*SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 25/07/2025* 14 villagers, policeman killed in Plateau attacks Tears as Ponzi rice scheme collapses in Edo States slashing power tariff must pay subsidy – NERC Yilwatda pledges unity, expansion as new APC National Chairman OAU students reject new dress code, cite rights violation Insecurity: Oyo outlaws Sunday trading at Bola Ige market Priscilla Ojo, Juma Jux expecting first child Hulk Hogan, wrestling icon, dies at 71 Plane crashes in Russia, kills 50 passengers US quits Gaza truce talks, blaming Hamas for failure France will recognise State of Palestine – Macron Nigeria presents 3rd SDG progress report at UN forum 50 Nigerians nabbed for cyberfraud, human trafficking in Ghana Canada-based Nigerian Chef to cook 15,500 dishes in Guinness World Record bid -------------------------- *DID YOU KNOW?* * Burundi has two capital cities. In 2019, the government decided to make Gitega the political capital of the Burundi while keeping Bujumbura as its economic capital. * Humans have inherited genes from other species throughout evolution. -------------------------- 2027: ‘Coalition of confusion’ – Tinubu mocks ADC as Yilwatda emerges APC chair Shettima: Nigeria to champion privatesector-led food systems reform at UN Summit 2027: ADC coalition a desperate, ideology-lacking move — Speaker Abbas Kalu hails Tinubu’s $3bn allocation for eastern rail line completion Reps committee to introduce green jobs bill, target women, youth in energy sector Reps move to establish independent body for tracking federal projects Natasha blocked, released at Abuja airport Natasha to serve out suspension as Senate enters recess Court fixes Nov. 25 for ex-Anambra Governor Obiano’s trial Court orders Police to pay #EndSARS protesters N10m over rights violation Court affirms FIRS’ powers to collect VAT on food deliverie Fake customs officer arraigned after scamming victims N34m $2.1m trial: Court orders return of seized funds to ex-NHIS boss EFCC, NFIU target terror funds after N13.7m Plateau cash bust Nigeria harbours 40% of W’Africa’s 500 million illegal arms – CDS Illegal arms mop-up begins in South West — NCCSLA Four arrested over NDLEA officer’s killing in Ondo NSCDC licenses 28 private security firms, tasks them on intelligence gathering FG sets 12-year new minimum age for JSS1 admission FG mandates GPS coordinates for projects above N150m Umahi orders urgent repairs on damaged Keffi Flyover after truck collision Tinubu channeling oil subsidy savings to health, other sectors – Pate New contractors invited to fast-track $2.8bn pipeline completion – NNPC Officers issuing passports to non-citizens won’t go free, says Immigration boss 2027: INEC receives 10 more applications for political party registration Anambra: INEC registers over 160,000 new voters in two weeks Bad roads, reckless driving kill 2,800 in six months – FRSC NADDC develops standards for gas-powered, electric vehicle industry NYSC pushes for stricter monitoring of corps members’ performance States have no power to alter wholesale electricity cost – NERC First Holdco’s N323b transaction complied with all rules, says SEC LPPC shortlists Ubanyioneu, Badejo-Olusanya, 55 others for SAN rank Nigeria faces cancer emergency with 127,000 cases annually, experts warn Deborah’s death inspires initiative to curb religious extremism HRAI condemns attacks on Muslim women in veil Over 207 million Nigerians have benefited from donated N110bn medical facilities — RCCG Electricity Act amendment: Labour rejects proposed ban on industrial action N’west youths want candidate to replace Yilwatda as minister Electricity tariff by state regulators threatens sector liquidity – DisCos, GenCos ‘3,500 Nigerian goods enjoy zero duties to UK Dangote refinery to hit 700,000bpd by December – Report Nigeria open to stablecoins, says SEC Dangote Sugar reports N626m Q2 loss Guinness Nigeria rebounds to N16.2bn full-year profit Fidelity Bank to empower 100 