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Netchurch: Enter into my Rest for My Yoke is Easy & My Burden is Light .

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5 rocket launchers, 11 machine guns, 17,000 ammunition seized in Lagos

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My life with Ojukwu -Bianca Onoh Ojukwu 6 months of mourning for ikemba speaks out .must read interview

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Get rich or grow old while trying .President Goodluck12166305091?profile=original Jonathan and his running mate think so little of Nigerians that they have so far fled any venue where the presidential candidates have been invited to hold a debate. But when young Nigerians invited all the candidates to a debate tagged “What About Us?” to be anchored by acclaimed novelist, Chimamanda Adichie, many of them were certain that Mr. Jonathan would not say no to them.

They obviously didn’t know the man.

Instead of facing Adichie, Mr. Jonathan arranged his own one-man “debate,” inviting Nigeria’s hip-hop star, D'banj (whose real name is Dapo Daniel Oyebanjo) to ask him questions in a low-grade, soft session.

On March 17, 2011, D’banj took off his so-called Kokomaster hat and replaced it with that of the voice of the Nigerian youth as he took it upon himself to ask President Jonathan questions "concerning the youth."

We would not have bothered if Jonathan was being prepped for a reality show on D'banj's Koko mansion, but this was a session with a man asking Nigerian voters, including young ones, to entrust him with the highest political office in their country.

Having decided to duck from a debate organized by numerous Nigerian youth groups, Mr. Jonathan nevertheless wanted to show off that he's got the backing of the Nigerian youth. He chose a well-known popular entertainer as collaborator in a patently deceptive game.

Jonathan got it wrong!

Jonathan must have figured that the interview occurred at an opportune moment. It was his attempt to divert attention from the calls for real debates on an independent platform. Yet, in giving D’banj the job of asking him questions, Mr. Jonathan sought to give the impression that he’s in touch with the youth—and has great regard for them. But by choosing a rich stage performer who is obviously out of touch with the realities of the average Nigerian youth, President Jonathan showed himself up as a clueless leader who is out of tune with the vast majority of Nigerian youth and their top issues in the upcoming elections.

D'banj was an embarrassment. He spent much of the interview nodding blankly at Goodluck Jonathan's uninformed answers. The social media universe was merciless. It twittered insults at D’banj and his sponsor, Jonathan. On facebook, more barbs were flung at the two men. Many of D’Banj’s fans pointed to their newfound disrespect for the artist who is now seen as a man with a purchase price.

Many critics were disgusted that D’banj, who’s on Jonathan’s payroll, would dare appoint himself to represent the Nigerian youth.

By granting an interview to the likes of D’banj, Jonathan has ignored the politically aware coalition that formed “What About Us?”—a collection of talented, imaginative, articulate, highly educated and globally acclaimed Nigerian youth.

“Why would this man ignore the youth-led initiative for a real debate and give a comical interview to a hireling like D’banj?” asked a disappointed youth. “Is President Jonathan so scared that he won’t take questions from Chimamanda Adichie?” asked another.

D'Banj’s performance was so bad that he came out looking like a brainless political pawn, too grateful to sit across from a candidate who appears too timid and too unsure of himself to submit to any real debate.

Jonathan and the PDP may be misjudging the youth who are determined to put an end to the era of mediocrity and criminal showmanship that has dragged their nation backward for several decades.
 
For D’banj it was a regrettable moment, marking his career as an anti-youth crusader.

Adding to D’Banj’s miscalculation is the discovery that the Jonathan campaign is a sponsor of the Koko Concert scheduled to be held on the 25th of March, the same day as the Adichie-anchored youth debate. Many young people have reacted furiously to the news.

While this move might have been packaged by the Jonathan campaign as an ostensible outreach to the youth community, it came off as a huge gaffe, leaving the President looking disconnected from the core concerns of young people—and a man too afraid to speak to the youth without a script.

As for D’banj, the question is whether he’s going to ever regain respect within the Nigerian youth community. One former fan tweeted: "See d cheap propaganda of Dbanj n GEJ. I see y naija youths cant be trusted. Dbanj na west."

The entertainer’s huge public relations misstep might not matter to him, though; he’s making trips to the bank to lodge his lucre!

