife, Ngozi and we all
shared a meal cooked by me. I also used to visit them at their stylishly
furnished home by Toyin Street in Ikeja.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 4.5pt 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Berkley Jones was a livewire of the creative industry family on
Facebook, always engaged, with positive things to say about everyone. Apart
from Emma Ogosi, I have this morning spoken with Odion Iruoje, Tony Amadi, who
said he spoke with Berkley just yesterday; Lemmy Jackson, who chatted with
Berkley yesterday and Patrick Doyle who is on FB with Beckley all the time.
Everyone is in mourning because the Nigerian music industry has not just lost
an icon, we have lost a special guy. Adieu, the incredibly talented and
irreplaceable Berkley Ike Jones.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">
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These finest hours, more than 1500 beautiful people had died within two days. Additional 1500 loved ones shall mourn and bury their loved dead, perhaps, from a distance or be left in the hands of hospital Undertakers to bury them. They died lonely, alone, painfully and in anguish from this deadly unknown disease, raging from planet earth, yet most fools, including politicians and leaders, continue to deceive our world dwellers. This shit is real.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">I do not always comment on posts of strangers on Facebook. But last week, I made a mistake. I trespassed into a conversation wherein the poster was ranting that he had been made to wash his hands in a Lagos Pharmacy before he was allowed to go into the drug store for purchases. How dared the pharmacy did that to him, he whined!. I tried to explain to him that we live in strange times, so the pharmacy had to put the policy in place to save lives against a raging pandemic. The “social media influencer’ engager didn’t want to see the reason for safety. His pride insulted and he felt coming to his space was a perfect way to run the pharmacy outta town. He responded to me thus: “You lost It”.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">No, my friend. I did "not lost it". I lived it and survived to tell. I will tell you that this shit is deadly. It is inconveniencing to family and loved ones, your community and society.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">The disease infects you from different dimensions. Some lose a sense of smell, it attacks others mildly and others it decimates rapidly, surged through the weakest and vulnerable part of the body. It sneaks into you and like a ferocious cancer disease, begins immediate havoc on your immune system.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DA33u71tauI/XvjKIBQUeYI/AAAAAAAAYx4/MtjzlSp1mWE1fDOYL84RqoBExZXLDrQOQCK4BGAsYHg/s960/106182253_10221575489363857_3933525638722648428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Azuka Jebose" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DA33u71tauI/XvjKIBQUeYI/AAAAAAAAYx4/MtjzlSp1mWE1fDOYL84RqoBExZXLDrQOQCK4BGAsYHg/w300-h400/106182253_10221575489363857_3933525638722648428_n.jpg" title="Azuka Jebose" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Jebose</b><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">On my way home from my mechanic that Saturday afternoon, I suddenly felt a flu-like chill. Earlier, I had complained to the young super mechanic, Rasaki that I was very dehydrated under his garage. It was unseasonably hot in early June. “Egbon, emu Gatorage”, ( bros, drink this Gatorade”), he tried to cheer me up as I waited for my repairs. Soon after I left Rasaki, my friend and brother, the great cartoonist, <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=786383654&extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARDSCoXiyzyNM24uEsZ6MtAYSiXA69b3s0N9WA4vFg2pxn4I_1Re7xEuXgHDC65OgQmTX_Zn1aJzDeoM%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://web.facebook.com/tfatunla?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&eid=ARDSCoXiyzyNM24uEsZ6MtAYSiXA69b3s0N9WA4vFg2pxn4I_1Re7xEuXgHDC65OgQmTX_Zn1aJzDeoM&fref=mentions" style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Tayo Fatunla">Tayo Fatunla</a> called from London, we carried on our conversation, occasionally informed him that “Omonla, I am getting tired and dehydrated”.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">“Azuhhh, you ke, you dey sick?” He jabbed back.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">By the time I got home, I had soaked and smeared in my sweat. This was unreal. The coughs began to intensify. I told my wife that I was feeling flu-like symptoms. I took a shower, swallowed and went to sleep. That night, everything began to manifest. The signs increased with a series of irregular breathing and gasping. By 9 am I was at the Urgent care and asked to be tested for flu-like symptoms and perhaps, COVID 19. I came here hoping as an Urgent medicine outlet, my result would be instant. No. I was tested and sent home. My result would be ready by the third day. I was advised if symptoms increased I should go to the hospital or returned to them.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">Horrible night of increased body attacks, my lungs closing on me, my oxygen level was dropping. I didn't understand what was happening. I was trying to wait it out as recommended by the Urgent Center. I moved into another room in my home. I suspected I had coronavirus and I must protect my wife and children: self-isolate!. The coughs and heavy gasp series intensified. My wife brought me dinner. I could not eat. My bathroom was less than two steps from the room, I was scared to go to the bathroom. The simple things of living and existence, normal daily exercise became painful and scary to perform as my body was under attack. I stayed almost ten hours to go and “piss’ in the toilet, afraid I may pass out. Each visit was a struggle for breath and oxygen. My wife cried. My daughter, Nneka would call and screamed: “dad why won't you go back to the doctor”.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">By Monday, this thing had become a fight to live or die. Nneka called back and threatened to call the Emergency Medical Service, EMS. Stubborn dad, but this time, she must save her dad. She called Alhaja and told her. Alhaja ran to my “self quarantined” space and became emotional:” whom are you going to leave me and the children for?. Nneka is calling EMS”. Within minutes, the Ambulance arrived and took me to the ER.<br />I spent eight hours at the ER of this hospital here. The hospital did a rapid test and confirmed that I had a Coronavirus infection. I tested positive. However, all other diagnoses and my immune system indicated that I was among the strong healthy people, 95% of the populace that would make it: I was advised to just stayed home, be patient and let it go through my immune system and expel. I had no known underlying medical challenges such as High blood pressure, heart disease, diabetes, or Cancer. So the hospital, because of the surge in admissions and the public health crises, decided to discharge me that night but warned that if my situation continued, I must return to the hospital. My daughter ordered Uber to take me home.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">The hospital surrendered me to COVID 19. The virus got angrier. How dared I went to the hospital. The next two days, it unleashed the most painful, powerful and pathetic carnage on my body, ravaging me carelessly, like one infected with ten powerful doses of malaria. His capture theatre was my lungs and breathe, the coughs intensified. I was hopeless and useless. My four-year-old daughter would breeze into my room:” dad how are you doing”, I couldn’t have a simple conversation with her.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">I just waved at her, she looked sad, stood just to hug me. I refused. I told her to go to mom and I would talk to her later. Imagine that. Poor girl. She got disappointed as she walked to ask her mom to sadly ask her “why won't dad talk to me”. This is the part that most of you ignorant people out there may not know about the emotional trauma grip this disease has on your loved ones. COVID destruction is larger than you could imagine.<br />Instead of me getting better, the fight became intensified: between me living or dying in my damn bed. It's been five days since I had a bowel movement. I couldn’t go to the bathroom regularly without severe gasping. My “piss’ color changed to dark Lipton tea. No shave. No shower. No shit. Just pain, anguish and the fight to live through the day. Every food bite was a struggle just to quickly chew and swallow. I feared to choke by my own food. I was desperately losing oxygen. The next afternoon, Nneka called back EMS. It was getting really bad. Within five minutes, It arrived. The technicians came upstairs, strapped me in the chair and wheeled me downstairs. My home temp was 65 degrees. By the time they rolled me to the living room of my home, I had collapsed.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">I subconsciously watched these healthcare providers loaded me into the Ambulance with an assurance that “buddy you. are going to be fine. The calmness of the environment that I was going back to the hospital re-energized my consciousness. So I brought out my phone and pleaded with the Ambulance Med to snap this picture, at least let my children see this if it’s the last take of dad riding outta planet earth in style!” I like this guy. You have a silly sense of humor”, I heard the guy said as he took the pictures.