SMEs with digital tools Guinness emerges Big Brother Naija Season 10 Gold Sponsor LBS deepens EU-Nigeria alliance amid €730m grant PDP NEC fixes national elective convention for Nov 15 in Ibadan ADC slams FG as US flags Nigeria as high-risk destination Stop poking your nose in opposition affairs, Atiku fires back at Tinubu, APC 2027: PDP zones presidency to South Yilwatda speaks on Kwankwaso’s possible defection to APC Kwankwaso: Tinubu Developing Southern Nigeria At Expense Of North Bauchi Gov: We’ll Give APC A Big Fight In 2027 Sanwo-Olu, Fashola hail as Oniru unveils Lagos memoir Otti under fire for opposing more South-East states Makinde unveils new Oyo tourist hub masterplan UNICEF tasks Adamawa traditional rulers on out-of-school children Jigawa airport gets approval to operate cargo terminal Ogun LG signs $250m partnership to transform communities Yobe reopens closed markets, cites improved security Govt canvasses ethical use of AI in storytelling Lagos celebrates 25 years of legal aid for vulnerable Kaduna Film Festival receives 2,000 films from 50 countries – Organisers Police arrest 6 over alleged theft of solar street lights in Bayelsa Police foil robbery, kill suspect in A’Ibom Suspected Killer Of Kogi Photo Journalist Found Dead Runaway python from ex-AGF’s Kano residence raises panic, alarm Ogun Takes Custody Of Abandoned 2-Day-Old Baby -------------------------- *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1978, the world’s first test tube baby was born. Louise Joy Brown was the first person to be conceived using in-vitro fertilization or IVF technology, pioneered by doctors Patrick Steptoe and Robert Edwards. -------------------------- Hope is the power that gives a person the confidence to step out and try. – Zig Ziglar 😃😃😃 Good morning and happy weekend Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George osujis@yahoo.com +234-8122200446*

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Bra Joe, Food and Pregnancy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 In the quiet village of Ga-Mphahlele, somewhere deep in Limpopo, a serious drama was brewing not in the government, but in a small kitchen behind a shack. Meet Sibongile, a woman with an appetite that could humble a lion. She was glowing with what everyone thought was a pregnancy. Her stomach entered the room five seconds before she did. Her husband, Bra Joe, a retired taxi driver turned house chef, had taken over cooking duties ever since she said the smell of onions made her dizzy.🤣 On this fine afternoon, Sibongile sat outside, legs spread like a queen on her throne, devouring a big bowl of soup with pap. She licked her fingers and sighed, My husband, the soup you prepared today again is very sweet oh🤣🤣🤣 Bra Joe stood nearby with a big cooking spoon in hand, wearing his famous pink apron that read Chef of Love. But this time, he didn’t smile. He squinted at her belly, leaned on his spoon, and asked: I say, when did the doctor say you giving birth🤣 Silence. Even the chickens behind the house paused. Sibongile blinked. Ah-ahn, baby, why are you asking like that now🤣🤣 Bra Joe looked at the empty pot, then at her belly, then back at the pot. Because this is the 4th month now. Every day you say the baby is kicking, but I think it's the chicken stew kicking inside you🤣🤣🤣 Sibongile gasped. You are saying I’m not pregnant🤣 Bra Joe pointed his spoon like a microphone. I'’m saying, if this is pregnancy, then I’m the one expecting twins, because I haven’t eaten meat since January🤣🤣 Neighbours started peeking over the fence, chewing on gossip like it was chakalaka.🤣 Old Mama Dineo shouted from next door, Haaibo! Maybe she’s just food-pregnant, my son. The way she eats, even the fridge is afraid to open at night🤣🤣 Sibongile stood up slowly her belly wobbling like a drum full of jelly. She stormed into the house shouting, I’m going to the clinic now. You will see the baby scan today🤣🤣 Bra Joe just shook his head, walked to the pot, and whispered: I hope the doctor doesn’t find meat bones in that scan🤣🤣🤣 In South Africa, love is sweet but if your pap disappears faster than your bank balance, ask questions before the belly grows too big.🤣🤣 Coming next week.."Bra Joe installs a food padlock on the fridge🤣🤣🤣