But one thing is certain, Nigerian youths don’t seem in any mood to be manipulated by politicians who hold them and their issues in contempt—or by their hirelings, whatever seductive songs they may sing!

 

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12166303300?profile=originalTalabi (not real name) was a sexual addict. He had been an addict for 35 years. At age 15, he had been exposed to pornography, courtesy of his older cousin, who would sneak in with pornographic films at night. At 17, Talabi started to experiment with near- nude images of prostitutes which his cousin had introduced him to. Talabi got married at 25, to a morally sound and spiritually inclined lady in his church, thinking that would help him out of his problems.

But seven days after the wedding, he went berserk because he had not seen any nude materials, even after two children, as he still could not stop being at the mercy of porn. ‘I lived everyday of my life on the materials even after several years of marriage. I had to go into ministry, thinking that would be my saving grace. It was hell on earth for me and I didn’t know what to do,” he lamented.

A cursory look at Talabi’s upbringing reveals that he was born and raised a strict Christian with special emphasis on the principles of the Bible. His father was a strict clergy and the mother a member of the good women association. He was the first and an only son, with three sisters, whom everyone felt would take up the ministry like his father. He did actually take up the ministry after his father retired and his sermons focused on fornication and adultery.

But he had a problem. He loved pornography. He would stash them in a private safe in his library and under the pretence that he was researching for his sermons and receiving from the divinity, would lock himself up to quietly enjoy several sessions with his porn. At first, his wife of five years didn’t know what was going on until her husband began to go out at odd evenings to evangelise. She later discovered that his lost sheep were prostitutes who he paid heavily to have sex with, carrying out his pornography fantasies on them...

After each incident, he would beg God for forgiveness and would swear never to find himself in that position again. But again and again, he found himself going back. This continued until he travelled abroad, where he confided in a fellow minister, who introduced him to a therapist. The therapist found that what triggered Talabi’s adulterous acts was pornography use.

In Talabi’s wife reminiscence of her husband’s addiction, she said that at the point of escalation, her husband would demand, “Even sometimes pushed me into doing increasingly bizarre and unusual sexual activities.” She added that in many cases, this resulted in a break in their relationship, as she refused to go further. Bimpe, Talabi’s wife said she almost divorced him because of “so much conflict and rift in the home. Our children were beginning to feel the pressure too.” Eventually, they stopped having sex altogether.

The effects of pornography on anyone, most especially the youth, Dr Amos Ayeni, a Psychotherapist, said, are very damaging. He explained that as a psychotherapist and a clinical psychologist, he had over the years, treated an approximate of 300 sex addicts, who don’t even have an idea that they were. He said other individuals; about 75 per cent of them, were males with sexual illnesses. He said such cases of illnesses include unwanted compulsive sexual acting-out, plus such things as child molestation and rape, among others.

He may not be wrong, if one goes with 35-year-old Nasiru, who raped and brutalised a 16-year-old daughter of his neighbour. While blaming the devil for his actions, he confessed that he took to the act  as a result of what he had seen “on the television.” When asked to elaborate, he said “when my wife start(ed) to not have sex again, my friend showed me how to find pleasure in films. That fateful day, I was watching the film when the girl came back from school and the devil made me to rape her.” He added that he frequented “prostitutes but they don’t want to go with me again,” because he made them act out his fantasies.

Ayeni explained that addiction was usually the first effect pornography has on its viewers. Once a viewer got hooked, he said, it was just inevitable, he/she will keep coming back for more and still more. The material seemed to provide a very powerful sexual stimulant or aphrodisiac effect, followed by sexual release, most often through masturbation

An addict, who declined to have his name in print said, once addicted, they just kept going at it without the strength to break away from it. This is in spite of the negative effects on the family and possible encounter with the law. A psychologist, Dr Kunle Awopeju, in a telephone conversation, said that once a person becomes addicted to anything, pornography inclusive, what is known as escalation, occurs.

Escalation, he said, was a phase that became traumatic to the patient. He said with time, the addict would desire rougher, explicit, more deviant, kinds of sexual materials to boost motivation. According to him, as escalation progresses, there will nearly always be an increasing need for more of the stimulant to get the same initial effect.