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">A group of nurses and doctors had prepped up awaiting my arrival. They quickly rushed me into the ICU: Intensive Care Unit. About four lifesavers on me. One grabbed my hand, poked it, and immediately connected a drip:” Buddy you are going to be alright. You are here now. We are going to take care of you”, another doctor yelled at others.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">These guys were running passionately and with care to save a life. They were dedicated and aggressive. My left hand became the blood depot of several types of blood drawn. As one activity leaves, another replaces EKG, done, blood pressure, done other vital things were happening fastly. I was still gasping heavily. My lungs were closing in on me. I was immediately hooked onto the oxygen to regulate and assist with my breathing. This shit was becoming too real. Thanks to my daughter who rebelled against dad. It was chaos in there to save me.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">Two hours after I got to the ICU, the hospital stabilized me. I was moved to the ICU Unit and told I was on admission. The infectious doctor shall see me in the morning. I still could not eat or piss. I sat in the ICU alone and lonely. Its been about nine hours of the fight to stay alive. I had never been in this situation with my life. What would happen to my children and my wife?. So this was how I would go out in a blaze of pandemic?. Why are people careless about this disease with an unknown cure?. Why can't people follow simple scientific cautions to live in strange times?.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">This is not about “ I reject it in the name of Jesus”, or “its not my portion” or reject it in the name of any “Foreign Gods, Inc’, apologies to my mentor, Prof Okey Ndibe. This is real. This is deadly. Covid 19 is not selective. It does not give any gate pass to any paradise. It ravages everything you love: family and friends. Imagine the long walk to recovery, assuming you are one of the lucky ones: the trauma and disturbance or obstructions to your daily normal lives, the unnecessary intrusions into your organized "jeje' lifestyle.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">Within three days, the coronavirus infections advanced wickedly into my immune system and determined to scatter me before deadly exit. But my daughter’s constant harassment stood "gidigbam". She sensed something, aided and abetted by my wife who was on the phone with her.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">That first night at the ICU, I began to plan my burial. I wrote down everything. It was the most fearful, yet sincere acceptance of faith assignment I would ever undertake. I did not wish for my children to carry the financial burden of running around with their money to plan my burial. I guess Nneka and her sisters would be mad at me now for the real reason I sent each money from the hospital. I surrendered my daily activities to them, especially Nneka, to pay outstanding bills while I was waiting to live or died.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">The next morning came fast and fresh. The infectious disease doctor came into my room and wanted to talk to my family member. I called my daughter and us -conferenced. The doctor informed us that yea I had contacted the severe part of the infection and I was a candidate for the new aggressive remdesivir trial medicine which seemed the only approved medication in the medical research to deal with the deadly disease. He further told us I shall be at the ICU for six days. The medication would be administered intravenously once a day every 4 pm for five days. My lungs and Oxygene level needed to heal and be steadied. It was going to be a long road to wellness, recovery, and stay in the hospital. He assured my daughter that because of my immune system and no known medical challenges in my health history, I should make a perfect recovery, but it would take time and patience.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">No family deserves to go through these sudden and emotional interruptions in daily life’s activities. No matter the doctors’ assurances, there are still apprehensions, fears, anxieties and trauma on your loved ones/<br />I stayed in the hospital for 12 days, inside ICU, I couldn’t shower or shit, alone and lonely, connected to my dearest loved ones and friends by phone calls, video calls, and facetime: I began to plan my burial. I had to surrender everything to Nneka. Alhaja is still navigating her ways in this new frontier. It would be too overwhelming for her.. My daughters became her Guidan angel and support group, nursing both of us. Imagine how a strong organized disciplined life suddenly changed. Within a few days I had gone from one of the healthiest hustlers, husbands and goofy dads on planet earth to a helpless Giant on the slabs of a hospital ICU bed, perhaps, waiting to die.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;"><br />I chose to write these with the hope and encouragement that those still ignorant would take this public health crisis seriously. It doesn’t matter where you are on planet earth, whether you are in Obodo Oyibo (USA, Britain, Italy, France), or you are somewhere in my dearest native land of Onicha Ugbo, COVID 19 is surging. People that are not supposed to die are dying. More shall die. The United States Center for Disease Control has predicted that 150,000 more people shall die by the end of July. If I can save one life from this writing, then I had played my part as a survivor of the deadly disease.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">I didn’t have to reveal so many things here. But because I had been informed that at least I reach about 2,3Million contents, readers and followers, on my social media handles, I painstakingly decided, this morning, to tell the truth, share the other emotional impact of my experiences, perhaps, to help educate and save lives. This shit is real. I hope you will see the other side of this disease, the incredible sad effects on your loved ones. When this happens to you, it takes down your family. It affects everyone including your circle of friends.<br />This shit is real.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">I shall write again.<br />*Please the prayers helped and its enough. I thank you for your prayers. I would rather you took this seriously and helped save your life so as not to put your family through this sad experience. Please continue to pray for the world and take this damn thing seriously. Protect yourselves. It will alter your life if it affects you. I do not wish this on my worse enemy. No human being deserves this painful experience to live, die, and maybe live again.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px;">STAY WITH ME</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 6px 0px 0px;">* PLEASE SHARE</p>Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-15834870782747610632020-06-25T03:14:00.000+01:002020-06-25T03:16:41.583+01:00GUGURU FM SOS: Ex-LASU/BOWEN Graduate Needs Urgent Help<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I, Oyetade Olufunminiyi Alalade a Diploma graduate from the Lagos State University School of Communication dated back 2005/06 before I moved to BOWEN to complete my degree in Mass Communication.<br />
It all started with back pain, bloated Tommy and general body pain, I treated Ucler and did various tests; CTscan, Endoscopy, Kidney function test, amongst others.<br />
Diagnosis:<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />1. Type 1 diabetes mellitus.<br />2. Hypertension.<br />3. Chronic Kidney disease secondary to diabetic nephropathy.<br />I was managed conservatively until about 2months ago when my kidney function deteriorated necessitating the institution of haemo-dialysis. I have been on a twice-weekly hemodialysis programme while arrangements for possible renal transplants are on-going against November ending and the fund *N15Million Naira* is required to save my life.<br />*I have N5million now, remain 10million Naira*<br />I hereby solicit for your assistance of any contribution into:<br />ALALADE OLUFUNMINIYI OYETADE<br />0013212057<br />STANBIC IBTC</span></div>
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Popular America based Nigerian
journalist Azuka Jebose who is quite known on social media as a crusader has contracted
the COVID 19 virus along with his wife. The duo is now at home self-isolating
since they do not have any underlying health issues.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He made the announcement on the
15<sup>th</sup> of June on Facebook.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We wish him a speedy recovery.</div>
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Read his post where made the announcement.</div>
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<b>June 15<sup>th</sup>, 2020<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>My dearest wife and I tested
Positive for COVID 19!. After more than twelve hours at the hospital yesterday
with barrage of blood works, X-rays, EKGS doctors concluded that since there
are no underlying medical challenges such as high blood pressure, heart disease,
diabetes , we remain among the 95% that do not need to be placed on admission.
So we returned home last night with advice to quarantine ourselves, drink a lot
of fluids and brace up for the inconvenient coughs for about a week. This
coronavirus is very serious and deadly. We give thanks that ours are mild but
still it excruciating painful experience, especially when you begin to cough: a
ten second step has suddenly become a ten minute gaze at getting to a point.
