• A MAN TRYING TO IMPRESS HIS SIDE CHICK TOLD HER THAT SOMEONE IS MISSING YOU AND SHE REPLIED GOD PUNISHED HIM
    A MAN TRYING TO IMPRESS HIS SIDE CHICK TOLD HER THAT SOMEONE IS MISSING YOU AND SHE REPLIED GOD PUNISHED HIM🤪🤪
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  • Don't settle until you find this.
    Find somebody who is willing to fix their mistakes when they are in the wrong.
    Find someone who knows that date nights are mandatory.
    Find someone who never punishes you for the mistakes made by the ones behind you.
    Find someone who you have amazing chemistry with.
    Find someone who is willing to graduate to a real lasting love with you.
    Find someone who is willing to navigate the ship of life together.
    Find someone who knows that not a single person on the face of this earth sits high enough to look down on anyone.
    Find someone who doesn't make you fall for them without intending to catch you.
    Find someone who would rather spend a Sunday morning with you, rather than a Saturday night.
    Find somebody who's quick to put their ego aside and are willing to listen and grow with you with every day that passes.
    Find someone who chases you .... long after they already have you.
    Find someone who will never let you fall asleep at night wondering if you still matter.
    Find someone who makes a reservation at your favorite restaurant unannounced.
    Find someone who has genuine intentions with you from the very beginning.
    Take my advice and .... find someone real enough to treat you .... like they can never replace you.
    ~ Cody Bret



    Don't settle until you find this. Find somebody who is willing to fix their mistakes when they are in the wrong. Find someone who knows that date nights are mandatory. Find someone who never punishes you for the mistakes made by the ones behind you. Find someone who you have amazing chemistry with. Find someone who is willing to graduate to a real lasting love with you. Find someone who is willing to navigate the ship of life together. Find someone who knows that not a single person on the face of this earth sits high enough to look down on anyone. Find someone who doesn't make you fall for them without intending to catch you. Find someone who would rather spend a Sunday morning with you, rather than a Saturday night. Find somebody who's quick to put their ego aside and are willing to listen and grow with you with every day that passes. Find someone who chases you .... long after they already have you. Find someone who will never let you fall asleep at night wondering if you still matter. Find someone who makes a reservation at your favorite restaurant unannounced. Find someone who has genuine intentions with you from the very beginning. Take my advice and .... find someone real enough to treat you .... like they can never replace you. ~ Cody Bret
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  • BEING MARRIED TO SOMEONE WHO LOVE YOU DEEPLY IS A BLESSING YOU DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED.
    BEING MARRIED TO SOMEONE WHO LOVE YOU DEEPLY IS A BLESSING YOU DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED.
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  • Guber 2027: Why Senator Onawo Stands Out In Opposition Coalition

    By Abahuraira Mainasara, Kokona
    ***
    In build up to the 2027 gubernatorial race, here are some of the reasons why Senator Mohammed Ogoshi Onawo stands out as a very strong contender to become potentially ahead of fellow African Democratic Congress (ADC) coalition figures such as Barr. Mohammed Mohammed Abdullahi, General Nuhu Angbazo (rtd.), Jibril Sabo Keana and others yet to declare their intentions.

    1. DEEP-ROOTED POLITICAL PEDIGREE:
    Sen. Onawo’s political journey spans over two decades. He began as Speaker of the Nasarawa State House of Assembly (2003–2007), followed by eight years as a member (2003–2011) of the same House. He served two terms in the House of Representatives (2011–2019), chairing key committees on Industry and ICT, before winning a Senate seat in 2023, defeating former governor and senator Al‑Makura, a major upset in Nasarawa politics. This broad legislative background, complemented by administrative insight as Speaker, positions him as both well‑versed in governance structures and connected across multiple levels of government.

    2. LEGISLATIVE PRODUCTIVITY AND CONSTITUENCY IMPACT:
    In his first year in the Senate, Onawo sponsored three significant bills: one to give statutory force to resolutions of the National Assembly; another to create a Solid Minerals Producing Areas Commission (with proposed headquarters in Doma, Nasarawa); and a third to establish a National Eye Centre in Doma . These efforts illustrate his commitment to translating federal legislation into direct benefit for Nasarawa State.

    3. TANGIBLE PRESENCE IN NASARAWA SOUTH:
    His constituents have consistently rewarded him for his sustained developmental and track records year in, year out. In 2023, he dispatched the incumbent APC Senator for Nasarawa South, winning cleanly across all five LGAs . He also pledged to attract federal projects and address insecurity upon election, a message that resonated deeply across his district.

    4. VISIBILITY, REPUTATION AND DEFECTION STRATEGY:
    Rising through humble beginnings and now with high public profile and goodwill, Onawo has built a public image as a resilient, service‑oriented leader, combining philanthropy, integrity, charisma and grassroots appeal.

    In July 2025, Onawo attended the Akwanga ADC stakeholders meeting in a grand style, along with other notable political figures including Barr. Mohammed Abdullahi and Gen. Nuhu Angbazo, rattling Nasarawa PDP leadership. Rather than weakening him, his move positions him centrally within the ADC coalition in the state.

    Barrister Mohammed Hassan Abdullahi and General Nuhu Angbazo are respected figures, but their appeal has been more limited to specific bases, and they lack the breadth of legislative accomplishment and recent electoral victory Onawo embodies.

    CONCLUSION
    Senator Mohammed Ogoshi Onawo stands out in the 2027 Nasarawa governorship race not merely due to age or prominence, but because of the unique combination of legislative depth, constituency trust, public service record, and strategic positioning within the ADC coalition. While figures like Barrister Abdullahi and General Angbazo bring their own assets, none currently match the balance of electoral legitimacy, policy impact, and political momentum that Onawo holds.