“The worst part of being in this state,” Awopeju said, was that being a relationship with a willing partner in the “bizarre demand does not always mean that their problems are solved. These addicts most often prefer the sexual imagery derived from pornography accompanied with masturbation to get a release, instead of sexual intercourse in itself.” This, a published article said “nearly always diminished their capacity to love and express affection to their partner in their intimate relations. The fantasy was all-powerful, much to the chagrin and disappointment of their partner. Their sex drive had been diverted to a degree away from their spouse. And the spouse could easily sense this, and often felt very lonely and rejected.”

“Many times, when you see grown up men raping children, one begins to suspect the effect of pornography on the perpetrators of these devious acts,” Dr Oluwakemi Fakeye, a sociologist said. “The heart-breaking part of pornography,” she said, “is not that is on a daily basis becoming a bigger business than ever before; it is also more acceptable, more fashionable, more of a statement of awareness in the world now. You find pornography in music, in movies, in advertisements and so on; it has come to be an acceptable part of our lives. And the sad thing is that people have come not only to embrace this trend, they have come to see it as nothing harmful.”

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Even for non-believers, Lent can be an ideal time to set a target and break a few habits which can be bad for your health.

Candy

You may think that three wine gum packs a week are a reasonable indulgence, but at 170 calories per pack, over 40 days of Lent you could give up 2900 calories.

Likewise, if you usually go through three packs of chewing gum weekly, giving your jaw a break over Lent would also spare you about 2900 calories.

Chocolate

If,  you have resolved to give up chocolate for Lent, good for you. The average sized Mars bar contains 230 calories (as well as 12g of fat) and a Snickers bar contains around 218 calories.

If you are in the habit of snacking on these twice a week, you will be saving about 2500 calories if you give these up for Lent. As for chocolate being good for boosting your mood? So are friends.

Alcohol

Gram for gram, alcohol is nearly equal to fat when it comes to calories; one  unit of alcohol contains eight grams of alcohol and 56 calories.

A medium glass of red wine (175ml) contains around 120 calories. If you give up your evening glass of wine, you would reduce your intake by around 840 calories per week or 4800 for the period of Lent.

Similarly, giving up a bottle of shine shine bobo and odeku (5%) after work, would save around 1750 calories a week and 10,000 calories for the period of Lent. You would also be doing your liver a favour!

Cigarettes

Coincidentally, the first day of Lent is also a National No Smoking Day in some countries. If you smoke, the single best thing you can do is to quit. Smoking increases your risk of heart disease, heart attack, stroke and cancer and causes around 120,000 deaths every year. It's also expensive.

It usually takes more than one attempt to kick the habit, but studies have shown that people are four times more likely to quit with support compared with those who go it alone. So contact your GP or practice nurse to get the support you need.

Facebook

Not much of a sacrifice you might think. But calculate how much time you spend on Facebook. Many studies have linked "screen time" to an increased risk of heart disease and obesity. Instead of browsing on the internet, why not go for a walk?

Walking around 10,000 steps a day will burn off 300 to 400 calories, or up to 16,000 calories in total for Lent. It's good for the heart, helps with weight loss and can help lower your risk of cancer. It's also free.

Nollywood movies

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A 28-year-old graduate of Mechanical Engineering from the Federal University of Technology (FUT) Minna, Shehu Saleh Balami has launched a solid-fuel rocket in Kaduna. 

Speaking to Daily Trust yesterday in Kaduna, Balami said he took interest in rockets when he was a kid.

He said he was able to invent the solid-fuel rocket with support from friends under the aegis of Movement for the Propagation of Science and Technology in Nigeria, adding that he has also started research on how to make a remote controlled aircraft, a project he intends to embark on shortly.

According to him, he produced the two rockets with 100 per cent local content at an approximate cost of N30, 000 each.

He lamented that Nigeria after 50 years of independence still relies on advanced countries for satellite due to lack of conducive atmosphere for indigenous talented inventors to strive. Balami said there was a need for the Federal Government to provide an enabling environment for science and technology inventors in the country if it wishes to attain the desired Vision 20:2020.

“If the government pays attention to local science and technology inventors and support them financially, I believe very strongly that one day, we will be able to build our own satellite or the engine that will take the satellite into space,” he said.

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Actress Stella Damascus In Fresh Romance With Abuja Man About Town, Mofe
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Star actress, Stella Damasus is in a fresh romance.

This is less than a year after her short lived marriage to Emeka Nzeribe hit the rocks.