Please do not bother calling us. Do not inbox or if you are privileged my
Whattsap contact, the greatest help you can offer is allow us to use our weak
energies to begin healing. There is nothing more to add.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Stay With Me!<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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"Diaries of the secret place" is the theme of the forthcoming program of Oleesa Isaac Ministries which will feature Nigerian, Georgia Atlanta based gospel act, Oleesa.<br />
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The date is August 15th, 2020 at 2pm EST.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Silence: This Culture
Must Die</span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">By Kingsley Momoh
2020<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Abisoye Akanmu was
my closest friend at a polytechnic in Ogun State in the late 90s. We were close
and it gave many the idea that we were lovers. The best description of our
relationship is that we were brain mates. She was always ready to explain
easily how lecturers came up with answers to confusing questions in
Mathematics, statistics, and even the accounting sums. She was blessed with the
gift of explaining in ways that gave me a full grasp of the concepts of the
problems that I would rather wait for her turn to teach me than solely depend
on the lecturers. I tried to understand their lectures when they started new
topics in calculations but many missed it when they started calculations, which
became the Chinese language to my ears and eyes.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">On the flip side,
she depended on me when it came to explaining those courses where questions
like similarities, qualities, features, differences, and other terrible
confusing questions are asked. I took time in brightening the dark areas to her
and I also formulated formulas to remind us of the answers. My techniques of
reminding myself of the subjects always amazed her. We were a super team at
studying together; yet, we never sat close to each other during exams because
we saw it as cheating. Other students described us as <b><i>Efikos</i></b> in
those days. We usually preferred getting to the examination hall a minute or
two late by going to the loo as soon as the call to occupy the sits was made
because we didn’t want to be copied or asked questions during exams by other
students.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">To the best of my
good boy knowledge, she didn’t have a boyfriend. She had told me several times
that she didn’t have one because she had plans to go to the university via
direct entry as a family tradition after her OND. She couldn’t be described as
being social, but she was vast in knowledge of social issues than even those
that could easily be described as such.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">However, her
fashion taste must have confused many people because she was a fashion buff.
She had a great dress sense which garnished her natural beauty. She matched
colour for colour, and she had a style of walking that attracted the attention
of men and even women. Of course, many said she was a show-off because of her
style despite not being the usual campus girl.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">We joined a
student Magazine club called “the facts” where she showed class as a top writer
and thought provoker. Her articles created devoted followers although she used
the pen name <i>Bifaya Morsel</i>. There was nothing called social media in
those days in the 90s. Many campus magazines in that era weren’t the
conventional magazines you know; they were similar to billboards, but they were
boxes with glass doors that had articles posted inside for the school community
to view at a spot in the school. <b><i>The</i></b><i> <b>facts</b></i> was the
most followed on campus.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Bisoye’s sense of
humour was top-notch, yet she couldn’t be described as a clear-cut introvert or
extrovert. Though a devout Christian, you would never catch her at any
Christian gathering on campus; she only attended church in the town where she
was a member of the choir. She refused to join any other student organization
apart from <b><i>the facts</i></b>. Bisoye could speak some Arabic she
learned from the books of her uncle who was a Muslim. She could dazzle any
crowd with her music prowess as she could not only sing very well, but she
could also dance and rap! She has mimed the song of Lauryn Hill titled ‘that
thing’, ‘minds playing tricks on me’ by ghetto boys and ‘fly girl’ by Queen
Latifah and I marveled. She could do the rap parts of the songs without any
stress. Bisoye was a complete package of a woman, and she kept making everybody
like her as a result.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She anchored the
election of the class governor when it seemed we didn’t have a leader one week
into class. She got everybody nominating her for the post of the class governor
after she addressed the class during the early days of our first semester of
the reasons, we needed a duly elected leader via an all-inclusive election.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Nearly everybody
unanimously nominated her, but she humbly declined that it was one of the things
she had promised herself not to be involved in. The class refused an election
for about 3 days afterward pleading with her to lead the class. When it was
glaring, she wasn’t going to bulge, she was told to nominate anybody and
whoever she nominated will be the governor. And that is what she did when she
nominated a female Munirat and a male, Ijoba as governor and assistant
respectively. Before this day, I had also pleaded with her not to nominate me
for such roles too because it would cause a distraction for me. The whole class
adopted the nominees as the governor and assistant without any election. That
should expatiate on what I mean by the grace of the personality of Bisoye.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Thus, becoming her
friend after a brief argument on a topic in a course called ‘Citizenship
Education’ blessed me. Before us being friends, Bisoye wasn’t known to be
particularly intimate with anybody. Though she was friendly, she didn’t have
anybody we all could describe as her ‘pal’; her real personal
person as we say in pidgin English. Our connection was a big deal for me.
She rarely hung around people when there was no lecture. It was either two of
us hanging around or she would be at the library; although she told me that she
was also praying that one day we would be friends because she felt I was
exclusively intelligent and that I was a wonder with the way I placed questions
to the lecturers.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">We usually met
after school from about 5 pm at her place or my place depending on what we
agreed before leaving school or sometimes, we stayed back in an empty class to
help each other out. Although some days, we didn’t find a reason to meet.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">One day, we didn’t
have the opportunity to choose a meeting place and time because she had a
visitor from another higher institution in the state. I met the visitor for the
first time a few days after we became close during our first semester. She
introduced him to me as Lanre her childhood friend who was like a brother. She
told me that he was an executive of the National Association of Nigerian Students
(NANS) and he and other team members came for a state executive meeting. So,
when I saw him hanging out with Bisoye again, I wondered if they had another
meeting again since it was the second semester. I walked up to them and
pretended I didn’t recognize him.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Soye what’s up,
are we going to see today?”, I asked as I got to where they sat in the garden
of a quad angle at the center of the school.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Have you
forgotten Lanre?”, Bisoye quickly responded with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Oh, Lanre, I knew
I have met you somewhere but I have forgotten”, I said with the most
awkward apprehensive voice as I stretched my hand out for a handshake.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I am sure Lanre
knew I was being mischievous with that statement. He simply smiled and shook
his head.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Soye, so are you
coming over?”, I asked leaving out the other part of the question which should
be if she would come over to teach me statistics. I wanted the Lanre guy to
imagine that Bisoye and I had a closer tie than he could imagine. I didn’t like
the fact that Bisoye gave him premium attention. I felt he got too much
attention from her.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I will come and
see you if there is time”, Bisoye said.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Satisfied with her
response, I said ‘okay then’ and left. I felt satisfied by her answer; feeling
that I have put the Lanre guy in his position. It was around 2 pm and I had to
hang around my male friend, Ijoba for the remaining part of the day.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I left school much
later and slept for a while and when it was some minutes past 5 pm; I decided
that since Bisoye couldn't make it over to my place, I decided it was wise to
just walk up to her place. I figured she may have forgotten or was tired to
walk to my hostel which was 5 minutes from hers. I wanted to know if she could
elaborate further on the lecture, we had that day.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Her room was one
of about ten in a block of rooms on a line in a gated compound of about 3
plots. She had a balcony with a table and chair where we usually used for our
discussions. As I approached her room, I noticed her door seemed to be shut but
I had the urge to go and give a check. As I got to her door to knock, I heard
what seemed like Bisoye was sobbing and I didn’t bother to knock and I barged
into the room. She wasn’t alone; she was with ‘her friend like a brother’. They
couldn’t hide their surprise by my presence. However, the shock on their faces
called for concern. Everything seemed normal except that Lanre and Bisoye sat
together on her bed. As a rule, Bisoye never allowed visitors to sit on her
bed. She has a three-sitter sofa in her room which she usually enjoined her
guests to use including me. So, seeing the guy on the bed gave me a shock. It
made me forget to ask if she was sobbing or ask if something was wrong. Seeing
the guy on the bed gave me a shock. I felt betrayed and was dumbfounded.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Why will you just
barge into somebody’s room like that”, I heard the guy say. I didn’t know what
to say and I tried to see what Bisoye had to say in response. I looked at her
face, but she turned her head down.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I choose to ignore
the visitor and spoke to Bisoye<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Soye (that’s what
I called her), are you okay? Is everything okay?”, I asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was shocked when
Bisoye responded with a voice I have never heard her use at me before. It was
on top of her voice in anger.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Kc, what is the
meaning of this. Why didn’t you knock before you entered? Please leave,
leave!”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The way I
felt…hmm, I cannot easily describe. I was between crying like a baby and
barking like a dog tied to a chain at an assailant. It seemed like it took like
an hour before I truly understood what she said because my legs suddenly felt
unmovable; I suddenly felt thirsty and felt like crying at the same time.