    If the 2027 contest unfolds along lines of performance record and grassroots mobilisation and assuming ADC maintains coherence in Nasarawa state, it is fair to say that Onawo currently “stands tall” in the race ahead of his coalition peers.
    Guber 2027: Why Senator Onawo Stands Out In Opposition Coalition By Abahuraira Mainasara, Kokona *** In build up to the 2027 gubernatorial race, here are some of the reasons why Senator Mohammed Ogoshi Onawo stands out as a very strong contender to become potentially ahead of fellow African Democratic Congress (ADC) coalition figures such as Barr. Mohammed Mohammed Abdullahi, General Nuhu Angbazo (rtd.), Jibril Sabo Keana and others yet to declare their intentions. 1. DEEP-ROOTED POLITICAL PEDIGREE: Sen. Onawo’s political journey spans over two decades. He began as Speaker of the Nasarawa State House of Assembly (2003–2007), followed by eight years as a member (2003–2011) of the same House. He served two terms in the House of Representatives (2011–2019), chairing key committees on Industry and ICT, before winning a Senate seat in 2023, defeating former governor and senator Al‑Makura, a major upset in Nasarawa politics. This broad legislative background, complemented by administrative insight as Speaker, positions him as both well‑versed in governance structures and connected across multiple levels of government. 2. LEGISLATIVE PRODUCTIVITY AND CONSTITUENCY IMPACT: In his first year in the Senate, Onawo sponsored three significant bills: one to give statutory force to resolutions of the National Assembly; another to create a Solid Minerals Producing Areas Commission (with proposed headquarters in Doma, Nasarawa); and a third to establish a National Eye Centre in Doma . These efforts illustrate his commitment to translating federal legislation into direct benefit for Nasarawa State. 3. TANGIBLE PRESENCE IN NASARAWA SOUTH: His constituents have consistently rewarded him for his sustained developmental and track records year in, year out. In 2023, he dispatched the incumbent APC Senator for Nasarawa South, winning cleanly across all five LGAs . He also pledged to attract federal projects and address insecurity upon election, a message that resonated deeply across his district. 4. VISIBILITY, REPUTATION AND DEFECTION STRATEGY: Rising through humble beginnings and now with high public profile and goodwill, Onawo has built a public image as a resilient, service‑oriented leader, combining philanthropy, integrity, charisma and grassroots appeal. In July 2025, Onawo attended the Akwanga ADC stakeholders meeting in a grand style, along with other notable political figures including Barr. Mohammed Abdullahi and Gen. Nuhu Angbazo, rattling Nasarawa PDP leadership. Rather than weakening him, his move positions him centrally within the ADC coalition in the state. Barrister Mohammed Hassan Abdullahi and General Nuhu Angbazo are respected figures, but their appeal has been more limited to specific bases, and they lack the breadth of legislative accomplishment and recent electoral victory Onawo embodies. CONCLUSION Senator Mohammed Ogoshi Onawo stands out in the 2027 Nasarawa governorship race not merely due to age or prominence, but because of the unique combination of legislative depth, constituency trust, public service record, and strategic positioning within the ADC coalition. While figures like Barrister Abdullahi and General Angbazo bring their own assets, none currently match the balance of electoral legitimacy, policy impact, and political momentum that Onawo holds. If the 2027 contest unfolds along lines of performance record and grassroots mobilisation and assuming ADC maintains coherence in Nasarawa state, it is fair to say that Onawo currently “stands tall” in the race ahead of his coalition peers.
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  • Jay-Jay Okocha : "When I first met Messi, I was shocked because he recognized me! He called me by my name: 'Hello Jay!' I said: 'Hello Messi,' then I turned to Suarez, who was with him to translate, and asked him: 'I didn't play in his generation, how does he remember me?' Messi answered me himself before translating: 'I know you well. I watched you play with Ronaldinho in Paris.

    You were a real star, and Ronaldinho himself loved you and talked about you in Barcelona!' Then I said to Suarez: 'Take a picture of me with the legend!' Messi replied: 'Take a picture of me with the legend on your phone too!' He spoke admiringly of the Nigerian national team and told me that you have a beautiful team and play great football! He mentioned precise details about his old matches with Ronaldinho.

    He said to me: 'I will send this picture to Ronaldinho.' At that moment, I understood why he is the greatest. True greatness lies in humility and an unforgettable memory. Fellow players! After this situation, anyone who doubts Messi's greatness should talk to me first! This man is different from all the stars! And do you know something? Ronaldinho sent me the photo and said, "Messi sent me this photo and said, 'I met a legend and your former friend.'

    Boaz Krob
    Jay-Jay Okocha 🇳🇬: 🗣️🎙️"When I first met Messi, I was shocked because he recognized me! He called me by my name: 'Hello Jay!' I said: 'Hello Messi,' then I turned to Suarez, who was with him to translate, and asked him: 'I didn't play in his generation, how does he remember me?' Messi answered me himself before translating: 'I know you well. I watched you play with Ronaldinho in Paris. You were a real star, and Ronaldinho himself loved you and talked about you in Barcelona!' Then I said to Suarez: 'Take a picture of me with the legend!' Messi replied: 'Take a picture of me with the legend on your phone too!' He spoke admiringly of the Nigerian national team and told me that you have a beautiful team and play great football! He mentioned precise details about his old matches with Ronaldinho. He said to me: 'I will send this picture to Ronaldinho.' At that moment, I understood why he is the greatest. True greatness lies in humility and an unforgettable memory. Fellow players! After this situation, anyone who doubts Messi's greatness should talk to me first! This man is different from all the stars! And do you know something? Ronaldinho sent me the photo and said, "Messi sent me this photo and said, 'I met a legend and your former friend.' Boaz Krob
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  • *SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 31/07/2025*

    Patients groan as nurses’ strike grounds hospitals nationwide

    FG eyes N796bn annually from 5% petrol surcharge

    P’Harcourt refinery not for sale – NNPC

    NLC gives FG 2 weeks to refund ‘illegally deducted 40% ECS funds’

    320 cholera patients recover as Niger, UNICEF contain outbreak

    FGC Kaduna students to receive 1,000 laptops from alumni

    Trump punishes Brazil with tariffs, sanctions over trial of ally Bolsonaro

    UAE begins construction of 7km water pipeline to ease Gaza’s crisis

    W’Africa’s first skyscraper, Cocoa House, marks 60 years

    AfDB commits $1.2m grant to support national grid stability

    Stranded Nigerian miners in CAR arrive Embassy

    Manitoba’s Isabella Emike Olatunji makes history as First Nigerian Mrs Canada Globe

    Nigerian Egusi seeds makes historic journey to space aboard NASA mission


    ------------------------
    *DID YOU KNOW?*

    * The brain is actually not capable of multitasking. While we may think we’re doing two things at the same time, we’re actually just quickly switching back and forth between different tasks.

    * The border between the United States and Canada is the longest international border in the world, stretching for 8,891 kilometres.
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    Tinubu appoints Governing Council, principal officers for Ogoni Federal University

