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Igbos have lived with us for more than 50 years. They have contributed to Our economy and community. Governor of North Carolina United States said, as he declares June 14th Igbo day . Igbos to the world. This is amazing

Before, Governor Babajide Sanwo-Olu was sitting in a corner while President Bola Tinubu was praying in a mosque (Sanwo-Olu is a Christian and MFM member) Now, Governor Sanwo-Olu is joining the prayer and praying the Islamic way. What a way to show true repentance and prove your loyalty

🛑VP Shettima Joins President Tinubu For Juma’at Prayers In Abuja. Vice President Kashim Shettima, alongside several other government officials, joined President Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu for Juma’at prayers on Friday at the Ansar-Ud-Deen Central Mosque, Wuse 2, Abuja. The delegation included the Chief of Staff to the President, Rt. Hon. Femi Gbajabiamila, Deputy Chief of Staff to the President, Sen. Ibrahim Hassan Hadejia, and the governors of Kwara State, AbdulRahman AbdulRazaq; Kaduna State, Sen. Uba Sani; Jigawa State, Umar Namadi; Lagos State, Babajide Sanwo-Olu; Yobe State, Mai Mala Buni; and Deputy Senate President, Sen. Barau Jibrin. The prayers were also offered in honour of President Tinubu's late mother, Hajiya Abibatu Mogaji. Political Affairs Int

We're growing Oyo's economy, repositioning state as investment destination- Makinde, Explains Govt House project Oyo State governor, 'Seyi Makinde, has reiterated his administration's commitment to building a resilient economy, improving the quality of life for the people and securing the future for generations to come. The governor said this on Friday while presenting a State of the State Address, held at the Oyo State House of Assembly Complex, Secretariat, Agodi, Ibadan. He noted that through several policies being implemented by the state government and its simple approach to solving complex governance issues, Oyo State has become an investment destination. Governor Makinde stressed that the government's efforts have yielded many positive results, including the designation of the Fasola Agribusiness Industrial Hub as Nigeria’s first agricultural transformation centre by the African Development Bank (AfDB), the ongoing construction of the Eruwa Agribusiness Industrial Hub and the admittance of Oyo State into the World Union of Wholesale Market, the first sub-national in Africa to achieve such feat. Others, the governor noted, are the ongoing upgrade of the Samuel Ladoke Akintola Airport, which first phase will be commissioned in October 2025, the fixing of the state's infrastructure deficit, with major arterial roads across the state, inner roads in Ibadan already done and dusted and the ongoing construction of 87 kilometres of rural roads under the Rural Access and Agricultural Marketing Project (RAAMP), while efforts are also on to complete the 48 kilometres Ido-Eruwa Road. Makinde also reiterated that the fixing of inner roads will continue in the coming months, with Ogbomoso and Oyo zones set to become the next ports of call. He declared that the administration would not relent until the vision of making Oyo State a regional economic powerhouse, a cultural beacon, and a place where every citizen can thrive, is achieved. In the education and health care sectors, Governor Makinde assured residents of the state that his government would bridge the gap between rural and urban education and continue to upgrade education infrastructure so as to reduce deficit. He also promised to continue to provide healthcare programmes that would bring benefits to the people of the state. This was just as the governor addressed the controversy surrounding the planned reconstruction of the Oyo State Government House, explaining that the instability in foreign exchange, among other factors, is responsible for the perceived high cost of the project, which is expected to cover the reconstruction of buildings, roads and other ancillary facilities in the Government House and adjoining chalets. He said: “Yesterday, I trended for the wrong reason, because people were saying we want to spend N63bn to renovate the Government House. My answer to them is just to point our attention to one thing and I want you to listen to me attentively. “Before I came into office, the previous administration took a loan of $200m from the World Bank for the Ibadan Urban Flood Management Project (IUFMP). As of the time I came in on May 29, 2019, that dollar-denominated loan was in the book of Oyo State as N70bn, because a dollar to a Naira was around N350. We were paying about N700 million