However, I later got to understand that it took less than a minute for me to
vamoose.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I turned around
and left the room, I didn’t know what to think or do. I lost my self-esteem; I
judged myself to have been too ‘unhappening enough’ for Bisoye. I judged my
clothes and shoes to be another reason why Lanre may have been her boyfriend.
Most of my trousers and shirts were hand-me-down clothes from my elder brothers
and my father. Although it wasn’t obvious, I suddenly felt inferior in them and
immediately regretted that I have made mentioned it to Bisoye. I have also
revealed to her my family background which I suddenly felt ashamed of. I
regretted telling her all the information I told her about my family,
upbringing, and even my aspiration of becoming military general. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was disoriented
and I almost fainted as I headed for my hostel. The vision of Bisoye telling me
at different times why she doesn’t have a boyfriend and won’t consider one too
started playing back to me. She lied to me kept ringing in my mind. The first
time she told me that was I entered her room for the first time; I had commended
her on having the comfiest room in the school. She had a colour TV which was a
rare item at that time, her sofa; she also had a blender, a small gas cooker
unlike most students 9most of us used kerosene stove), she had a beautiful red
wall-to-wall rug, and she also had a large bed with the full-frame unlike most
students including me that had their mattresses laid on the floor as beds.
Furthermore, she had a wardrobe and a similar-sized cupboard. Bisoye room was a
perfect example of a student living large. I told her that day, that her room
was nothing like the room of a student further saying that her parents must be
rich. She told me that I shouldn’t always believe everything I saw saying that
it was her Uncle who wanted to ensure she lived a comfortable life on campus
that furnished the room as a promise he made to her when I made the wish after
I scored A in all my O’level subjects.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">In my quest then
to understand her relationship state; I said that her boyfriend was a lucky guy
as she was a total package any man would want to have as a girlfriend and even
a wife.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Wife kwa?”,
she laughed. “My guy, I don’t have that idea in any way. I don’t have a
boyfriend right now and I don’t even need one too, all those toasters you see
me agree to listen to their ministrations are just entertaining me and assuring
me that I am still eligible in the market”. We had a good laugh that day and I
didn’t bother to ask any more questions in that regard that day. I was happy
that she didn’t have a boyfriend and I assured myself that I stood a great
chance at being that boyfriend if she ever desired, as long I was around
her. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">So, you can
imagine the heartbreak it was to have been told to leave. Ha! It wasn’t
expected by any means.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I walked to my
room blinded by the thoughts of what just happened and kept imagining what
could have happened that resulted in such a horrific response to me. I locked
myself in my room and played some of my favourite tunes at that time. I had a
collection of reigning songs I recorded from RayPower jams; like ‘everyday
people’ by Arrested Development; ‘I believe I can fly’ by R Kelly, “Back and
forth’ by Aaliyah, And the many songs of Celina Dion particularly the one
titled ‘it’s all coming back to me’; and it was when the song titled “Another
sad song” by Toni Braxton played that made me cry. I cried like a baby for a
reason I couldn’t describe. I pitied my parents who struggled to send me to
school. I told myself that I was a failure! I was a failure because I couldn’t
get the girl I wanted. I cried the more when I remembered that some girls have
boldly come to ask me out and I told them I wasn’t interested. One of the girls
that asked me out has said to me that she gladly accepted Bisoye as her
conqueror in the battle for my love. It seemed nobody believed my truth about
Bisoye and I. And I slept.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I woke up with a
headache; the type I usually had then on one side of the head called migraine.
It was there, but I was strong enough to go to school which was about 10
minutes away. I got ready and didn’t bother to take breakfast which usually
served as my brunch. I never bought any food in school because I was careful
not to mess with the little funds I had and Bisoye was a great help with
foodstuff. She usually augmented my supplies from hers.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Apart from that,
she usually urged me to join her for breakfast whenever I got to her place in
the morning or when she tells me to come early for a special breakfast which
happened often. Many times, I also ate dinner at her place. Thus, saving me
money and time of cooking, and she never complained.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Her hostel was on
the way to school so usually, I passed by her hostel; but that day, I didn’t
bother. That morning while taking my bath, I preached myself to accept that
Lanre was Bisoye’s lover, and she has been using me to prevent aspiring lovers
from disturbing her. The taunts by some male classmates prior that day then
made some sense. Some used to tease me and called me the John Baptist of her
real lover; others called me the ‘bodyguard’ while some regularly said ‘we are
brothers and sisters in the Lord’ in a mischievous way. I found their
assumptions funny and didn’t bother to accept or refuse their claims because at
the initial stage when I did, I discovered that it made them coin more
narratives. However, the majority of our classmates thought we were a strong
item. I realized it was difficult to believe the type of relationship we had;
and certainly, I would have also shared their views if I wasn’t the person in
the picture.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As soon as I got
to class; the lecturer entered and lectures began. During the lecture, I looked
out for Bisoye. She usually sat in the front row like me, but she wasn’t there.
I stylishly dropped my pen and turned around to pick it to have a quick view of
the class but I didn’t find her. And I suddenly grew weak. I started imagining
her in the hands of Lanre again. I decided that women are wicked which was the
slogan of many guys who have had terrible experiences with women. I started
seeing horns grow on her head in my mind! I imagined her and Lanre laughing as
I left her room and describing me as a John the Baptist!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">After the first
class, a mutual friend and class governor, Munirat came to me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Where is your
wife?”, she asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was infuriated.
She had called me that several which I didn’t mind but that day was different.
I felt it was a humiliating question and the height of disrespect that I
brought to myself. I suddenly charged at her “I am not married!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Munirat was
shocked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Is that why you
had to shout at me?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I quickly got
myself together and said<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Well, if it is
Bisoye you mean, I am not her husband and I don’t know where she is. By the
way, I am not her keeper”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">A male student who
overheard what transpired laughed and asked me when I suddenly changed from
being Bisoye’s keeper. He said that no one as far as the school was concerned
could give a better answer as to the whereabouts of Bisoye than me. He said he
suspected we have had a quarrel, or I was just playing games with my responses.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And I smiled and
said <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Okay, sir. I know
that I am not her keeper or her roommate”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The discussion was
going in a direction that I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle so, I left the
class. I wandered away and I later found myself passing by her hostel towards
mine!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The door to her
room from the view outside was locked. I imagined Lanre was still around and
that was why she didn’t come to school.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I walked to my
hostel and went to sleep but woke up a few minutes to 5 pm, and I was getting
prepared to go to Bisoye’s place when I remembered the situation on the ground.
I sat down and began worrying about her again. Something said I should go to
her place, another said Lanre might still be there. I listened to the latter
and sat back to study alone.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The next day, I
looked out for her, but she didn’t come to class and Munirat once again
beckoned on me and I simply told her that she should please desist from calling
me Bisoye’s husband before it generated danger for me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Munirat wondered
why I said so but I didn’t give her an answer. After the last lecture of the day
and responding to enquiries about Bisoye from classmates without them mining
any credible answer from me, Munirat cornered me on my way home, and she said
she was going to visit Bisoye as a friend and class governor. She urged me to
go along with her but I refused but accepted to follow her to the gate of
Bisoye’s house only.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">When we got to the
gate, Munirat told me that it was unfair if I would behave the way I did
because something may have happened to Bisoye. She said I should put aside
whatever may have transpired and for the sake of the good times we have had,
consider checking up on her because it would be bad if anything bad had
happened to Bisoye and I turned my eyes away. I thanked her for her care and
obliged her.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As it has been,
her door was shut and I had the same thought that Lanre was inside the room
with her. However, after knocking on the door for a while and calling her name
several times; we noticed an envelope tucked into a corner of the door. Munirat
pointed at it and wondered if somebody else has put it there for Bisoye.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As we pondered
over that, a lady came out from the room next to hers and walked towards us.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Hello, good
afternoon”, she said. “Pardon me but are you Kc?” <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I nodded.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And she removed
the envelope that was tucked to the corner of the door and handed it over to
me. It was a white envelope addressed to me!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Please do you
know where Bisoye is?”, I asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">She shook her head
and said Bisoye told her two nights before that she was going back to Lagos and
told her to give me this letter and that was all she knows. She said she
affixed it to the door in case I came when she had gone to school. She further
said that Bisoye said you would be using the room too.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I thanked the lady
and she returned to her room.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Her information
got us agitated. We wondered what could have made her leave to Lagos at night?