    Tinubu Names Adeyemi Fire Service CG

    Tinubu meets Jibrin, Kwankwaso ally, amid defection rumours

    Shortage of practical skills accounts for 55% youth unemployment — Speaker

    Reps probe Nigerian miners’ abuse claim in CAR

    Alleged $1.04m fraud: Court refuses Ajudua fresh bail application

    UTME fraud: JAMB prosecutes 110 in five years

    Guard, cook sentenced to death for poisoning ex-Katsina commissioner

    NAFDAC nets N2.5bn from illicit drug raids in Lagos, Onitsha, Aba

    Presidency dismisses ex-ADC chairman’s claim of ministerial offer

    Govt targets 80m non-literate youths, adults for basic education

    Accessibility of UBEC funds under review, says education minister

    NDLEA, Education Ministry to introduce drug testing in tertiary institutions

    TETFund reroutes foreign training funds to varsity projects – Masari

    Nigeria was heading to N12tr subsidy debt — PCNGi

    FG attracts $440m CNG investments in two months – Report

    Economic reforms slashed North’s debt by 42% – FG

    FCCPC warns traders against price inflation, substandard goods

    NAPTIP rescues 170 trafficked persons in Borno

    NNPCL drills four oil wells in Kolmani, Bauchi

    NAICOM unveils operational guidelines for Insurtech firms

    NIMC migrates TELCOS to NINAUTH platform

    Customs to adopt Pidgin as official B’Odogwu language

    Climate change: FG reaffirms commitment to low carbon emissions

    Onanuga: Some Politicians After Tinubu Because He’s From The South

    FCTA plans mandatory hepatitis screening for food vendors

    Akwa Poly rector denies imposing kinsman as successor

    I’ll sustain demand for university autonomy — ASUU President

    3,000 benefit from POWA nationwide empowerments — IG’s wife

    Political loyalty fueling social media insults – Report

    IDPs protest in Benue, block Makurdi–Lafia road

    Kings must respect ancestral burial rites or quit throne — Wande Abimbola

    Bodo-Bonny road nears 80% completion – Julius Berger

    UAC acquires Chivita|Hollandia from Coca-Cola

    Sterling HoldCo posts 157% profit, plans ₦53bn public offer

    Oando unveils plans for 1.2GW solar plant

    Nigerians to own shares in $20bn refinery — Dangote

    Seplat revives 29 dormant wells, pumps 26,000bpd crude

    Obi defends N540m donation amid S’East bias claims

    Governors’ Spending: US Has Confirmed Nigeria’s Leadership Crisis – Peter Obi

    Tinubu’s performance impressive in key areas, say North’s leaders

    PDP Has Become An Empty Shell Nationwide – Abiodun

    Gov Alia sacks chief of staff, commissioners, dissolves state executive council

    Oyo Assembly approves appointment of civil, judicial service commissions members

    Egbin land dispute: Lagos Assembly adopts committee’s recommendations

    Delta plans 500-unit housing plan to cut rent costs

    Sokoto targets food security with N5.3bn fertiliser intervention

    Oyo refutes plan to build shops on market car park

    Ondo okays N3.5b counterpart funding for World Bank rural road projects

    Erosion: Cross River residents seek swift govt action

    Lagos unveils youth storytelling challenge

    Former speaker of old Anambra Assembly Ekwealor dies at 89

    Ekiti arrests 90 for environmental sanitation offences

    Road users groan over dilapidated Benin-Warri road

    LASG clears drain, arrests woman for illegal waste disposal

    Ooni announces new Ife chief

    Manhunt begins for killers of Anambra bizman despite paying ransom

    Woman arrested for killing, selling pregnant Anambra nurse’s body parts

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    *TODAY IN HISTORY*

    * On this day in 1992, Thai Airways International Flight 311 crashed while approaching Tribhuvan International Airport in Kathmandu, Nepal. All 113 people onboard were killed in the crash.

    ------------------------

    The wise man doesn’t give the right answers, he poses the right questions. – Claude Levi-Strauss

    Good morning


    *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George osujis@yahoo.com +234-8122200446*
    *SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 31/07/2025* Patients groan as nurses’ strike grounds hospitals nationwide FG eyes N796bn annually from 5% petrol surcharge P’Harcourt refinery not for sale – NNPC NLC gives FG 2 weeks to refund ‘illegally deducted 40% ECS funds’ 320 cholera patients recover as Niger, UNICEF contain outbreak FGC Kaduna students to receive 1,000 laptops from alumni Trump punishes Brazil with tariffs, sanctions over trial of ally Bolsonaro UAE begins construction of 7km water pipeline to ease Gaza’s crisis W’Africa’s first skyscraper, Cocoa House, marks 60 years AfDB commits $1.2m grant to support national grid stability Stranded Nigerian miners in CAR arrive Embassy Manitoba’s Isabella Emike Olatunji makes history as First Nigerian Mrs Canada Globe Nigerian Egusi seeds makes historic journey to space aboard NASA mission ------------------------ *DID YOU KNOW?* * The brain is actually not capable of multitasking. While we may think we’re doing two things at the same time, we’re actually just quickly switching back and forth between different tasks. * The border between the United States and Canada is the longest international border in the world, stretching for 8,891 kilometres. ------------------------ Tinubu appoints Governing Council, principal officers for Ogoni Federal University Tinubu Names Adeyemi Fire Service CG Tinubu meets Jibrin, Kwankwaso ally, amid defection rumours Shortage of practical skills accounts for 55% youth unemployment — Speaker Reps probe Nigerian miners’ abuse claim in CAR Alleged $1.04m fraud: Court refuses Ajudua fresh bail application UTME fraud: JAMB prosecutes 110 in five years Guard, cook sentenced to death for poisoning ex-Katsina commissioner NAFDAC nets N2.5bn from illicit drug raids in Lagos, Onitsha, Aba Presidency dismisses ex-ADC chairman’s claim of ministerial offer Govt targets 80m non-literate youths, adults for basic education Accessibility of UBEC funds under review, says education minister NDLEA, Education Ministry to introduce drug testing in tertiary institutions TETFund reroutes foreign training funds to varsity projects – Masari Nigeria was heading to N12tr subsidy debt — PCNGi FG attracts $440m CNG investments in two months – Report Economic reforms slashed North’s debt by 42% – FG FCCPC warns traders against price inflation, substandard goods NAPTIP rescues 170 trafficked persons in Borno NNPCL drills four oil wells in Kolmani, Bauchi NAICOM unveils operational guidelines for Insurtech firms NIMC migrates TELCOS to NINAUTH platform Customs to adopt Pidgin as official B’Odogwu language Climate change: FG reaffirms commitment to low carbon emissions Onanuga: Some Politicians After Tinubu Because He’s From The South FCTA plans mandatory hepatitis screening for food vendors Akwa Poly rector denies imposing kinsman as successor I’ll sustain demand for university autonomy — ASUU President 3,000 benefit from POWA nationwide empowerments — IG’s wife Political loyalty fueling social media insults – Report IDPs protest in Benue, block Makurdi–Lafia road Kings must respect ancestral burial rites or quit throne — Wande Abimbola Bodo-Bonny road nears 80% completion – Julius Berger UAC acquires Chivita|Hollandia from Coca-Cola Sterling HoldCo posts 157% profit, plans ₦53bn public offer Oando unveils plans for 1.2GW solar plant Nigerians to own shares in $20bn refinery — Dangote Seplat revives 29 dormant wells, pumps 26,000bpd crude Obi defends N540m donation amid S’East bias claims Governors’ Spending: US Has Confirmed Nigeria’s Leadership Crisis – Peter Obi Tinubu’s performance impressive in key areas, say North’s leaders PDP Has Become An Empty Shell Nationwide – Abiodun Gov Alia sacks chief of staff, commissioners, dissolves state executive council Oyo Assembly approves appointment of civil, judicial service commissions members Egbin land dispute: Lagos Assembly adopts committee’s recommendations Delta plans 500-unit housing plan to cut rent costs Sokoto targets food security with N5.3bn fertiliser intervention Oyo refutes plan to build shops on market car park Ondo okays N3.5b counterpart funding for World Bank rural road projects Erosion: Cross River residents seek swift govt action Lagos unveils youth storytelling challenge Former speaker of old Anambra Assembly Ekwealor dies at 89 Ekiti arrests 90 for environmental sanitation offences Road users groan over dilapidated Benin-Warri road LASG clears drain, arrests woman for illegal waste disposal Ooni announces new Ife chief Manhunt begins for killers of Anambra bizman despite paying ransom Woman arrested for killing, selling pregnant Anambra nurse’s body parts ------------------------ *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1992, Thai Airways International Flight 311 crashed while approaching Tribhuvan International Airport in Kathmandu, Nepal. All 113 people onboard were killed in the crash. ------------------------ The wise man doesn’t give the right answers, he poses the right questions. – Claude Levi-Strauss Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George osujis@yahoo.com +234-8122200446*
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  • Baro Port Scandal: Oyetola and Oyebamiji Caught in the Web of Waste and Corruption

    The recent summons issued by the House of Representatives to the Minister of Marine and Blue Economy, Adegboyega Oyetola, and the Managing Director of the National Inland Waterways Authority, Asiwaju Bola Oyebamiji, marks yet another disgraceful chapter in the public life of two men whose tenure in public service has consistently raised more questions than answers. The ongoing probe into the Baro Inland Port project exposes a disturbing case of financial recklessness, mismanagement, and alleged embezzlement of public resources under their supervision.