every month to service the loan. But we finished the IUFMP, though, before I came in, $100m had been spent and $50m committed. “This administration was supposed to spend N$50m to complete the projects but we did not spend the amount. We honoured all the commitments made by the previous administration, and returned $18m to the World Bank, which we didn’t spend. That was how we have managed the project prudently in Oyo State. But that is not even where I am going. “My point is, in 2019 in the Oyo State books, N70bn was what Oyo State owed. Fast-forward to today, the IUFMP project is completed without adding one inch of drainage to the project, but simply by the exchange rate movement, Oyo State today owes N320bn. This is because the N70bn calculated as N350 to one dollar in 2019 is now the same amount, but it is now calculated at about N1,540 to the dollar. That is our reality. We have now moved from paying N700m on the IUFMP loan when I came in, to now paying N3bn to service that loan monthly now. “Can we sleep when it is raining? Yes, because the IUFMP has basically tamed the issue of erosion. We have an Advanced Warning System installed in that place. But, my point is, to manage our exchange rate is not for me to determine in Oyo State. It is on the exclusive list. But whatever it is, we will do what is in the best interest of our state.” Governor Makinde, who also expressed his excitement that he is the governor of the state at the auspicious period of the state's 50th anniversary, which comes up in February 2025, said the state is embarking on key efforts to mark the epochal event. He maintained that the government is planning to purchase two aircraft for security surveillance and that this will be achieved before the 50th anniversary celebration on February 3, 2026, during which the government will celebrate the state and those who have contributed to make it what it is today. Earlier in his address, the Speaker of the Oyo State House of Assembly, Rt. Hon. Adebo Ogundoyin, appreciated the governor for prioritising the welfare of the workers and for approving the recruitment of 181 new staff for the Oyo State House of Assembly, among other developments. He assured the citizens that the 10th Assembly remained committed to delivering quality legislation, robust oversight and responsive representation with sincerity, diligence, and accountability. Also speaking, House Assembly members, including the Deputy Speaker, Hon. Mohammed Fadeyi, Majority Leader, Hon. Sanjo Adedoyin, Hon. Gabriel Babajide, Hon. Gbenga Oyekola, Hon. Dele Adeola and Hon. Peter Ojedokun, among others, lauded Governor Makinde for his people-oriented leadership. They all pointed out other areas they would want the government to focus its attention in the coming months, including the resuscitation of LAUTECH Teaching Hospital Annex in Oyo, rural roads in other zones of the state, education and health infrastructure, among others. The event had in attendance former deputy governor and PDP Deputy National Chairman (South), Ambassador Taofeek Arapaja; former deputy governors, Engr Hamid Gbadamosi and Barr. Hazeem Gbolarumi; wife of a former Governor, Chief Mrs Mutiat Ladoja; Chief Judge of Oyo State, Justice Iyabo Yerima; Secretary to the State Government, Prof Olanike Adeyemo; Chief of Staff, Otunba Segun Ogunwuyi; and Head of Service, Mrs Olubunmi Oni, mni. Others were Commissioners, Chairmen of Boards and Agencies, Chairmen of local governments councils, traditional rulers, PDP leaders and religious leaders, among other dignitaries.

Let me share this here. If this incident that happened a few hours ago. I wasn’t supposed to stop. But I did. There was chaos just ahead of the supermarket gate somewhere in Surulere. A black Toyota Corolla was surrounded by three LASTMA officials. The driver, mid-40s, shirt soaked in sweat, kept pacing between them. And something in his voice stopped me. "Please. Please just look inside the car. He is not even moving anymore. That’s my son. He is sick, he is very sick. We were going to the hospital. I only stepped in to grab his medication. I was gone for just five minutes." One of the officials shook his head like he’d heard it a thousand times. "You people always have stories. Why park where you're not supposed to? You want us to lose our job?" Another officer barked. "Oga, if you don’t bring ₦70,000 now, this car is going to the yard. And from there? You’ll need close to ₦400,000 to bail it." The man reached out. Not to touch them. Just to plead. They stepped back like he carried something contagious. "I swear I’m not lying. Please. He has severe asthma. I forgot the nebulizer at