Her latest care giver is identified as Mofe Duncan.

He is listed as a man about town based in Abuja.

He is further tagged as into the world of production (the organisation and supervision of the making of movie, broadcast or recording…), with a sister as an Anchor person in a radio station.

Stella and Duncan are said to be very careful about making noise about the relationship..

Despite this, insiders claim they have attended a couple of events under the pretext of being just friends.

The most popular of these occasions is identified as the celebrated wedding of Olumide Akande and Dakore Egbuson.

12166302497?profile=originalBoth Mofe and Stella reportedly arrived and left the reception held at K.F.A Events centre, Lekki Lagos together.

Whether this latest romance would lead to the Alta is not sure yet.

Those close to Stella however claim the actress does not appear to be in a hurry to rush into matrimony again.

Friends maintain her short lived matrimony with Nzeribe- after a brief courtship is responsible for her new stance about marriage.

Though it’s not clear what really led to break up of the marriage- insiders cite lack of proper knowledge of each other’s way as the origin.

Stella Damasus is the widow of late entertainment figure and friend of many, Jaiye Aboderin. She surprised many by remarrying four years after a couple of rumoured romances after her husband’s death.

Shockingly the marriage barely lasted months and now she is said to be back again in love with Mofe Duncan. Stella has two children, Isabella and Agelica (both from her marriage to Jaiye).

Reacting to the development via text message, the popular actress maintained 'it is a free world'

However in the message that has a hint of anger, she wondered why it is only her romances and not other achievements that are usually celebrated.
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After 16 years, couple is blessed with twins • I spent N10m to have a child – Man 
From OKEY SAMPSON, Aba 

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

 

When Chief Rems Uchendu (a.k.a Agunechemba 1 of Aba), set out to exit bachelorhood in 1992, he had in mind like any other man with strong Igbo blood in his veins to start having babies within the next nine months.
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He was convinced that the parcel he picked was well loaded and among the best and, therefore, had no need to worry about.

 

But wishes, they say, are not horses. For 16 tortuous years, Uchedu lived with her wife, Judith, but without a single child to show for the marriage. Chief Uchendu did his traditional marriage on June 6, 1992 and church wedding on November 28 of the same year.

 

As the problem lingers, Uchendu who hails from Ibeme Ugiri in Mbano Local Government Area of Imo State set out in search for a solution.

This took the husband and wife from one place to another; from one medical prescription to another, yet there was no headway.

 

In a chat with Daily Sun, Uchendu said: “I did everything humanly possible for 16 years to see if I could get a child, but there was no way. I spent more than N10 million in the search for just a child, in fact, all the money I made within that period was all spent, and still there was no solution.”

But one thing that the couple had going for them was their absolute faith in what God can do.

“After sometime, we took a decision that we would not go to any where again in search of a child; if God would not give us one, we will accept His wish after all we’ve tried as human beings. After that decision, we stopped all medications towards this direction and hoped wholly on God”, Uchendu said.

Uchendu, a Christian of the Catholic fold, decided to put his faith in God in practice as he went into knighthood and was conferred with the Knight of Saint John International (KSJ).

 

Two spectacular things happened during the period that preceded his initiation into knighthood in September 2007.

First, his wife who although may have disagreed with him on some issues, but definitely not on the issue of child bearing, vehemently opposed his idea of going into knighthood.

 

Her reason, according to Uchendu, was that, “when one is initiated into knighthood, he would not marry two wives. She was afraid my family would accuse her of luring me into knighthood in order to stop me from marrying another woman who would bear me children. I told her to relax because all the while, she never knew there was no pressure from my family to marry another woman because we are a Christian family”.

The second and more spectacular thing which happened within the period was that as Uchendu was attending programmes preparatory to his knighthood initiation, his wife became pregnant and they never knew.

 

His words: “As I was attending programmes preceding my initiation into the knighthood, I never knew my wife had taken in. When it became evident, I asked her to go for scanning tests and the results showed he had only one child in her womb and we prepared for her delivery based on the result of the scanning.

“But God in His infinite way of doing things, my wife in February 2008, delivered twins (a boy and a girl). One came out at exactly 5.00p.m. on that fateful day and the second followed 30 minutes later,” he said.