    It is alarming that despite the colossal sums allocated to the Baro Port project, purportedly completed and handed over, there is no trace of operational activity at the site. No movement of cargo. No access by road. No sign of life. Yet, records show that billions of naira were spent on this venture, and today, the facility remains idle and wasted. The fact that both Oyetola and Oyebamiji are being compelled by federal lawmakers to provide documents ranging from contract papers to inspection reports points to a gross failure in transparency and accountability.

    This unfolding scandal mirrors Oyetola’s track record as former Governor of Osun State. During his tenure, public funds were managed with opacity, infrastructure was neglected, and debts multiplied with no proportional development to justify the borrowing spree. His administration left behind numerous uncompleted projects and a bitter legacy of economic stagnation. Now in Abuja, rather than redefining governance at the federal level, he appears to be replicating the same pattern of waste and inefficiency on a national scale.

    Bola Oyebamiji, on his part, has proven to be more of a silent enabler than a capable administrator. Having served under Oyetola as a finance commissioner and now heading NIWA, he bears direct responsibility for the oversight of this multi-billion-naira port. Under his leadership, the Baro Port has become a national embarrassment, one that undermines both public trust and economic strategy. Instead of delivering results, he has delivered silence and shadows, raising questions about how much he really knows and what roles he played in the disappearance of funds.

    For the people of Osun State, this is not just a federal issue, it is a reflection of the kind of leadership we must never allow to return. Oyetola and Oyebamiji, despite their past failures, continue to operate in positions of national influence, and yet their presence brings nothing but baggage, scandal, and retrogression. Their involvement in this unfolding Baro Port fiasco is not an isolated misstep; it is part of a broader pattern of poor governance that has repeatedly cost the people their development and dignity.

    There must be a collective reckoning. The people of Osun must come to terms with the fact that these individuals, by their actions and inactions, have further damaged the public image of the state while contributing to the national problem of abandoned projects and looted funds. Confidence in them should not only be withdrawn, it must be extinguished. They have failed to justify the trust reposed in them, and they have no moral grounds left to ask for it again. Their Legacy of Loss Billions Gone, Nothing to Show Now the Nation Calls
    Baro Port Scandal: Oyetola and Oyebamiji Caught in the Web of Waste and Corruption The recent summons issued by the House of Representatives to the Minister of Marine and Blue Economy, Adegboyega Oyetola, and the Managing Director of the National Inland Waterways Authority, Asiwaju Bola Oyebamiji, marks yet another disgraceful chapter in the public life of two men whose tenure in public service has consistently raised more questions than answers. The ongoing probe into the Baro Inland Port project exposes a disturbing case of financial recklessness, mismanagement, and alleged embezzlement of public resources under their supervision. It is alarming that despite the colossal sums allocated to the Baro Port project, purportedly completed and handed over, there is no trace of operational activity at the site. No movement of cargo. No access by road. No sign of life. Yet, records show that billions of naira were spent on this venture, and today, the facility remains idle and wasted. The fact that both Oyetola and Oyebamiji are being compelled by federal lawmakers to provide documents ranging from contract papers to inspection reports points to a gross failure in transparency and accountability. This unfolding scandal mirrors Oyetola’s track record as former Governor of Osun State. During his tenure, public funds were managed with opacity, infrastructure was neglected, and debts multiplied with no proportional development to justify the borrowing spree. His administration left behind numerous uncompleted projects and a bitter legacy of economic stagnation. Now in Abuja, rather than redefining governance at the federal level, he appears to be replicating the same pattern of waste and inefficiency on a national scale. Bola Oyebamiji, on his part, has proven to be more of a silent enabler than a capable administrator. Having served under Oyetola as a finance commissioner and now heading NIWA, he bears direct responsibility for the oversight of this multi-billion-naira port. Under his leadership, the Baro Port has become a national embarrassment, one that undermines both public trust and economic strategy. Instead of delivering results, he has delivered silence and shadows, raising questions about how much he really knows and what roles he played in the disappearance of funds. For the people of Osun State, this is not just a federal issue, it is a reflection of the kind of leadership we must never allow to return. Oyetola and Oyebamiji, despite their past failures, continue to operate in positions of national influence, and yet their presence brings nothing but baggage, scandal, and retrogression. Their involvement in this unfolding Baro Port fiasco is not an isolated misstep; it is part of a broader pattern of poor governance that has repeatedly cost the people their development and dignity. There must be a collective reckoning. The people of Osun must come to terms with the fact that these individuals, by their actions and inactions, have further damaged the public image of the state while contributing to the national problem of abandoned projects and looted funds. Confidence in them should not only be withdrawn, it must be extinguished. They have failed to justify the trust reposed in them, and they have no moral grounds left to ask for it again. Their Legacy of Loss Billions Gone, Nothing to Show Now the Nation Calls
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  • *The Grave Robbers* ( *Episode 1- 2*)

    *Episode 1*

    *Written by Charles N Okere*

    An angry old man, accompanied by some mean-looking men, walked up to the door of an apartment and furiously banged on it. The occupant of the apartment angrily opened the door, intending to slap whoever it was.

    But he froze when he saw the old man and the mean-looking men. He didn't need to be told what brought these august visitors to his doorstep that morning. He immediately put on a smile and greeted...

    "Ha, oga landlord good morning o. This one you came to my house with these men, am I save,I hope all is well?

    "Look wizzy, wisdom or whatever you are being called, you can never be saved and all can never be well with you. Since you have decided not to pay your 10 months house rent.

    "Haba,oga landlord why are you talking like this nah? If I had the money to pay I would have paid a long time ago. But you the see current situation of the country and. ..

    "And how's that my business Kwan? Look I don tire for all these stories, at least I have tried. I have been patient enough. It's either you pay now or wave my appatment. After all, there are a lot of people waiting to hire this apartment and here you're telling me lazy man stories. What am I even saying, you're a true definition of a lazy man and a wasted youth.

    "Ha, Abeg oga landlord e never reach to dey insult me nah. Which one come be wasted youth. Is it because am owing you common 10 months house rent that you're calling me names?

    "Oh you are calling 10 months rent common right?

    "Oga landlord is not like that, I am sorry. But you call me lazy and wasted.

    "See oh, are you not lazy and wasted? In short I don't even know why I am waiting my time having this conversation with you. Boys go in there and bring out everything in there.

    The thugs were about to do as instructed, but wisdom prevent them and went down on his knees.

    "Okay, oga landlord am sorry. I agreed am lazy and wasted. But please don't throw me out on the street, just give me a Grace of one month and I promise to pay all that I am owing you.

    The landlord looked at him in disbelief and answered.

    "Wisdom this is exactly what you said few months back and you never fulfilled it. I can't be deceived or fooled by you again. Today you must leave my house. So someone serious can take it. Boys what are you waiting for, go in there and bring out all his belongings.