home. I was rushing to the hospital, Faithview, just ten minutes from here. Look at him! You have a child, right? Please, have sympathy." That was when I looked. The boy,maybe ten, was in the backseat, his small frame slumped against the door, eyes half-closed. His chest heaved in rapid spasms, every breath sounding like gravel grinding in a pipe. His fingers trembled. His lips were turning dark. So I stepped forward. "What’s wrong with him?" The father looked at me, disoriented. "Asthma. It started an hour ago. He had a mild attack in the morning, but it’s worsening fast. I was going to get him treated and just stopped for a refill. Please, sir… help me talk to them." I tried to talk to the LASTMA officers but they ignored me so I turned back to the man. "Try and sort this with them, let me take him to the hospital." His eyes widened. "You…?” "We don't have another option and there is no time. He needs oxygen. Now.” He hesitated. "You’re a stranger." "I am. But your son is dying.” He looked back at the boy. Then at me. He obviously saw that there was no other option left. His lips trembled. "Give me your number. Please.” I gave him mine. And he gave me his. I opened the door and gently lifted the boy from the backseat. He was warm. Burning. His eyes barely focused on mine. As I placed him in my car, the father shouted behind me. "Please, call me the moment you get there. Please don’t let anything happen to him!" I nodded once. Then I got into the car and quickly drove off. The hospital wasn’t crowded, I guess because it was a private one. I rushed in carrying the boy in both arms. "Emergency! Severe asthma attack. Ten-year-old boy!" The receptionist stood up so fast her chair hit the wall. She shouted. "Treatment Room Two! Get Doctor Okafor!" While I tried to fill the form I was given, two nurses rushed and took the boy, placed him on the oxygen tank, connected a nebulizer, and began checking vitals. One of the nurses murmured. "He’s tachypneic. Respiration over 40. Oxygen saturation 82%." The doctor said as he rushed in still zipping his scrubs. "Get the hydrocortisone ready. Nebulize him every 20 minutes. Keep him on oxygen. If he doesn’t stabilize, we’re moving to adrenaline injection.” I stood there. My heart pounding. This wasn’t my child. But it felt like my fight. Minutes passed. Then the doctor came out. “He is stable." He said, wiping his forehead. "That was close. He’ll be okay, but he needs to stay a few hours for monitoring.” I thanked him so much. The bill came. ₦89,000. I paid with my debit card. I stepped outside and called the boy’s father. He picked on the first ring. “Hello! Sir, please, is he?" "He is stable. He is getting oxygen and treatment.” A pause. Then I heard the man begin to cry. Softly. I didn’t speak. I let him. But he wasn’t done. “They’ve taken the car. They refused to wait. I was still begging when the towing truck came. They said the 70K grace was over. I’m at their yard in Iponri now. Sir… they’re asking for ₦385,000 to release my car.” I looked at the hospital door behind me. Then at the sky. Then back to my car. I didn't know what to say to him. But all I found myself saying was. "I’m coming.” And I meant it. He couldn't believe his ears. I arrived at the LASTMA office just before 3PM. The weather was warm, no sun, but the heat stuck to my skin like wet cloth. I found him standing by a corner fence, head down, fingers digging into his scalp. He was tired and confused. So I said to him gently. "Sir." He looked up like someone coming out of a bad dream. His eyes were red, his face streaked with dry sweat and tears. He approached me nervously. His voice was hoarse. "My car… they have impounded it. Said I’ll pay ₦385,000. They even threatened to keep increasing the fine by day. That car is my only source of income. That's my office from where I make money to take care of my son and my wife. God, please, help me." I told him. "Stay calm. Nothing will happen to your car, you'll get it back, I believe." He nodded slowly. "They have been laughing at me. One said, ‘Your son is sick? Na why you go break law? You think say we be Red Cross?’" I felt something cold stir in my chest. Not rage. Just sadness. I said to him. "Please, come with me." We walked into the building. Inside, it smelled of engine oil, sweat, and indifference. I approached the counter. “Good afternoon. I’d like to speak with your superior officer. It’s regarding a car that was impounded a few hours ago, black Toyota Corolla.” A thickset officer with bloodshot eyes looked up at me. "Eeyyaa who you be? Police or Army? Abeg everything you want to say, say it here. We don’t have time.” I responded