Two best friends are better than two best enemies.

After the civil war, General Yakubu Gowon was told by some European experts that the only way Nigeria could make real progress was for the country to pursue industrialization, because crude oil money was not sustainable. Limited in knowledge, Gowon asked his European friends what exactly industrialization entailed. They told him it was simple; that Nigeria must learn to produce engines, machines, etc.

He heeded this advice and set out on the task to industrialize Nigeria. First stop, he asked that the Biafran scientists who had produced machines during the war be assembled to spearhead the industrialization project. Dr. Felix Oragwu, a nuclear physicist, who was part of the team that produced 'Ogbunigwe,' was called to build a team in this regard.

When he was first contacted, according to him, he thought they had come for him to punish him for the role he played during the war. But eventually he went and met Gowon who mandated him to build a team of scientists. He did, deliberately including people from every part of country, even if they weren't going to contribute much, just to ensure national spread and remove any suspicion. He then presented his recommendations to the ruling military council. Part of the recommendations was that an institute be set up in Enugu where facilities already existed, and where most of the wartime scientists lived.

But once Murtala Mohammed - whom he said was never comfortable with the idea and never hid his disdain for him - heard about setting up an institute in Enugu, he flared up and accused him of trying to empower fellow rebels to wage another war against Nigeria.

Mohammed, he said, pointedly asked Gowon whether it was military government they were running or technical government; to which Gowon answered military government. He then said that since it was military government, the technicians should be thrown out of the government. And that was how the meeting ended.

I interviewed Dr. Oragwu few years ago.

-- as reported by Obinna Ezugwu.

Interesting Lines that Will Keep You Going When Times Get Tough.

1. “Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.”—Joshua J. Marine

2. “Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.”—Les Brown

3. “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”—Martin Luther King, Jr.

4. “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”—Confucius

5. “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt

6. “To be tested is good. The challenged life may be the best therapist.”—Gail Sheehy, Author

7. “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”—Joseph Kennedy

8. “You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.”—Maya Angelou

9. “The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.” —Randy Pausch

10. Life may be hard, but resilient people are harder.

11. Mirror is your best friend, because when you cry, it never laughs.

12. But remember that real situations reveal fake friends.

STAY BLESSED

SAD

Casie revealed that When Nipsey Hussle died , his wife started dating Diddy only after 2 weeks . Casie revealed there was a time she visited Laurent and saw her on Diddy’s bed .

You know the craziest thing ? Diddy and Nipsey were friends . Nipsey went everywhere with his wife .He took her to the studio all the time . He loved and respected her so much . One could never even think Diddy will do that to him .

Moral lesson : Fear women .

True Friends

Despite their differences, they spent hours sharing stories.
The fish lived in the depths—quiet and thoughtful.
The seagull soared high—loud and full of energy.
But that was never a problem…
Until someone made it one.

One day, another seagull said:
—“Why waste your time with a fish?
—It can’t fly with you or understand your freedom…”

The seagull knew the fish couldn’t fly.
She knew his world was filled with currents and shadows.
But instead of defending him… she stayed silent.

Little by little, the words of others filled her with doubt.
“Maybe they’re right,” she thought.
And she decided to fly away.
—“If he truly values me, he’ll swim to the shore to find me…”

And the fish did.
Every single day.
Swimming against strong tides.
Exposing himself to predators.
Risking everything to find his friend.

But he never saw her.
And each night, he returned to the depths—exhausted and sad.

Until one day… he stopped swimming to the surface.

Word spread: the fish was ill.
The currents could no longer ho

Happy weekend friends.

Good morning family and friends

The first night I saw my best friend with my husband, I did what they never imagined... They were both in the bedroom...
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MY BEST FRIEND STOLE MY MAN

CHAPTER 1

If somebody had told me that the person who would destroy my life was the same person I used to share my clothes and secrets with, I would have laughed in their face.
But now, the only thing I laugh at is my own stupidity.

My name is Amaka, and my wedding was in two weeks.

I had the man. I had the ring. I had the aso-ebi colors picked out. I had my best friend by my side — or so I thought.

It was a hot Wednesday morning in Enugu. I remember clearly because NEPA had just brought light and I was dancing in my towel, holding my phone and playing “Baby Riddim” by Fave. My cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. Obinna, my fiancé, had just sent me money for my gele and shoes.

“Nne, I want you to look like a goddess that day,” he said. “The whole world must know you’re mine.”

God knows I loved that man.

Chiamaka, my best friend since secondary school, was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone and laughing at a meme.
“See this one,” she said, turning the phone to show me a picture of a bride whose makeup looked like she fought with a clown.

I laughed. “Chia, that can never be me. My makeup artist is charging sixty thousand.”

“Ehen? So now you’re a big girl, eh?” she teased, throwing a pillow at me.

We laughed like that for minutes. Two friends. Two sisters. Or so I thought.

I didn’t know she was laughing because she already knew something I didn’t.

That morning, Obinna called. His voice was deep and warm. “Have you eaten?”

“No,” I smiled. “Waiting for you to bring me food.”

Chiamaka raised her eyebrow and whispered, “Tell him to bring for both of us o!”

Obinna chuckled over the phone. “Alright. I’m coming with your favorite — nkwobi and cold malt.”

When the call ended, Chiamaka looked at me with a sly smile. “You’re lucky o. This your Obinna, he’s sweet die.”

I nodded. “He is.”

She stood up. “Let me go bath. I want to look fine before he comes. You know your man likes seeing fine girls.”

We laughed again.

But in that laugh, something shifted.

I didn’t catch it then. But now, thinking back, I see it clearly. The way she looked at me. The way she said “your man.”
There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

That evening, when Obinna came, I noticed he didn’t hug me the way he used to. It was quick. Cold. His eyes darted around like he was hiding something.

He handed me the nylon bag. “Your food.”

“Thanks baby,” I smiled, trying to hold his hand.

He pulled it away too fast.

Chiamaka came out wearing a short gown that hugged her in all the wrong places. Her makeup was too much for a simple evening, but she walked like she was on a runway.
Obinna’s eyes followed her for a second too long.

I noticed.

I pretended not to.

We all sat in the parlor and watched a movie. But Obinna laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. He barely looked at me. When Chiamaka stood to go get water, his eyes followed her again.

My heart skipped.

Something wasn’t right.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay on the bed while Chiamaka snored beside me. I stared at the ceiling and asked myself one question:

“What if love is not enough?”

To be continued….
Oluchi Onyeaghala

Halima waziri apologises to ex-president! Dear former president Goodluck Jonathan GCFR, GCON.

My name is Halima waziri I will like to use this medium to officially apologize to you for criticizing and condemning your administration in the year 2015.
Until after you left office that i realised the kind of person exactly you were.
you are indeed a man of integrity not acclaimed integrity,
you are a real Democrat not a dictator.

Looking at what is happening with our Democratic system today I recalled one of your post on your Facebook wall on 8th Jan.2015 which you wrote:

"My dear Facebook friends,
I have said it before and I will continue to say and live by the fact that my ambition, and indeed the ambition of anybody, is not worth the blood of any Nigerian. Therefore, I urge all Nigerians to look forward in hope as we fulfill the dreams of our founding fathers to ‘build a nation where peace and Justice reign
In that regard, we must make the election of February 14th, 2015, a contest amongst brothers rather than a struggle between foes.

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