    "Ha, oga landlord, please don't do this to me, please I beg you. Okay Please give me two weeks and I will pay you everything.

    The landlord stares at him thoughtfully, heave a sigh and ordered his boys to stop.

    "I must confess you've a kind-hearted guardian angel. Because I don't know why I keep accepting this useless excuse from you. If you fail to fulfill your promise, I will not only chase you out,I will flush you out of my house.

    After the left (the landlord abd his boys) he stood up to his feet and dusted himself off.

    ,"Nawa o, see the way this yeye landlord won take disgrace me. Kai landlord if na my village people send you to shame me, just go back and tell Dem say you no see me. In short tell Dem I pass them. But e no go better for all the witches and wizards for my village.
    Chai, how I go take get #250k to pay within a space of two weeks.

    He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice his friend Solomon's presence. Solomon stared at him in silence for a while, then tapped him on the shoulder.

    Wisdom shivered in surprise, staring at Solomon with his mouth open. "How long have you been standing here?" Wisdom asked.

    "Two minutes and some seconds, I guess," Solomon responded.

    Wisdom heaved a sigh and ushered him into his apartment. Solomon sat down on one of the sofas in the sitting room, while Wisdom sat on another next to him."

    "Guy wetin happen,this one way you keep your face like person way give Mami water belle? Solomon asked.

    "Solo If na that One, e even better pass wetin I dey go through now.

    "Haba wetin come be that one na? Guy talk to your gee tell me what's up.

    Wisdom sighed and responded.

    " My landlord came here early today with some mean looking thugs to throw me out of his house.

    "Haba, why em go throw you out, shey you be Dustbin to throw you out?

    "Solo, be serious, am not joking.

    "Am sorry, my bad. Please continue.

    "As you know I am owing him 9 months rent,which I have been promising to pay. But couldn't. So I asked him to give me a grace of one month which he refused. Then I pleaded with him to give me two weeks grace which he accepted. The challenge now is that I don't know how to settle it.

    "So na because of this small thing dey make you keep your face like rejected offering. Guy abeg shift, I get update way big pass that one.

    "I no blame you Sha, I blame my village people for giving me a clown as a friend. So which update big pass the one way dey on ground.

    "Guy relax, your body too dey pepper you. I saw Desmond our classmate back then in secondary school.

    Wisdom thinking and trying to create an imaginary picture of Desmond.

    "The name sounds familiar, but I am still trying to remember the face.

    "Wizzy, so you don forget Desmond, that boy way we nickname "black man devil" because him back pass charcoal.

    "Oh, oh, Desmond very black boy, now I remember. So where did you see him?

    I met him at the fuel station yesterday evening. Desmond is now a millionaire, or rather, more than a millionaire. He has his own personal bodyguards and moves in convoys. He owns the latest G-Wagons and Rolls-Royce models, including the 2025 Mercedes-Benz G50, G63, and G580, as well as the Rolls-Royce Phantom EV and electric SUV. When I say "latest," I mean the most current models. He gave me his contact information and asked to meet this weekend to catch up on old times. He also gave me ₦200,000 for transportation.

    Wisdom looked at Solomon with great surprise in his eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard about Desmond. For a moment, he was speechless, feeling dumbfounded.

    "Do you mean Desmond, the dullest boy in class, or is it another Desmond?" Wisdom asked, his mouth agape.

    "Guy why you dey do like moi-moi nah, how many Desmond we get for our class, in short how many Desmond we get back then for our set? Solomon asked

    "Chai, nawa o this world no balance. Imagine Desmond Don blow, Desmond don make am big before us.

    "Guy see this one way you dey talk no concern me, I no dey even reason am. The thing be say we go met am to show us the way this weekend. As for your house rent i go help you with 100k way you go take give your landlord.

    "My main gee you too much, thank you and God bless you for me.

    "Abeg no think say I dash you the money oh, I no be father Christmas to dey dash people money. All I know you go pay me back my money after Desmond show us the way.

    "My gee that one no be problem, infact I go pay you double double.

    Both friends laughed out loud and talked about some other pricing issues.




    *EPISODE 2*

    The night was thick with the weight of silence, yet Chinasa could not sleep. Not because of noise, but because her soul refused to rest. Sleep teased her with its edges but never embraced her fully. The image of that circle—the one not of friends but of black shadows and wicked grins—lingered like oil in her throat. She turned again on her bunk, her mattress groaning beneath her. The room was warm, the ceiling fan clicking as it fought uselessly against the heat. Still, her body would not obey the rhythm of rest. When she could take it no more, she climbed down quietly from her top bunk, her bare feet brushing the cold terrazzo floor. She walked slowly to the latrine with a small torch tucked into her palm, though she didn’t need it—she knew these halls in the dark.

    In the toilet, she splashed water on her face, staring long into the mirror with trembling breath, as if searching for proof that she still existed. Her reflection looked distant, like it was watching her from somewhere far beneath the surface. And when she returned to her bed, curling in on herself like a folded prayer, her school mother stirred beneath her.

    “Chinasa,” Senior Ngozi muttered from the bottom bunk, voice laced with sleep and concern. “You’re turning like you’re fighting something in your sleep. What's wrong with you ?”

    “I’m fine senior,” Chinasa said too quickly, barely above a whisper. But she wasn’t fine. Her voice cracked on the lie. She turned her face to the wall, and her eyes blinked into the blackness, seeing not darkness but the memory of fire and blood and the masked woman in the red veil.

    ---

    By morning, the light that crept through the louvers offered no comfort. It only exposed the bruises the night left behind. Chinasa’s eyes were heavy, red-rimmed from tears that refused to dry. She stood near the general bathroom with a resolve that stiffened her shoulders. Her face was set. When Betty appeared, flanked by her ever-smirking shadow Chommy, she tried to walk past quickly, pretending not to notice Chinasa’s haunted eyes. But Chinasa moved into her path.

    “You did this to me,” she said quietly, her voice trembling but firm. “You put me in that circle. You brought me into this evil.”

    Betty scoffed. “Abeg, Chinasa. Are you okay like this? What are you saying?”

    “You know what I’m saying!” Chinasa cried, drawing attention from a few girls rinsing their buckets by the tap. “You gave me to them. You lied to me!”

    Betty looked back at Chommy, who folded her arms, then turned again with a shrug. “She’s mad. Don’t mind her.”

    She walked off, hips swinging as if nothing had happened, while Chinasa stood there, fists clenched, the betrayal raw and choking like dust in her throat. Chommy and Asia pulled Betty close as they entered the dining hall, whispering, laughing. Chinasa followed, barely aware of her own feet.

    She sat alone at a corner of the long wooden benches, a tray of untouched pap and akara in front of her. Her spoon remained still, her hands trembling faintly on the table. Her eyes were far away. Then a voice brought her back.

    “Can I sit here?”

    Victor.

    He looked concerned. She didn’t answer. Just gave a slow nod. He sat beside her carefully, eyes scanning her face. “You’re not eating. Did something happen?”

    “I don’t want to talk,” she murmured, barely looking at him.

    Victor nodded, though his eyes remained on her. He was about to speak again when Chinasa froze completely, her body going rigid like wood. Her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes widened—not from anything around her, but from what she saw.