The night I met her and that Lanre guy.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I opened the
envelope and it had a letter and her door key inside. I quietly read it thus:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Dear Kc,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Please read attentively.
I am so sure you hate me so much right now but I would assure you that it is
not as much as I hate myself. There is something important I have to tell you
but it may have to wait till we meet.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I have left for
Lagos and chances are that I may not come back but if I do, then we will talk
before the end of the semester. I dropped my key so that you can use my room if
you want and also make use of anything you want in my room especially the
drinks and the food items. For your convenience, you can take the television to
your room since the world cup starts next week and I may not be around and even
if I am, I want the television to be in your room.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Don’t panic. I am
sure everybody is on your neck regarding my whereabout, you can tell them that
I had to attend to a family function which would take some days.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Bye for now.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Bisoye<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Munirat stood and
looked away all the time I read the letter. As soon as she noticed my head was
up, her face glowed with anticipation of what information I had for her.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“So where is
Bisoye?’, she asked with her eyes wide open.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I smiled at her
and feigned a laugh and said everything was alright that she had gone to attend
a family function in the far north and it’s gonna take some time before she
returned.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Munirat smiled and
it graduated into a laugh.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“You are not a
good liar but I will manage that as an answer as long as you are sure she is
okay”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I shook my head
and didn’t respond further.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I hope you can
now release me”, I said.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“With all
pleasure, but please try and get her to come back to school quickly. Exams
start at the end of this month as you already know. And with that, I headed to
my hostel.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Bisoye was absent
from school for one week. I only went to her room to ensure the foodstuff was
in good condition and I only cooked and fried the chicken and turkey I found in
her freezer and put them back in the freezer. I ensured I didn’t take anything.
I didn’t even bother to watch the TV which was a rare commodity among students.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Well, I was in my
room one two Saturday evening when I heard a gentle knock on my door. I was
already nearly certain that the person behind the door was Ijoba my friend who
had told me he was coming to get a textbook.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The knock changed
from gentle to a little bit loud and I jumped off my bed to see who was at the
door. As I opened, guess who I saw?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was Lanre! The
same guy who Bisoye had introduced as “a friend like a brother” bla bla
bla.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I wondered how he
got to know my place then I wondered if I was safe to even see him but my
hunger for the whereabout of Bisoye made me go outside the room to listen to
him. I felt he may have some information about Bisoye.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I looked sternly
at the guy and looked through the corridor of the building maybe I was trying
to see if Bisoye was with him or maybe he had some other accomplices.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“What do you
want”, I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He was quiet for a
while and it was then I noticed that the guy looked sober.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Have you seen
Bi?”, he asked<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I felt angered
that he called her Bi…it sounded horrible! I nearly shouted that her name is
Bisoye nigga!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">This was the same
guy who harassed me at Bisoye’s apartment the other night now asking me of here
whereabout. You can imagine my disappointment with the question. I felt like
saying what insolence! But I dared not. Lanre had a beard without a
moustache and his head was shining bald; that was one of the logos of tough men
in school in those days. What I mean is that he looked like a cultist. Tall,
lanky but well built with black lips and a long beard – you can imagine while I
respected myself.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“I haven’t but I
thought you should know, the last time I saw her, she was with you”, I said.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He was quiet for a
while as he nodded.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“So, she didn’t
tell you anything?”, he asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The conversation
was becoming uncomfortable.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Oga, is there
something you want to tell me?” I asked, “I am doing something of great
importance inside”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Please tell me if
she told you anything’ he said again; this time he sounded scared. The tone of
his voice got me worried.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I assured him that
I haven’t heard from her since the last time we spoke. I then revealed that She
said she was going for a family function and that was all. In some ways, I was
happy that it seemed I was the exclusive owner of the information of her
whereabouts that even her seeming lover didn’t even know.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He was about
leaving and he turned around.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“If you see her,
please tell her that I am so sorry. I am going back to my school tomorrow”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Sorry for what I
wondered.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Many things ran
through my mind as he walked away… I am sure your guess is the same as mine.
Maybe or maybe not.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Something told me
to follow the guy and ask more but I was scared of what may follow. His looks
cautioned me and I didn’t want to push my luck too far.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Bisoye and I had
had issues in the past but we got it settled ourselves within days and never
have we been this separated for this long except during semester breaks. And
usually, whenever I got back to school after the semester break, the first
person I usually went to look out for was Bisoye. She always got to school
before me. I didn’t understand how as she said her parents lived in Igarra, Edo
state. Her fast journey to Ogun state was always a wonder to me. Even when I
get to school a week before resumption, I would meet Bisoye. So, you can imagine
how much I missed her then.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The new week
started and Bisoye wasn’t around and the semester exam was drawing near without
any info about her than what I already have. Everybody in class constantly
wanted to know about her whereabouts from me despite telling them that she went
for a family function. They wondered what sort of function would take more a
week.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I dreaded
attending lectures because somehow, Munirat had told someone who told another
someone who eventually told some other ones and the other ones told nearly all
the others that Bisoye left a note for me with contents that were only known to
me. It was a week of answering questions. Everybody wanted to hear what I read
from the mysterious letter.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And to clarify
issues, they wanted me to show the contents to everybody in the class or safely
post it on the board of any the factsthe press club we belonged to for all
eyes to see and ascertain that indeed, its what I said that is in it. The
craziest part of the story was when some said that since I was an Ibo guy,
maybe I have donated her to some ritualist for blood money.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was worried and
didn’t even know if showing the letter would make them calm or infuriate them
the more because they would find out I wasn’t telling the truth all the while
and may even question the authenticity of the letter.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Thursday of that
week, which made it two weeks of her disappearance, my life experienced a new
dimension. It all started during the 2nd lecture of that day. It was
a cost accounting class. The lecturer, Dr. Badmus asked for her
whereabouts<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Where is Miss
Akanmu?”, he asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The response was
unbelievable, all eyes were suddenly on me. I didn’t quickly notice until the
lecturer brought it to my notice.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Why is it that
all eyes are on you Mr. man?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I looked at the
lecturer and back at the class and realized what was happening. Then a male
classmate Adekola-Adekoya who Bisoye had revealed to me has been professing
love to her, spoke first.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, he is the
one who made the last contact with her and, it was that she even left a note
stating where she was going, for him”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Then my eyes moved
to Munirat; she hissed and took her eyes away.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was then I
realized I had some cool explanations to do or else I could get myself in some
trouble.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Adekola-Adekoya
continued,<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, because Kc
is an Ibo boy, it is enough substantial evidence to believe that he knows more
than what he is saying, thus, he is hiding something from us all about the
whereabout of Bisoye Akande.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I took my gaze to
the Adekola-Adekoya and I then turned to the lecturer.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, em, Bisoye
seems to have gone to attend to a family function. That is the much I know of
the situation”, I said.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“That’s all you
can say?”, the lecturer said, “but from all indications and murmurings, it
seems you know more than you are telling the world. Or why would all these
persons think you know more than you are saying?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Exactly sir”,
added Adekola Adekoya, “sir, we all suspect Kc; we all think he must have...,
he must...”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Mr. Adekoya, what
are you saying?”, the lecturer shouted in anger.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, the thing is
that we suspect he kidnapped her and is pretending with the story that she
wrote him a letter and all the nonsense he has been saying”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The class bust
into a deafening round of voices at once. Some were against Adekola-Adekoya and
maybe some were for me or just talking but surely, I heard a lot of more voices
for the postulation of Adekola-Adekoya. I turned my gaze to Munirat and
discovered she was on top of her voice pointing at me angrily.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Omo, I was shocked
and scared at the way human beings could make up stories without any proof. I
turned to look at the lecturer and he smiled at me. He shook his head motioned
with his hands for me to come forward which I did.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He put a hand on
my left shoulder and said quietly to me amidst the whole noise.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Come and see me
in my office in 10 minutes”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He faced the class
and calmed the turbulence.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Hello, all,
Please let me have your attention! Your allegations are grave. Certainly, you
understand the consequence of what you are saying.; if indeed, you think this
man here has done what you said he has done, I think you shouldn’t waste any
more time. Go straight and make a proper report to the DSA (director of student
affairs). This will enable proper investigations and hopefully, the truth revealed”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">His statement
which further weakened me created an uproar and I heard <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Yes, yes”, in
agreement.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The lecturer
calmed the class as Munirat raised her hand to speak.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Munirat stood up
to speak because she was the class governor. She looked at me and then faced
the lecturer.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, I made a
report this morning and the DSA said that they will begin investigations”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">My mouth opened in
amazement. As I wallowed in confusion, Dr. Badmus took the spotlight again<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“That’s a good
move. So, let’s patiently await their investigations and stop unfounded
statements which may cause further problems for this man. Madam Governor,
please you should be seen as a rallying point than being seen as taking sides.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Sir, I am not
taking any side. I stand on the side of justice. I cannot sit down and watch
while he walks around freely. And sir, I have also reported to the SUG to
ensure that no stone is left unturned”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I looked at
Munirat for a long time and wondered what did to make her push to the level of
instigating the class against me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Dr. Badmus shook
his head and advised that the SUG may not be the best to handle the situation.