Iran calls on Trump to seek ceasefire as Israel intensifies air war Iran called on US President Donald Trump on Monday to force Israel to cease fire as the only way to end the four-day-old aerial war, while Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said his country was on the "path to victory" Israeli forces stepped up their bombardment of Iranian cities, while Iran proved capable of piercing Israeli air defences with one of its most successful volleys yet of retaliatory missile strikes. “If President Trump is genuine about diplomacy and interested in stopping this war, next steps are consequential,” Iran’s Foreign Minister Abbas Araqchi said on X. “Israel must halt its aggression, and absent a total cessation of military aggression against us, our responses will continue. It takes one phone call from Washington to muzzle someone like Netanyahu. That may pave the way for a return to diplomacy.” Sources told Reuters that Tehran had asked Qatar, Saudi Arabia and Oman to press Trump to use his influence on Israel to agree to an immediate ceasefire. In return, Iran would show flexibility in nuclear negotiations, said the two Iranian and three regional sources. Netanyahu told Israeli troops at an air base that Israel was on its way to achieving its two main aims: wiping out Iran’s nuclear programme and destroying its missiles. “We are on the path to victory,” he said. “We are telling the citizens of Tehran: ‘Evacuate’ — and we are taking action.” 'Israel bombard Iran, 224 Iranians killed' Israel launched its air war on Friday with a surprise attack that killed nearly the entire top echelon of Iran’s military commanders and its leading nuclear scientists. It has said it now has control of Iranian airspace and intends to escalate its campaign in coming days. Tehran’s retaliation is the first time in decades of shadow war and proxy conflict that missiles fired from Iran have pierced Israeli defences in significant numbers and killed Israelis in their homes. Iran says more than 224 Iranians have been killed, most of them civilians. Media published images of wounded children, women, and the elderly from cities across the country. State TV broadcast scenes of collapsed presidential buildings, burned-out cars, and shattered streets in Tehran. Many residents were trying to flee the capital, describing queues for petrol and bank machines that were out of cash. “I am desperate. My two children are scared and cannot sleep at night because of the sound of air defence and attacks, explosions. But we have nowhere to go. We hid under our dining table,” Gholamreza Mohammadi, 48, a civil servant, told Reuters by phone from Tehran. In Israel, 24 people have been killed so far in Iran’s missile attacks, all of them civilians. Round the clock television images showed rescuers working in ruins of flattened homes. “It’s terrifying because it’s so unknown,” said Guydo Tetelbaum, 31, a chef in Tel Aviv who was in his apartment when the alerts came in shortly after 4 a.m. (0100 GMT). He had tried to reach a shelter but his door was blown in. “This could be the beginning of a long time like this. Or it could get worse, or hopefully better, but it’s the unknown that’s the scariest.” Trump has consistently said that the Israeli assault could end quickly if Iran agrees to U.S. demands that it accept strict curbs to its nuclear programme. Talks between the United States and Iran, hosted by Oman, had been scheduled for Sunday but were scrapped, with Tehran saying it could not negotiate while under attack. On Monday, Iranian lawmakers floated the idea of quitting the nuclear non-proliferation treaty, a move bound to be seen as a setback for any negotiations.