    From somewhere deep within her chest, a pressure began to build—a pressure not of pain, but of release. And then it happened.

    Her spirit tore free.

    Victor gasped as he watched her body tremble, but Chinasa saw what no one else could—her own soul, like a shimmering silhouette, peeled out of her skin like vapor, formed into something feathered and monstrous—a dark owl with eyes that glowed like embers in the dusk.

    The owl screeched and flew.

    Screams erupted in the cafeteria. Girls ducked. Plates clattered. Someone shouted “Blood of Jesus!” as the enormous bird smashed through the hall’s upper window, feathers trailing behind it like a curse. The owl flew straight into the distance, its wings flapping with eerie grace toward the edge of the forest behind the school compound, where darkness was thickest and the soil remembered old oaths.

    Chinasa’s mind was with the owl.

    In the center of the clearing, black candles burned. The stones formed that same circle again. And standing there was the woman—the masked one—the Queen of the Night. Her eyes, hidden beneath the carved ivory mask, glowed with malice and satisfaction.

    “You have come again, my daughter,” the woman’s voice coiled through the air, thick as smoke. “It is time to complete what has begun.”

    “I didn’t choose this,” Chinasa wept. “Let me go. I don’t want this life.”

    “Want or not, it is yours now,” the woman replied, lifting a hand. The royal guards stood behind her—tall creatures with spindly fingers and curved horns. “Eat again. Taste flesh. Only then will your bond be sealed.”

    “I will never eat human flesh again,” Chinasa shouted with trembling resolve.

    In fury, the Queen raised her staff.

    The wind rose like a vengeful hurricane. Chinasa was swept off her feet, thrown backwards with inhuman force. She struck a tree hard—her spine arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream. In the real world, her body convulsed in the cafeteria. Blood gushed from her nostrils. Her hand trembled, then went limp.

    Victor screamed.

    “Help! Help her—please!”

    Students surrounded her. Teachers rushed in. Chaos roared. Chinasa lay on the tiled floor, blood trailing from her nose, her eyes shut as if in death.

    She was rushed to the clinic on a stretcher borrowed from the sick bay. After saline drip and careful monitoring, her breathing stabilized. The blood stopped. But something within her remained fractured.

    ---

    When she returned to the hostel later that evening, her body sore and her heart heavy, she didn’t go to bed. She went straight to the corner where Betty was seated, rubbing lotion into her knees while humming to herself like someone whose conscience had no weight.

    “You used me,” Chinasa said, voice low. “You knew what that meeting was about, and you took me there.”

    Betty glanced up. “You should really stop saying that. It’s not good for your mind.”

    “I saw your face that night. You were chanting.”

    “Enough,” Betty snapped, standing.

    Asia and Chommy appeared again, their timing like shadow.

    “She’s disturbing again,” Asia said, her face already twisting with disdain.

    “She needs beating to rearrange her head,” Chommy spat.

    Before Chinasa could react, the blows came fast. Her head slammed against the wall. Hands dragged at her braids. Her knees buckled under the assault. They didn’t just hit her—they punished her.

    Screams and noise drew the matron in. “Stop that!” she shouted.

    Ngozi, Chinasa’s school mother, came running. Chinasa was bleeding again—from her forehead this time. The matron grabbed Betty and Chinasa both by the arms, dragging them like criminals to the principal’s office.

    Principal Mrs. Eche listened with the detached weariness of a woman who had seen too many girl fights.

    “Madam, she said Betty initiated her into a secret cult,” the matron said.

    Mrs. Eche sighed. “Chinasa, must you keep weaving fairy tales? If this is about friendship drama, resolve it like young women. Don’t bring spirits into it.”

    “But it’s real,” Chinasa said through her split lip, her voice barely holding.

    “Enough.”

    Dismissed.

    As they left, Betty smiled.

    And Chinasa’s chest burned with the quiet rage of a girl who had been silenced—but who had now learned that pain was the first step in becoming what they feared.