Events that followed proved the man right.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He left for his
office and I picked my notebooks with the plan of going to the quad angle to
spend some minutes in thought before heading to Dr. Badmus’ office. My loyalty
was top notch. I didn’t like disappointing people. I am the best person to tell
anything you don’t want any other person to hear. You can describe me as an
information bank. I see loyalty as the best and proper thing to do in any
relationship. Thus, I was so loyal to Bisoye that I didn’t divulge any
information she didn’t want me to.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And as I left the
class, some classmates including my friend Ijoba came to me in solidarity. They
told me that I shouldn’t mind the claims that Bisoye would soon show up and my
accusers would all be put to shame. I was told that I had a lot of enemies as a
result of my closeness to Bisoye and that Adekola-Adekoya was just a jealous
guy who saw me as the stumbling block towards Bisoye. I thanked them and
continued walking promising them that I was innocent and do not have any
skeleton to hide.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Ijoba then held
shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. My eyes were already blurry with
the accusations.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Guy, no dey lie
for me, you fit tell me true. I don dey ask you since say wetin happen, you dey
tell me say you no know. You no even tell me about letter wey she write you.
Anyway, na you get your life, but just know say if you wan talk to anybody, I
dey here and these guys also dey. We know say you no kidnap am”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I removed his
hands from my shoulders and hugged him and sobbed for a second or two. I felt
some kind of comfort doing that.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I assured him that
I was innocent and I would be vindicated with time. They left me and I decided
to head to Dr. Badmus’ office because I have spent nearly 10 minutes already.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">A few seconds
after Ijoba and the other guys left, I got accosted by the Students Union
President and some other known faces among the executives. They were about 5
leading what I would term as a small crowd of about twenty.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Stop there right
now”, were the words I heard from about 5 students at once.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I turned around
and saw the crowd. But with the SUG president, I felt a bit calm.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I stopped to face
them. I also saw that Munirat and a couple of my classmates were part of the
crowd.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“As the President
of the Student Union Government, I hereby declare you under arrest till the
issues surrounding the mysterious disappearance of Bisoye Akanmu is unraveled”,
he said with the kind of energy a police officer will showcase as an officer of
the law.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I laughed and
exclaimed <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Chineke me!”, and
tears started coming out of my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The next voice I
heard was Munirat’s.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“He has used her
for money rituals!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I looked at her, I
was flabbergasted and let me just use this word that I created; I was
Supergasted.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Your crocodile
tears won’t save you Mr. man,” shouted the SUG President. The next words he
said were, “take him away”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two hefty students
grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up while two others grabbed my legs
and supported the lift. They turned around and it was like I was floating in
the air dangerously. As they moved, the crowd grew and the whole school was in
disarray. I was treated like a convict. I found my hands in handcuffs and
slaps, punches, knocks and all sorts were my lots. Everybody wanted to have a
glimpse of me. Some spat on me, others threw water on me. I saw a lady who has
professed her love several to me without success pour what I believe was urine
on me. Kai! It was a terrible experience. Na like this person dey take
die? I asked myself.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I pleaded that I
was innocent and it was a big mistake. But my crying and pleas fell on no ears.
Soon, the whole school was chanting “kidnapper!” And I was locked up in a cell
in the Aluta building (the headquarters of the SUG). I didn’t know it had a
cell until that day.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The cries of
“kidnapper! Armed robber” kept on outside. And you can relate with Aluta cries.
Another chant was <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Castrate him,
Castrate him!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The world came to
an end. I thought I deserved the chance to a fair hearing but I was already
judged and convicted before anything. I wanted to understand that the SUG was
going to just lock me up without hearing my side of the story but no one was
going to speak to me. After about 30 minutes of detention, I heard the sound of
a siren. It gladdened my heart so much, as I hoped that it was the police as
that would guarantee that I won’t lose my life as the police would save me. The
police came and the cuffs were removed to be replaced by the police cuffs that
included leg chains!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Yes! It was like
from fire to frying pan. They took me towards a Police pickup van that had
about 5 other men and two ladies all lying down some wounded and I saw a
familiar face!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was the face of
Lanre!!!!! that friend like a brother guy". He was also in handcuffs
and leg chains. I became really afraid and wondered how I got myself into the
mess. I started imagining all the nonsense probabilities in the world.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I wondered what
may have happened to Bisoye. What was Lanre doing in the custody of the police?
To say I was confused and afraid is just the best way I can use English to
neatly explain what it was like. As I got into the pickup with all the claps
and jeering of the students, I felt a blow come to my face and I fell headlong
into the pick-up van. I must have passed out because the next place I saw
myself was at the school clinic.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">*************************************************************************<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I thought it was
Heaven as the white ceiling stared at me without shape. The ceiling fan running
its course that I later noticed eventually erased that thought of being dead
off my mind. As my gaze dropped, I noticed the SUG President who was quietly
looking at me. He called my name and when I responded, he went to call a nurse
who attended to me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“How are you
feeling now?”, She asked.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As I tried to
speak, I realized I had pains in my mouth and I could easily speak. Anyway, I
managed to say I was okay.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Do you feel pain
anywhere?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I tried to get up
but she urged me to lay back on the bed. I looked at the SUG President.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Mr. President, I
didn’t do anything, only GOD can save me…”, I said with tears running out of my
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He came closer and
held my left hand and knelt with both knees and tears streamed down his face
from his eyes. He asked for forgiveness because he has hurt what he called in
Yoruba “my eleda”. He said that he was given wrong information and he
didn’t behave as a leader should. He said he was so sure from all he was told
by my accusers and with the pieces of evidence in front of him that I had a lot
to do with the whereabouts of Bisoye.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I cried some more
as my memory started replaying the agony of the event after my arrest by the
SUG team and the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">He kept pleading.