calmly but firm. "I was the one who rushed the sick boy to the hospital, I have the hospital card and bill here. He was in the back seat of that vehicle. That child would have died today if I didn’t act." He scoffed. "And so? Good for him. E mean say we no go do our job?” "No one said that but this man was in an emergency. All he asked was a few more minutes. Instead, you people want to extort him. Now you’re billing him almost ₦400,000. This isn’t traffic enforcement. It’s cruelty." Another officer chimed in. "Oga, the car don enter system. Na only Oga inside go override am. And e no dey see everybody." "Then let him see me." "As governor of Lagos State or as who?" Silence. I stood my ground. "Get your superior. I’ll wait.” The minutes crawled. The father stood beside me like a child awaiting judgment. Fortunately, a senior officer emerged. Bald, tall, stern. I saw his name tag. He sized me up before he said. "What’s the problem?” I stepped forward and told the story. From the moment I saw the boy wheezing in the back seat, to carrying him into the hospital, to paying the ₦89,000 hospital bill, to returning only to find the car had been towed. The Commander listened without interruption. Then he asked a single question: “Do you have proof the boy was sick?” I handed him the hospital bill and the case card. He studied them for a long moment. Then something shifted in his eyes. He looked at the officers behind the desk. "You towed the vehicle knowing a child was dying in it?" "Sir, the man parked in a no-parking." "I didn’t ask that. I asked if you knew a child was in distress in the car." No one answered. He sighed. "Release the car. Immediately. Remove the fine. No man should suffer for saving his own son’s life. And you." He turned to the father. "You’re lucky someone still has a conscience in this country. Thank this guy for stepping in." The man fell to his knees. "Thank you. Thank you, sir… I swear, thank you…" When the superior left, he turned to me. And his voice broke. "You didn’t know me. Yet you rushed my son to the hospital. You paid for his treatment. And now, you’re standing here fighting for me when I couldn’t even fight for myself." I helped him to his feet. He opened his wallet and tried to hand me some money. "I don’t have much. Please… even if it’s part of what you spent..." I shook my head. "Your son is breathing. That’s enough. Please, pick your car and go and see him. God bless you." He looked at me, eyes trembling. "Why? Why would you do this for me?" I didn’t know how to answer that. So I said the only thing I truly believed. "Because someone should." As we walked out into the fading light, I handed him a folded note. It was the hospital’s follow-up card. His son had to return in two days for further tests. "I already booked the appointment. He’ll need more care. Don’t miss it." He opened it slowly, then looked back at me, his lips parted, but no words came. Only tears. Only silence. And behind us, the LASTMA officers watched. They were quiet now. Maybe even ashamed. But I left there happy and fulfilled. You could do the same. And the world will be a better place. . Chiemelie Kyrian Offor June 17, 2025

Governor Uba Sani of Kaduna State has named a newly completed specialist hospital after President Bola Ahmed Tinubu, in recognition of his leadership and commitment to national development.

Former Governor of Kaduna State, Nasir El-Rufai, has asserted that President Bola Tinubu’s re-election in 2027 is an impossibility. Speaking in an interview shared on his verified X handle on Thursday, the Social Democratic Party chieftain emphasised that anyone holding a different view is out of touch with the reality in Nigeria. El-Rufai contended that the Nigerian populace has lost confidence in both the All Progressives Congress and the current president, suggesting that they would therefore be unwilling to cast their votes for them in the upcoming general election.

Nigerians have reacted following the rejection of N30m donation from a popular Northern governor to Pastor Paul Enenche. Full details and video are in the comments. Photo credit: Paul Eneche/Nasir Idris

North Carolina Governor Declares June 14 ‘Igbo Day’ To Celebrate Nigerian Heritage, Urges Statewide Observance Governor Josh Stein of North Carolina has officially declared June 14, 2025, as “Igbo Day” across the state. The proclamation honours the vibrant Igbo community, whose roots trace back to southeastern Nigeria. With thousands of Igbo residents—some having lived in the state for over half a century—the community has become an integral part of North Carolina’s social, economic, and cultural fabric.