    ---TO BE CONTINUED..........
    *The Grave Robbers* ( *Episode 1- 2*) *Episode 1* *Written by Charles N Okere* An angry old man, accompanied by some mean-looking men, walked up to the door of an apartment and furiously banged on it. The occupant of the apartment angrily opened the door, intending to slap whoever it was. But he froze when he saw the old man and the mean-looking men. He didn't need to be told what brought these august visitors to his doorstep that morning. He immediately put on a smile and greeted... "Ha, oga landlord good morning o. This one you came to my house with these men, am I save,I hope all is well? "Look wizzy, wisdom or whatever you are being called, you can never be saved and all can never be well with you. Since you have decided not to pay your 10 months house rent. "Haba,oga landlord why are you talking like this nah? If I had the money to pay I would have paid a long time ago. But you the see current situation of the country and. .. "And how's that my business Kwan? Look I don tire for all these stories, at least I have tried. I have been patient enough. It's either you pay now or wave my appatment. After all, there are a lot of people waiting to hire this apartment and here you're telling me lazy man stories. What am I even saying, you're a true definition of a lazy man and a wasted youth. "Ha, Abeg oga landlord e never reach to dey insult me nah. Which one come be wasted youth. Is it because am owing you common 10 months house rent that you're calling me names? "Oh you are calling 10 months rent common right? "Oga landlord is not like that, I am sorry. But you call me lazy and wasted. "See oh, are you not lazy and wasted? In short I don't even know why I am waiting my time having this conversation with you. Boys go in there and bring out everything in there. The thugs were about to do as instructed, but wisdom prevent them and went down on his knees. "Okay, oga landlord am sorry. I agreed am lazy and wasted. But please don't throw me out on the street, just give me a Grace of one month and I promise to pay all that I am owing you. The landlord looked at him in disbelief and answered. "Wisdom this is exactly what you said few months back and you never fulfilled it. I can't be deceived or fooled by you again. Today you must leave my house. So someone serious can take it. Boys what are you waiting for, go in there and bring out all his belongings. "Ha, oga landlord, please don't do this to me, please I beg you. Okay Please give me two weeks and I will pay you everything. The landlord stares at him thoughtfully, heave a sigh and ordered his boys to stop. "I must confess you've a kind-hearted guardian angel. Because I don't know why I keep accepting this useless excuse from you. If you fail to fulfill your promise, I will not only chase you out,I will flush you out of my house. After the left (the landlord abd his boys) he stood up to his feet and dusted himself off. ,"Nawa o, see the way this yeye landlord won take disgrace me. Kai landlord if na my village people send you to shame me, just go back and tell Dem say you no see me. In short tell Dem I pass them. But e no go better for all the witches and wizards for my village. Chai, how I go take get #250k to pay within a space of two weeks. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice his friend Solomon's presence. Solomon stared at him in silence for a while, then tapped him on the shoulder. Wisdom shivered in surprise, staring at Solomon with his mouth open. "How long have you been standing here?" Wisdom asked. "Two minutes and some seconds, I guess," Solomon responded. Wisdom heaved a sigh and ushered him into his apartment. Solomon sat down on one of the sofas in the sitting room, while Wisdom sat on another next to him." "Guy wetin happen,this one way you keep your face like person way give Mami water belle? Solomon asked. "Solo If na that One, e even better pass wetin I dey go through now. "Haba wetin come be that one na? Guy talk to your gee tell me what's up. Wisdom sighed and responded. " My landlord came here early today with some mean looking thugs to throw me out of his house. "Haba, why em go throw you out, shey you be Dustbin to throw you out? "Solo, be serious, am not joking. "Am sorry, my bad. Please continue. "As you know I am owing him 9 months rent,which I have been promising to pay. But couldn't. So I asked him to give me a grace of one month which he refused. Then I pleaded with him to give me two weeks grace which he accepted. The challenge now is that I don't know how to settle it. "So na because of this small thing dey make you keep your face like rejected offering. Guy abeg shift, I get update way big pass that one. "I no blame you Sha, I blame my village people for giving me a clown as a friend. So which update big pass the one way dey on ground. "Guy relax, your body too dey pepper you. I saw Desmond our classmate back then in secondary school. Wisdom thinking and trying to create an imaginary picture of Desmond. "The name sounds familiar, but I am still trying to remember the face. "Wizzy, so you don forget Desmond, that boy way we nickname "black man devil" because him back pass charcoal. "Oh, oh, Desmond very black boy, now I remember. So where did you see him? I met him at the fuel station yesterday evening. Desmond is now a millionaire, or rather, more than a millionaire. He has his own personal bodyguards and moves in convoys. He owns the latest G-Wagons and Rolls-Royce models, including the 2025 Mercedes-Benz G50, G63, and G580, as well as the Rolls-Royce Phantom EV and electric SUV. When I say "latest," I mean the most current models. He gave me his contact information and asked to meet this weekend to catch up on old times. He also gave me ₦200,000 for transportation. Wisdom looked at Solomon with great surprise in his eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard about Desmond. For a moment, he was speechless, feeling dumbfounded. "Do you mean Desmond, the dullest boy in class, or is it another Desmond?" Wisdom asked, his mouth agape. "Guy why you dey do like moi-moi nah, how many Desmond we get for our class, in short how many Desmond we get back then for our set? Solomon asked "Chai, nawa o this world no balance. Imagine Desmond Don blow, Desmond don make am big before us. "Guy see this one way you dey talk no concern me, I no dey even reason am. The thing be say we go met am to show us the way this weekend. As for your house rent i go help you with 100k way you go take give your landlord. "My main gee you too much, thank you and God bless you for me. "Abeg no think say I dash you the money oh, I no be father Christmas to dey dash people money. All I know you go pay me back my money after Desmond show us the way. "My gee that one no be problem, infact I go pay you double double. Both friends laughed out loud and talked about some other pricing issues. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 *EPISODE 2* The night was thick with the weight of silence, yet Chinasa could not sleep. Not because of noise, but because her soul refused to rest. Sleep teased her with its edges but never embraced her fully. The image of that circle—the one not of friends but of black shadows and wicked grins—lingered like oil in her throat. She turned again on her bunk, her mattress groaning beneath her. The room was warm, the ceiling fan clicking as it fought uselessly against the heat. Still, her body would not obey the rhythm of rest. When she could take it no more, she climbed down quietly from her top bunk, her bare feet brushing the cold terrazzo floor. She walked slowly to the latrine with a small torch tucked into her palm, though she didn’t need it—she knew these halls in the dark. In the toilet, she splashed water on her face, staring long into the mirror with trembling breath, as if searching for proof that she still existed. Her reflection looked distant, like it was watching her from somewhere far beneath the surface. And when she returned to her bed, curling in on herself like a folded prayer, her school mother stirred beneath her. “Chinasa,” Senior Ngozi muttered from the bottom bunk, voice laced with sleep and concern. “You’re turning like you’re fighting something in your sleep. What's wrong with you ?” “I’m fine senior,” Chinasa said too quickly, barely above a whisper. But she wasn’t fine. Her voice cracked on the lie. She turned her face to the wall, and her eyes blinked into the blackness, seeing not darkness but the memory of fire and blood and the masked woman in the red veil. --- By morning, the light that crept through the louvers offered no comfort. It only exposed the bruises the night left behind. Chinasa’s eyes were heavy, red-rimmed from tears that refused to dry. She stood near the general bathroom with a resolve that stiffened her shoulders. Her face was set. When Betty appeared, flanked by her ever-smirking shadow Chommy, she tried to walk past quickly, pretending not to notice Chinasa’s haunted eyes. But Chinasa moved into her path. “You did this to me,” she said quietly, her voice trembling but firm. “You put me in that circle. You brought me into this evil.” Betty scoffed. “Abeg, Chinasa. Are you okay like this? What are you saying?” “You know what I’m saying!” Chinasa cried, drawing attention from a few girls rinsing their buckets by the tap. “You gave me to them. You lied to me!” Betty looked back at Chommy, who folded her arms, then turned again with a shrug. “She’s mad. Don’t mind her.” She walked off, hips swinging as if nothing had happened, while Chinasa stood there, fists clenched, the betrayal raw and choking like dust in her throat. Chommy and Asia pulled Betty close as they entered the dining hall, whispering, laughing. Chinasa followed, barely aware of her own feet. She sat alone at a corner of the long wooden benches, a tray of untouched pap and akara in front of her. Her spoon remained still, her hands trembling faintly on the table. Her eyes were far away. Then a voice brought her back. “Can I sit here?” Victor. He looked concerned. She didn’t answer. Just gave a slow nod. He sat beside her carefully, eyes scanning her face. “You’re not eating. Did something happen?” “I don’t want to talk,” she murmured, barely looking at him. Victor nodded, though his eyes remained on her. He was about to speak again when Chinasa froze completely, her body going rigid like wood. Her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes widened—not from anything around her, but from what she saw. From somewhere deep within her chest, a pressure began to build—a pressure not of pain, but of release. And then it happened. Her spirit tore free. Victor gasped as he watched her body tremble, but Chinasa saw what no one else could—her own soul, like a shimmering silhouette, peeled out of her skin like vapor, formed into something feathered and monstrous—a dark owl with eyes that glowed like embers in the dusk. The owl screeched and flew. Screams erupted in the cafeteria. Girls ducked. Plates clattered. Someone shouted “Blood of Jesus!” as the enormous bird smashed through the hall’s upper window, feathers trailing behind it like a curse. The owl flew straight into the distance, its wings flapping with eerie grace toward the edge of the forest behind the school compound, where darkness was thickest and the soil remembered old oaths. Chinasa’s mind was with the owl. In the center of the clearing, black candles burned. The stones formed that same circle again. And standing there was the woman—the masked one—the Queen of the Night. Her eyes, hidden beneath the carved ivory mask, glowed with malice and satisfaction. “You have come again, my daughter,” the woman’s voice coiled through the air, thick as smoke. “It is time to complete what has begun.” “I didn’t choose this,” Chinasa wept. “Let me go. I don’t want this life.” “Want or not, it is yours now,” the woman replied, lifting a hand. The royal guards stood behind her—tall creatures with spindly fingers and curved horns. “Eat again. Taste flesh. Only then will your bond be sealed.” “I will never eat human flesh again,” Chinasa shouted with trembling resolve. In fury, the Queen raised her staff. The wind rose like a vengeful hurricane. Chinasa was swept off her feet, thrown backwards with inhuman force. She struck a tree hard—her spine arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream. In the real world, her body convulsed in the cafeteria. Blood gushed from her nostrils. Her hand trembled, then went limp. Victor screamed. “Help! Help her—please!” Students surrounded her. Teachers rushed in. Chaos roared. Chinasa lay on the tiled floor, blood trailing from her nose, her eyes shut as if in death. She was rushed to the clinic on a stretcher borrowed from the sick bay. After saline drip and careful monitoring, her breathing stabilized. The blood stopped. But something within her remained fractured. --- When she returned to the hostel later that evening, her body sore and her heart heavy, she didn’t go to bed. She went straight to the corner where Betty was seated, rubbing lotion into her knees while humming to herself like someone whose conscience had no weight. “You used me,” Chinasa said, voice low. “You knew what that meeting was about, and you took me there.” Betty glanced up. “You should really stop saying that. It’s not good for your mind.” “I saw your face that night. You were chanting.” “Enough,” Betty snapped, standing. Asia and Chommy appeared again, their timing like shadow. “She’s disturbing again,” Asia said, her face already twisting with disdain. “She needs beating to rearrange her head,” Chommy spat. Before Chinasa could react, the blows came fast. Her head slammed against the wall. Hands dragged at her braids. Her knees buckled under the assault. They didn’t just hit her—they punished her. Screams and noise drew the matron in. “Stop that!” she shouted. Ngozi, Chinasa’s school mother, came running. Chinasa was bleeding again—from her forehead this time. The matron grabbed Betty and Chinasa both by the arms, dragging them like criminals to the principal’s office. Principal Mrs. Eche listened with the detached weariness of a woman who had seen too many girl fights. “Madam, she said Betty initiated her into a secret cult,” the matron said. Mrs. Eche sighed. “Chinasa, must you keep weaving fairy tales? If this is about friendship drama, resolve it like young women. Don’t bring spirits into it.” “But it’s real,” Chinasa said through her split lip, her voice barely holding. “Enough.” Dismissed. As they left, Betty smiled. And Chinasa’s chest burned with the quiet rage of a girl who had been silenced—but who had now learned that pain was the first step in becoming what they feared. ---TO BE CONTINUED.......... 🔥🔥
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  • True friendship knows no tribal barriers. The story below further confirms this.