The nurse also knelt and asked that I forgave him that he has not left my
bedside since I was brought there from the police station the night before. I
didn’t remember getting to the police station!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Well, let me not
bore you with the whole story. I got discharged from the clinic a day on that
evening which was a Saturday and I realized I spent two days there from the day
I was arrested. The Rector of the school personally came to witness my
discharge alongside other principal staff members of the polytechnic, the SUG
executives, some of my classmates including Ijoba. The Divisional Police
Officer of the town’s police station was also on ground to witness the
discharge. It was like a grand ceremony. “Sorry” rented the air and it was a
big relief to me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Despite the slight
body pains I felt, I was eager to know the truth. Since they seem to have
discovered that I didn’t kidnap Bisoye, I wondered what the situation turned
out to be. I was picked up by Dr. Badmus my Cost accounting lecturer. The SUG
President and the Vice-President were also in the car and we drove straight to
my hostel.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">On the way, we
didn’t talk much. The men talked about the world cup and the matches. No one
spoke about my issue. At intervals, Dr. Badmus would ask if I was okay to which
I would nod my head.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">As soon as I got
to my hostel, other residents came out to say “sorry” to me. As I got to my
room, I touched my pockets and realized my keys weren’t with me. And as I was
about to say it out Dr. Badmus handed over a new bunch of keys to me and it was
then I realized the lock to my room has been changed. I was wondering why this
was so as I opened the new locks.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I opened the door
to what seemed like someone else’s room. Well, it would interest you to know
that one of the consequences of my arrest is that my room was burgled and all
of my belongings were burnt to ashes. I mean everything! Everything I had. I
was only lucky that my cherished documents were in Bisoye’s apartment because
she had a box that she had told me was fireproof. If those documents were in my
room, I would have lost it all.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Imagine if I had
taken Bisoye’s 14-inch colour TV to my room, na so dem for burn am!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Well, as a popular
Yoruba proverb goes, ile oba to jo, ewa lo bu si which simply implies
that the inferno that destroys the home of a King only beautifies it.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I had a 3 by 5
feet mattress as my bed but I met a brand new 6 by 6 mattress, a bigger
cupboard, a gas cooker and cylinder, new set of pots, a new table, and chair,
the room had wallpaper on the walls (my walls that weren’t even painted). That
is not all, I noticed new buckets a big size electric kettle and a normal
kettle, electric cooker, etc.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Now, the most
interesting one of them all is that I saw a 14-inch colour television and a
hanger of new clothes. I didn’t notice all these at once but I gradually came
to that. Well, I was urged to lay on my bed but I was not interested in that so
I sat down. Dr. Badmus told me that he would like me to come to see him the
next day in his office as he would answer all the questions, he believes I had
in mind. They hung around for a while before leaving.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Not long after
they left, I heard a knock on the door. It gave me a scare. I was afraid and I
asked with a loud voice.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“Who is there?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The voice of the
visitor shouted back<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">“It is me Ijoba”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I went to the door
to open it and realized I had some beautiful and stronger security locks. I
opened and there was Ijoba and some other residents of my hostel building.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I invited them in
and it was interesting having them around. They narrated how the school got
into a frenzy with my arrest and my co-tenants described how a mob came to
break down the locks of my room and brought out all my belongings and burnt
down everything. They said they were even afraid that they were going to burn
the building down.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">They congratulated
me and I told them I was happy the Rector was at the clinic to personally
witness my discharge. I was also told that Munirat and Adekola-Adekoya were in
the Aluta cell awaiting my discharge from the clinic.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was shocked,
they told me that they were the ones who wrongly accused me of being a
kidnapper. Anyway, none of the visitors who were about 10 could say what the
true state of the situation was. All they could say was that they heard that
NANS executive from a university in the state-led a gang of robbers to kidnap
Bisoye and that Bisoye was safe. However, I was told that they are yet to see
Bisoye in school or her hostel.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The story didn’t
make sense but I was happy they came to visit and they gave some interesting
news. They didn’t stay long but I was glad they came. I slept off anticipating
meeting Dr. Badmus the next day.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I took my time and
took my bath. And as I was searching for my toilet soap, (I was a fan of
Imperial leather), I noticed packs of imperial leather, Lux and Joy toilet
soap. Men! I mischievously laughed and said to myself, “it seems the beating
make sense o!”. As I prepared breakfast, I saw that I had cartons of tin
tomatoes, noodles, geisha, sardines. Milk and other provisions. Once again, I
said to myself "this beating make sense o!”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I left home with a
new bag. Dear reader, I also had a complete set of all the textbooks; even
those that I didn’t buy because I couldn’t afford them. I said to myself once
more “this beating make sense o!”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And as I was about
leaving for school. I was surprised to find the SUG President with his official
Peugeot 504 car. He told me he has been waiting outside for me since 6:30 am
and the time was 8:30 am. He said he came to personally see that I got to school
early that day if I wanted to. On Saturdays, we rarely had lectures but when it
was close to exams, lecturers fixed makeup classes to cover the topics we
missed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">So, having a ride
in the air-conditioned car of the SUG president to school was an awesome
experience; and of course, you guys know what I said to myself again “this
beating make sense o!”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I got to class and
I caused a stir. Everybody was saying sorry and sorry and sorry. I was a STAR!
Other students from other classes and all departments took their time to have a
glimpse of me. If it was this era of social media and smartphones, I would have
trended on all platforms.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">.............................................TO BE CONTINUED.</span><br />
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-68212182680501474412020-06-10T19:29:00.000+01:002020-06-10T19:29:42.614+01:00Stephen Keshi's Grave; 4 Years After<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Wole Opatola, a popular TV presenter who started his career on Segun Odegbami's TV show in the 90s posted a picture on his tweeter handle which he captioned as the grave of Stephen Keshi.<br />
Stephen Keshi was the second man to have won the African cup of nations as a player and a coach when he led the Super Eagles to win the 2013 edition of the tournament and also winning it in 1994 as the captain of the Super Eagles.<br />
He died in Benin city Edo state and was buried in Ilah Delta state, his hometown.<br />
May his soul rest in peace.<br />
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-20930680375529072602020-06-06T06:18:00.001+01:002020-06-06T06:23:16.437+01:00Man On Video Molesting Child Apologizes (Video)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Following the uproar that rippled after the video where a man was seen kissing a minor, the said man shot another video to apologize for his act. Is it coming late?<br />
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Click <a href="https://youtu.be/8EyrQfcvZWc" target="_blank">here</a> to watch the video.<br />
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-13453319151805875892020-06-05T21:53:00.004+01:002020-06-05T21:53:48.133+01:00Man Caught Molesting A Child In Video Arrested<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>A SEASON OF RAPE IN NIGERIA</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Gory would not do well in</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">describing the scene the father of Barakat Bello of Oloro town Akinyele local </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">government Ibadan, Oyo state was made to see as he saw his daughter a</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The story has it that Barakat </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">was raped before she was eventually murdered by her assailants. This story </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">follows that of Uwaila in Benin-City where a 100-level student was raped and </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">left to die in a church.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Twitter has been flooded with </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">rape and counter rape accusations; denials with some ladies coming out to </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">allege to have been raped months, weeks and some years back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I noticed that of course, we still have views that run differently from the popular views. Some of these views say that indecent dressing is one of the biggest promoters of rape that women should apply decency to their dress style. Some say that women are mostly the instigators of rape with the way they stylishly lead men on by receiving money and gifts without yielding to a proper relationship or succumbing to sexual advances. While others say that some of the accusations are just bogus claims by aggrieved partners in a love turn sour situations. Or unwarranted moves to taint the images of some persons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rape has found a place in the list of rare achievements of men in Nigeria. Women and girls which include children are raped at the slightest opportunity or created opportunity by their
assailants. At ‘innocent parties’, religious gatherings, homes, markets, offices, road sides, movie locations, sports training grounds, gyms, schools, offices, kitchens, libraries, public rest rooms, hotel rooms, homes everywhere!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Rape is a game or recreational activity by many. They bet to rape; they promise girls to rape them; they threaten girls to rape them; they also rape to ‘prove a point’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As pointless as these reasons are; they are the reality on ground. In Nigeria for example, it is evident that women who have been raped rarely make any report and they try to heal alone; which from empirical studies is nearly an impossible task. They are ashamed to