I saw the post below. It touched the core of my soul. With people like Chiemelie Kyrian Offor, I am again hopeful for my country. God bless him🙏 ***Let me share this here.*** Of this incident that happened a few hours ago. I wasn’t supposed to stop. But I did. There was chaos just ahead of the supermarket gate somewhere in Surulere. A black Toyota Corolla was surrounded by three LASTMA officials. The driver, mid-40s, shirt soaked in sweat, kept pacing between them. And something in his voice stopped me. "Please. Please just look inside the car. He is not even moving anymore. That’s my son. He is sick, he is very sick. We were going to the hospital. I only stepped in to grab his medication. I was gone for just five minutes." One of the officials shook his head like he’d heard it a thousand times. "You people always have stories. Why park where you're not supposed to? You want us to lose our job?" Another officer barked. "Oga, if you don’t bring ₦70,000 now, this car is going to the yard. And from there? You’ll need close to ₦400,000 to bail it." The man reached out. Not to touch them. Just to plead. They stepped back like he carried something contagious. "I swear I’m not lying. Please. He has severe asthma. I forgot the nebulizer at home. I was rushing to the hospital, Faithview, just ten minutes from here. Look at him! You have a child, right? Please, have sympathy." That was when I looked. The boy,maybe ten, was in the backseat, his small frame slumped against the door, eyes half-closed. His chest heaved in rapid spasms, every breath sounding like gravel grinding in a pipe. His fingers trembled. His lips were turning dark. So I stepped forward. "What’s wrong with him?" The father looked at me, disoriented. "Asthma. It started an hour ago. He had a mild attack in the morning, but it’s worsening fast. I was going to get him treated and just stopped for a refill. Please, sir… help me talk to them." I tried to talk to the LASTMA officers but they ignored me so I turned back to the man. "Try and sort this with them, let me take him to the hospital." His eyes widened. "You…?” "We don't have another option and there is no time. He needs oxygen. Now.” He hesitated. "You’re a stranger." "I am. But your son is dying.” He looked back at the boy. Then at me. He obviously saw that there was no other option left. His lips trembled. "Give me your number. Please.” I gave him mine. And he gave me his. I opened the door and gently lifted the boy from the backseat. He was warm. Burning. His eyes barely focused on mine. As I placed him in my car, the father shouted behind me. "Please, call me the moment you get there. Please don’t let anything happen to him!" I nodded once. Then I got into the car and quickly drove off. The hospital wasn’t crowded, I guess because it was a private one. I rushed in carrying the boy in both arms. "Emergency! Severe asthma attack. Ten-year-old boy!" The receptionist stood up so fast her chair hit the wall. She shouted. "Treatment Room Two! Get Doctor Okafor!" While I tried to fill the form I was given, two nurses rushed and took the boy, placed him on the oxygen tank, connected a nebulizer, and began checking vitals. One of the nurses murmured. "He’s tachypneic. Respiration over 40. Oxygen saturation 82%." The doctor said as he rushed in still zipping his scrubs. "Get the hydrocortisone ready. Nebulize him every 20 minutes. Keep him on oxygen. If he doesn’t stabilize, we’re moving to adrenaline injection.” I stood there. My heart pounding. This wasn’t my child. But it felt like my fight. Minutes passed. Then the doctor came out. “He is stable." He said, wiping his forehead. "That was close. He’ll be okay, but he needs to stay a few hours for monitoring.” I thanked him so much. The bill came. ₦89,000. I paid with my debit card. I stepped outside and called the boy’s father. He picked on the first ring. “Hello! Sir, please, is he?" "He is stable. He is getting oxygen and treatment.” A pause. Then I heard the man begin to cry. Softly. I didn’t speak. I let him. But he wasn’t done. “They’ve taken the car. They refused to wait. I was still begging when the towing truck came. They said the 70K grace was over. I’m at their yard in Iponri now. Sir… they’re asking for ₦385,000 to release my car.” I looked at the hospital door behind me. Then at the sky. Then back to my car. I didn't know what to say to him. But all I found myself saying was. "I’m coming.” And I meant it. He couldn't believe his ears. I arrived at the LASTMA office just before 3PM. The weather was warm, no sun, but the heat stuck to my skin like wet cloth. I found him standing by a corner fence, head down, fingers digging into his scalp. He was tired and confused. So I said to him gently. "Sir." He looked up like someone coming out of a bad dream. His eyes were red, his face streaked with dry sweat and tears. He approached me nervously. His voice was hoarse. "My car… they have impounded it. Said I’ll pay ₦385,000. They even threatened to keep