    This is Irechukwu, an Igbo boy, with Abubakar Jauro Ribadu, a Fulani man. Irechukwu's parents lived downstairs where other tenants lived, while Ribadu and his wife lived upstairs with other tenants.

    Although the Ribadus had no child for about five years of marriage, they helped to look after Irechukwu, who grew to be very fond of them. There was a time he spent two weeks with them while his mother was in the hospital and the father was out of the country. Neighbors criticized Irechukwu's mother for leaving her only child with Fulani Muslims. When eventually the Ribadus had their first child, Irechukwu's dad flew in from Europe with 2 of the latest phones for Ribadu and his wife, aside from many other gifts.

    When Irechukwu's parents were transferred to western Nigeria, it was weeping for both families. The Ribadus found time to visit years later. When Irechukwu saw them, the joy was out of this world, the same for the parents.

    Ribadu's love for Ndi Igbo started from childhood. His father's block of flats has been majorly occupied by Ndi Igbo for donkey years. The Hausas call the house "gidan iyamirai"—Igbo for "people's house! According to him, people told his mother (after his father passed away) to replace the tenants with northerners, but she refused. Igbos are still living there!

    For these families, love, peace, and mutual understanding transcend the negative narratives. # Tsunami
    True friendship knows no tribal barriers. The story below further confirms this. This is Irechukwu, an Igbo boy, with Abubakar Jauro Ribadu, a Fulani man. Irechukwu's parents lived downstairs where other tenants lived, while Ribadu and his wife lived upstairs with other tenants. Although the Ribadus had no child for about five years of marriage, they helped to look after Irechukwu, who grew to be very fond of them. There was a time he spent two weeks with them while his mother was in the hospital and the father was out of the country. Neighbors criticized Irechukwu's mother for leaving her only child with Fulani Muslims. When eventually the Ribadus had their first child, Irechukwu's dad flew in from Europe with 2 of the latest phones for Ribadu and his wife, aside from many other gifts. When Irechukwu's parents were transferred to western Nigeria, it was weeping for both families. The Ribadus found time to visit years later. When Irechukwu saw them, the joy was out of this world, the same for the parents. Ribadu's love for Ndi Igbo started from childhood. His father's block of flats has been majorly occupied by Ndi Igbo for donkey years. The Hausas call the house "gidan iyamirai"—Igbo for "people's house! According to him, people told his mother (after his father passed away) to replace the tenants with northerners, but she refused. Igbos are still living there! For these families, love, peace, and mutual understanding transcend the negative narratives. # Tsunami
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  • 35 Years, One Paycheck: A Nation’s Gratitude?

    On the 28th of July, 2025, I received an invite to speak to young students about career paths—a moment that should have filled me with pride. But just hours before then, I was hit with something that shook me to the core.

    After 35 years of service in the Nigeria Police Force… after sleepless nights, wahala, risks taken, promotions delayed, and personal sacrifices made—I received news of the lump sum I would be paid (gratuity and pension).

    $5,488.01.
    That’s what my 35 years as a Deputy Commissioner of Police is worth.

    I laughed. Not from joy—but disbelief. Then came the sting of betrayal. Is this all my dedication amounts to? Is this what service to nation looks like in retirement?

    I feel used. Discarded. Disillusioned. Scammed.

    To every officer still in service, to every youth dreaming of public service: we need to speak up. Our sacrifices must mean something.

    This isn’t just my story—it’s the silent story of thousands.

    We deserve dignity. We deserve better.

    -Written by Francis Erhabor

    #ServiceAndSacrifice #GratuityRealities #NigeriaPoliceForce #35YearsOfService #ContributoryPensionScheme #PensionReformNow #VeteransDeservesMore
    📌 35 Years, One Paycheck: A Nation’s Gratitude? On the 28th of July, 2025, I received an invite to speak to young students about career paths—a moment that should have filled me with pride. But just hours before then, I was hit with something that shook me to the core. After 35 years of service in the Nigeria Police Force… after sleepless nights, wahala, risks taken, promotions delayed, and personal sacrifices made—I received news of the lump sum I would be paid (gratuity and pension). $5,488.01. That’s what my 35 years as a Deputy Commissioner of Police is worth. I laughed. Not from joy—but disbelief. Then came the sting of betrayal. Is this all my dedication amounts to? Is this what service to nation looks like in retirement? I feel used. Discarded. Disillusioned. Scammed. To every officer still in service, to every youth dreaming of public service: we need to speak up. Our sacrifices must mean something. This isn’t just my story—it’s the silent story of thousands. We deserve dignity. We deserve better. -Written by Francis Erhabor #ServiceAndSacrifice #GratuityRealities #NigeriaPoliceForce #35YearsOfService #ContributoryPensionScheme #PensionReformNow #VeteransDeservesMore
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  • No, not all men cheat.

    Some do—but many don’t.

    Cheating is a choice, not a gender trait. There are men who value loyalty, commitment, and emotional integrity. They love deeply and would never betray their partner's trust. At the same time, yes, some men cheat, just as some women cheat too. It's more about the person’s character, values, and self-control—not their gender

    JB WORLD.
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