make reports because they may not be able to creditably substantiate their claims or already project the judgmental responses they would get from people. Such response includes:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">‘What were you doing there?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">‘Is that the school you were
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“I have always warned you
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Are you aware that some rape for juju purposes? Ha ha; that’s another angle. Apart from the pro and social rapists, there are some who have been told to perform some terrible acts like
raping children, old women, destitutes, their mothers, sisters, neighbours and all sorts for purposes like…wait for it; long life (Oluwa o!), wealth, success, promotions, odeshi (juju for bullet/knife proof skin) etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Thus, as you can see; rape has</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">been with us for a long time and it will definitely stay around for a while if </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">all we do is seasonal protests, activism and NOISE. Some people are making </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">money from talking without any action; making money from being women and </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">children activism all without any credible pursuit of making the productive </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">pursuit to make the very naked lacuna of CLEAR-CUT POLICY CHANGE BY THE </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">GOVERNMENT AND THE PEOPLE.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Government institutions must come out to speak and credible take actions that will facilitate a speedy trial of rape suspects. The religious leaders should also make it part of their usual
teachings. Schools should inculcate it into their curriculum and sexual orientation and awareness shouldn’t be a whisper affair any longer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Parents have to up their parenting skills with this in mind. Furthermore, girls and ladies may also consider learning one or two self defence techniques combined with skills of how to effectively use tasers and pepper spray. Introducing your children to martial arts would be a good idea too as they would have sharper reflexes, self-confidence among other skills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The police should create a </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">special unit for sexual assault and incidences of similar magnitude and victims </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">should be given opportunity to at first instance chose to anonymously make </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">their reports without the worry of being shamed or asked all the usual </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">rhetoric. And if there is already such a unit (which I doubt) it should be </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">publicized much more than ever in the media so that everybody would be aware. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nigerians are aware of SARS more than any other unit; so it is possible to also </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">make another unit as popular. There should be more awareness over the media and </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">social media about rape. We shouldn’t wait for the next victim before steps are </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">taken.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In many climes in Nigeria, women of marriageable age that are not married are shamed as irresponsible and of bad character. It would interest you to know that some of them are suffering from the effect of rape. They can longer put themselves together to accept another man in their lives. Some of them are scared to sleep at night. Some keep waking up in horror daily. You can imagine how many lives have been permanently distorted as a result of this urge when it is not tamed by some human beings. Some of the victims who got married without healing are also not free from the negativity of the aftermath of rape. Some have negatively affected their marriage with the issue. Some are afraid of having intercourse
with their husbands; some are even afraid of pushing during child birth when they see a male health worker in the delivery room, some are ‘unnecessarily’ aggressive towards their spouses or other men and some CAN BE VIOLENT for no obvious reason!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The list of rape victim also has men…who are also not immune to similar effects. However, the female gender has suffered the more backed by the cultural backing of most African cultures. The cultures that doesn’t allow women to speak. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It is a season of rape.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-91378811792718069402020-06-03T03:51:00.000+01:002020-06-03T03:51:05.538+01:00Christians And The Reopening of Churches<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>THE RE-OPENING OF CHURCH AND CHRISTIANS</b></div>
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Religious gatherings will now be allowed in Nigeria as the nation gradually ease the lockdown as a result of Covid-19. However, it is left for every state to further make guidelines for the reopening which would also be in tandem with the rules laid down by the federal government.</div>
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As a Christian, I miss Church. There are activities I do in church that I haven’t been able to effectively do at home because there is a feeling you get when you are together with fellow worshippers in the presence of GOD. This is so despite the fact that I also believe that GOD is omnipotent and omniscient. I also feel this way with the knowledge of the fact that I can pray anywhere to get the attention of GOD or praise him if that is my desire. And when it comes to fellowship, I am certain that some of you know that it is also now glaring that gatherings can be done online as has been effectively achieved by some churches.</div>
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With all the above points notwithstanding, it is also glaring that not everyone has the same level of knowledge and understanding that I laid down above; in the positive and in the negative. Arguments for and against the opening of churches hit me everyday on the airwaves and physical discussions.</div>
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<b>No matter the side you are or level of understanding you have, it is pertinent to accept the fact that if for no other thing (because we do not all share the same beliefs); the attendance of church is part of the culture of a huge number of Nigerians and taking it away has not been easy on adherents. We savour the services and the feeling of been closer to GOD by attending these places of worship.</b></div>
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Although, some have rejigged their understanding of the whole concept of Christianity and the church in ways that will infuriate those who are adamant on “we must go to church to worship GOD”; it is a new dawn in worshipping GOD to via the electronic media and the internet (the church can now be everywhere).</div>
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Glaringly, there are still many who do not understand the concept of Covid-19 or are permanently suspicious of government actions (I don’t blame them). Faith which is the substance of things hoped for is missing in many of the adherents or maybe a better way to put it is that the faith level of the adherents differs and so not everyone would have same thoughts or action.</div>
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If allowed, some Christians would have damned the virus (by their faith) and go to church while of cause, others whose faith may be described of a different view will rather remain isolated at home. However, they are all Christians abi?</div>
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Covid-19 is a certified pandemic and ravaging developed worlds in Europe, Asia and Americas. What is Nigeria when compared with these nations of far much more developed health care system, environment and safety measures and mechanisms? The CHURCH of GOD transcends the building.</div>
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Thus, it is unwise to say that YOU must go to church well the government that has the capacity to know the true state of the spread of the disease tells you otherwise.</div>
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I truly look forward to church but wonder how the services will look like. Definitely the children wing of the church won't function this way.</div>
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Will parents be nursing the children was service is going on/<br />Are we gonna praise GOD with face masks on?<br />Is it possible to attend church and not make physical contacts?</div>
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Well, time will answer these questions jare!</div>
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Consider this bible passage:</div>
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When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.<br />Isaiah 43:2 (NIV)</div>
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The CHURCH is definitely marching on as the song goes and the gates of hell shall not prevail.</div>
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Nigeria's reggae super star is dead. His death was announced on his official Instagram page by his manager Omenka Uzoma Day. He urged Nigerians not to mourn but celebrate the legend. He said further details would be released later. Majek Fahsek bust into limelight in the late 80s with the hit track Send the rain from the album titled "Prisoner of conscience" with other hit tracks like Genesis, Holy Spirit. Alittle over a year back, Nigeria lost Ras Kimono another icon of the conscious music band whom Majek celebrated during a special program at the COSON house in Ikeja.</div>
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Majek Fashek has gone on to be more than a Nigerian brand but a global brand of the reggae music with many hits including Majek Fashek inna New York, I and I experience etc.</div>
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May his soul rest in peace.<br />
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Gugurufmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08143103845985325967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646146886968074812.post-28528039416199214182020-06-02T00:38:00.003+01:002020-06-02T02:43:59.588+01:00MAN U: Ighalo Stays Back; Contract Extended<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Odion Ighalo’s dream of staying back with Manchester United for
another spell has come to pass as his loan has been extended to January 2021. I
think Odion desereves living his dream.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is a pure example of what it means when it is said that ‘money
is not everything’. Yet, you may want to argue that Odion has money to some
level and so, not having some more may not harm him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The former Super Eagles star is living the best of his days
of football as his retirement days draws close since he is already 30 years.
Talk about retiring with fulfilment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In a tweet on Monday 1<sup>st</sup> of June, the official tweeter
handle of Man U tweeted this about Ighalo:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A tenacious work rate, passion for the red shirt and goals to
his name — just three reasons why we love @IghaloJude</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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