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS PART 6 The morning of Jessica’s birthday dawned bright and golden, but her heart felt heavy. She sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mr. Scar’s villa, watching the sun rise over Lagos, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the glass. Birthdays had always been a quiet affair in the slums—if they were celebrated at all. Her mother would save for weeks just to buy a small cake, her father would whisper prayers of gratitude over her head, and her siblings would crowd around her, their laughter loud enough to shake their tiny one-room home. Now, surrounded by luxury, she missed them more than ever. A single tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t hear him enter. Mr. Scar stood silently, watching her. He had noticed the change in her these past few days—the way her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, the way she stared at her phone but never dialed, the way she flinched whenever someone mentioned family. He knew why. And he had planned something. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward. Jessica quickly wiped her face, forcing a smile. "You’re up early," she said softly. Mr. Scar didn’t respond. Just studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and left. Jessica’s shoulders slumped. She shouldn’t have expected anything. Two hours later, a sleek black dress was delivered to her room. Silk. Designer. The kind of thing she used to admire in shop windows but could never afford. A note was pinned to it: "Wear this. Be ready by 7." Jessica’s heart skipped. The restaurant was breathtaking. An entire five-star venue, emptied of all other guests, decorated in soft gold and white. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light over tables laden with food—not just any food, but her favorites. Jollof rice, peppered snails, even the small coconut cakes her mother used to save up to buy her. Jessica turned in a slow circle, her mouth open. "What… is all this?" Mr. Scar stood beside her, his usual scowl in place, but there was something softer in his eyes. "You thought I forgot," he said. It wasn’t a question. Jessica swallowed. "I didn’t think you… cared." A muscle ticked in his jaw. Then, so quiet she almost missed it: "I do." For the first time in months, Jessica laughed. Really laughed. Mr. Scar’s men—usually so intimidating—had awkwardly attempted to decorate, hanging lopsided balloons and streamers. A massive cake was wheeled out, and though Mr. Scar refused to wear the ridiculous paper crown the chef offered, Jessica caught the faintest smirk when she put hers on. Music played. She danced. And for a few hours, the weight on her heart lifted. But as the night wound down, a familiar sadness crept back in. Mr. Scar noticed. "Come," he said, holding out his hand. "Where are we going?" "You’ll see." The drive was quiet. Jessica watched the city blur past, her mind racing. They left the bustling streets behind, winding into an upscale residential area—the kind where diplomats and billionaires lived. Her pulse quickened when the car slowed. A mansion loomed ahead, its gates ornate, its gardens lush under the moonlight. "Whose house is this?" she whispered. Mr. Scar didn’t answer. Just stepped out and offered his hand. Jessica took it, her legs unsteady. The doorbell echoed like a gunshot in the silent night. Jessica held her breath. Then— The door opened. And her mother stood there. Time stopped. Jessica’s knees gave out. She collapsed right there on the marble steps, her hands flying to her mouth. "Mama?" Her mother’s eyes filled with tears. "My baby!" Then arms were around her—her mother’s familiar scent, her father’s strong embrace, her siblings’ voices shouting her name as they piled into the doorway. Jessica sobbed. They were here. They were healthy. Their clothes were new, their faces fuller, their smiles brighter. How? She turned, searching for Mr. Scar. He stood a few paces back, his hands in his pockets, watching. And for the first time, Jessica understood. "You…" Her voice broke. "You did this?" Mr. Scar shrugged, as if it were nothing. "I had them moved months ago." Months. That meant… He had been taking care of them. All this time. Jessica’s heart swelled until she thought it might burst. Her father stepped forward, gripping Mr. Scar’s hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick. "You saved us." Mr. Scar looked almost uncomfortable. "I don’t like debts." But Jessica knew the truth. This wasn’t about debts. This was about her. Later, when the tears had dried and the initial shock had worn off, Jessica found Mr. Scar standing alone in the garden. She approached slowly. "You never told me," she said. He didn’t turn. "Would you have believed me?" "No." A pause. Then: "They’re yours," he said gruffly. "The house. The cars. Everything. It’s in your name." Jessica’s breath caught. "Why?" Finally, he faced her. The moonlight caught the scar on his cheek, the gold in his eyes. "Because you smiled today," he said simply. "I wanted to see it again." And with that, he walked away, leaving Jessica standing there, her heart in her throat. As she watched him go, something inside her shifted. This man—this dangerous, complicated man—had given her more than just a house or a party. He had given her back her family. Her happiness. Himself. And for the first time, Jessica didn’t just feel gratitude. She felt love. TO BE CONTINUED...

THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS PART 5 The first time Jessica stepped out of that cold, confined room, her legs trembled—not from fear, but from the sudden rush of freedom. Mr. Scar stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the light from the hall, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. Just extended a hand, palm up, waiting. Jessica hesitated. "Take it," he growled. *"Or go back inside." She took it. His grip was firm, warm, swallowing her slender fingers whole as he led her down the dimly lit corridor. She expected another prison. What she got was a paradise. The new room was nothing like the last. Large windows draped with silk curtains let in the golden Lagos sunlight. A king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, a vanity table lined with perfumes and lotions, even a bookshelf stocked with novels—many of them her favorites, though she never told him that. Jessica turned in slow circles, taking it all in, her heart pounding. "Why?" she whispered. Mr. Scar stood by the door, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place. But his eyes—those dark, dangerous eyes—watched her with something close to… satisfaction. "Because I can," he said simply. But they both knew it was a lie. It started with a cough. A small thing, insignificant. But by nightfall, Jessica was burning up, her skin slick with sweat, her body wracked with shivers. She barely registered the door bursting open. Barely felt the strong arms lifting her from the bed. But she would never forget the raw panic in Mr. Scar’s voice when he barked at his men: "Get a doctor. NOW." For three days, Jessica drifted in and out of consciousness. And for three days, Mr. Scar never left her side. She woke once to find him slumped in a chair beside her bed, his usually immaculate suit wrinkled, his scarred face shadowed with exhaustion. A damp cloth was clutched in his hand, as if he’d been wiping her brow moments before sleep took him. Another time, she stirred to the feel of strong arms lifting her, holding her against a broad chest as he forced sips of water between her cracked lips. "Drink," he ordered, his voice rough but oddly gentle. Jessica obeyed, too weak to argue. The fever broke on the fourth night. Jessica woke to the sound of harsh, uneven breathing. Mr. Scar sat on the edge of her bed, his head bowed, his shoulders trembling. Moonlight spilled through the windows, glinting off the wet tracks on his cheeks. Tears. The most feared man in Lagos was crying. Over her. Jessica’s breath caught. He must have heard, because his head snapped up, his expression hardening instantly. But it was too late—she’d seen it. The vulnerability. The fear. "Don’t," he warned, voice hoarse. She said nothing. Just reached out, her fingers brushing his. He didn’t pull away. As Jessica grew stronger, Mr. Scar’s behavior grew more… confusing. He allowed her to wander the villa freely, though guards always lingered just out of sight. He had chefs prepare her favorite meals, though she never told him what she liked. And at night— At night, he came to her room. Not to hurt her. Not to demand anything. Just to be there. He would sit on the edge of her bed, sometimes reading, sometimes just watching her with those dark, unreadable eyes. And when the nightmares came—because they always did—he was there, pulling her into his arms without a word, holding her until the shaking stopped. One night, as she drifted off against his chest, she heard him murmur something that made her heart stop: "Please don’t leave me." Jessica should have been afraid. This was the man who’d locked her up, who’d threatened to kill her, who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. But as the days passed, she found herself watching him too. Noticing the way his stern expression softened when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way his hands, so capable of violence, were endlessly gentle with her. And one terrifying day, she realized the truth: She didn’t want to leave. The household noticed the change. Hardened mafia men gaped as their boss carried Jessica to the garden when she was too weak to walk. The maids whispered when he personally tasted her food before letting her eat, a habit born from paranoia but now tinged with something else. Protection. Possession. Love. But no one dared say a word. Because while Mr. Scar had clearly softened for Jessica, he was still a monster to everyone else. The most surprising thing? He never crossed the line. No inappropriate touches. No demands. Just quiet companionship and a respect that left Jessica breathless. One evening, as he turned to leave her room, she found herself speaking without thinking: "Stay." Mr. Scar froze. When he turned back, his eyes were blazing. "Do you know what you’re asking?" he growled. Jessica held his gaze. "Yes." For a long moment, they just stared at each other. Then, slowly, he shook his head. "Not like this," he said softly. *"Not until, you’re sure." And with that, he left. TO BE CONTINUED...

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