increasing the fine by day. That car is my only source of income. That's my office from where I make money to take care of my son and my wife. God, please, help me." I told him. "Stay calm. Nothing will happen to your car, you'll get it back, I believe." He nodded slowly. "They have been laughing at me. One said, ‘Your son is sick? Na why you go break law? You think say we be Red Cross?’" I felt something cold stir in my chest. Not rage. Just sadness. I said to him. "Please, come with me." We walked into the building. Inside, it smelled of engine oil, sweat, and indifference. I approached the counter. “Good afternoon. I’d like to speak with your superior officer. It’s regarding a car that was impounded a few hours ago, black Toyota Corolla.” A thickset officer with bloodshot eyes looked up at me. "Eeyyaa who you be? Police or Army? Abeg everything you want to say, say it here. We don’t have time.” I responded calmly but firm. "I was the one who rushed the sick boy to the hospital, I have the hospital card and bill here. He was in the back seat of that vehicle. That child would have died today if I didn’t act." He scoffed. "And so? Good for him. E mean say we no go do our job?” "No one said that but this man was in an emergency. All he asked was a few more minutes. Instead, you people want to extort him. Now you’re billing him almost ₦400,000. This isn’t traffic enforcement. It’s cruelty." Another officer chimed in. "Oga, the car don enter system. Na only Oga inside go override am. And e no dey see everybody." "Then let him see me." "As governor of Lagos State or as who?" Silence. I stood my ground. "Get your superior. I’ll wait.” The minutes crawled. The father stood beside me like a child awaiting judgment. Fortunately, a senior officer emerged. Bald, tall, stern. I saw his name tag. He sized me up before he said. "What’s the problem?” I stepped forward and told the story. From the moment I saw the boy wheezing in the back seat, to carrying him into the hospital, to paying the ₦89,000 hospital bill, to returning only to find the car had been towed. The Commander listened without interruption. Then he asked a single question: “Do you have proof the boy was sick?” I handed him the hospital bill and the case card. He studied them for a long moment. Then something shifted in his eyes. He looked at the officers behind the desk. "You towed the vehicle knowing a child was dying in it?" "Sir, the man parked in a no-parking." "I didn’t ask that. I asked if you knew a child was in distress in the car." No one answered. He sighed. "Release the car. Immediately. Remove the fine. No man should suffer for saving his own son’s life. And you." He turned to the father. "You’re lucky someone still has a conscience in this country. Thank this guy for stepping in." The man fell to his knees. "Thank you. Thank you, sir… I swear, thank you…" When the superior left, he turned to me. And his voice broke. "You didn’t know me. Yet you rushed my son to the hospital. You paid for his treatment. And now, you’re standing here fighting for me when I couldn’t even fight for myself." I helped him to his feet. He opened his wallet and tried to hand me some money. "I don’t have much. Please… even if it’s part of what you spent..." I shook my head. "Your son is breathing. That’s enough. Please, pick your car and go and see him. God bless you." He looked at me, eyes trembling. "Why? Why would you do this for me?" I didn’t know how to answer that. So I said the only thing I truly believed. "Because someone should." As we walked out into the fading light, I handed him a folded note. It was the hospital’s follow-up card. His son had to return in two days for further tests. "I already booked the appointment. He’ll need more care. Don’t miss it." He opened it slowly, then looked back at me, his lips parted, but no words came. Only tears. Only silence. And behind us, the LASTMA officers watched. They were quiet now. Maybe even ashamed. But I left there happy and fulfilled. You could do the same. And the world will be a better place. . Chiemelie Kyrian Offor June 17, 2025

JUST IN: There's no Fulani ∆tta¢ks in ENUGU state, Fulani haven't k!ll anyone since I became governor, the news making around social media are F∆ke – Enugu governor, Peter MBA disregards... "ADVERT EVERYTHING" Earlier reported: More Than 15 People K!ll£d As Fulani Herdsmen Str!ke Again in Ikpakpara Aguamede, Eha-Amufu – 15th June 2025 Another dark day in Isi-Uzo LGA, Enugu State, as Fulani h£rders launch yet another d£adly ∆ttack on the peaceful community of Ikpakpara Aguamede. On Sunday, 15th June 2025, more than 15 innocent lives were brμtally taken, and the d£ath toll may still rise. This is not the first. These ∆tta¢ks have been going on since 2022, and till now, the government remains s!lent. Our people are being slaμghter£d, and no real action is being taken to protect them. Please, if you have family or loved ones in Aguamede or any part of Eha-Amufu, check on them immediately.