 

As the twins, Prince Udochukwu and Princeness Adaeze were delivered, Uchendu said that at first he was confused, but later felt relieved.

He said everything around him changed as his house on School Road, Aba became a tourist site of sorts. People from far and near came to see for themselves if actually his wife given birth. Even some American doctors who attended to them in Nigeria when they were in search of the fruit of the womb, joined in the ecstasy of that moment. They went further to send gift items from America for the upkeep of the kids.

In the 16 years of waiting, wherever the couple went for medical tests, they were always said to be okay. But this never stopped people from cajoling them until it got to the point where they were in turn praised..

 

“Although within the 16 years of waiting, people said all sorts of things against us, but we were not bothered because we knew that one day, God will answer our prayers. After sometime, those who were cajoling and calling us all sorts of names, then turned around to praise and call us the best couple around,” he said.

Recently, the twins clocked two years and their father who had at their delivery presented a cow in fulfillment of the vow he made to God, treated them to a lavish birthday ceremony.

But like Oliver Twist, Chief Uchendu who asked for just a child, but God gave him two at once, is asking for more children, even as he said “at the same time, I will be contented with the twins if that’s all God has for me.”

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12166302080?profile=originalAre you looking for babies for outright purchase? Or are you in need of children to serve as maids? You don’t need to search further. In the heart of Lagos, a camp exists, where babies, young girls and boys are figuratively on sale. All you need is to pay and take  them away without even signing any document.

 

Investigation by Saturday Sun undercover reporter revealed that kids are brought from villages, in the South East, with the consent of their parents, who are only interested in money and not the welfare or safety of their wards, and camped in houses in Lagos, from where are be given out to anybody who can afford the fee.

 

Checks showed that some of the kids, who are serving as maids or hawkers for their “slave owners” do not go home to see their parents. And those who did, after many years, especially young girls, are told by their parents not to bother returning, unless they find husbands.

 

To unearth this child trafficking cum slavery ring, Saturday Sun reporter, visited the baby shops, with a lady who posed as a prospective “buyer.” The lady negotiated and issued a cheque to “buy” a day-old baby.

 

The experiences of the victims and the reporter’s task to unravel these racket would simply shock you stiff.

 

The racket Investigation revealed that most of these children are taken from their families, in far villages, to generate funds in the big city. Topping the chart are kids from Ebonyi State. Greedy parents and relatives give out these underage children for as low as N5,000. The children are ‘sold’ to interested buyers as domestic servants, while others end up being sexually and physically exploited by their masters, giving room to modern slavery. Tired of being abused, most of them run from their slave masters and fend for themselves through hawking. Others, especially the girls, fall into the hands of men who promise marriage but dump them when they get pregnant. Yet others end up in homes where they “make” babies that are sold. Saturday Sun uncovered the core domain of this illicit business of sale of babies. It thrives in Ilaje, a Lagos slum, at the back, rusty and forsaken streets of Iponri area of Lagos, close to Costain. In these dark alley, some group of men and women perfect child trafficking and sale of newborn babies. It is a well structured business that operates on tiers and layers of conmen – from canvassers to the middleman, the touts, the landladies known popularly as ‘Alhaja’ and the major keepers of the ‘breeder’ little girls.

 

Investigation revealed that for fear of running out of ‘goods,’ the syndicate has devised means of encouraging “slave” girls to get pregnant as often as possible and submit their babies for sale. In exchange, the innocent girls are given accommodation and some token for upkeep.

 

The patrons

 

One woman from Imo State lives with three of such children, checks revealed. Although she did not get these children from the Iponri camp, they are from the same village as most of those in the slave house. The kids were all taken from Akaeze, a town in Ebonyi State. The woman got them some years ago from their families at the ‘price’ of N5,000 each.

 

The woman, who had taken care of the girls for about two years, told Saturday Sun that her friend took her to Akaeze, where she negotiated and took away the kids from their families. Now, she uses them as maids.

 

She woman said; “Because she is my friend, I begged her to take me there, as I wanted to find out how true that claim was. Normally, if you pay her, she would travel to Akaeze and return with about five of them or as many as are required. When we got to the village, she took me to the compound of one chief who assists her in picking those children. I made an effort to find out why they give out children as young as four years. They told me that the mothers or parents battle to feed themselves and the only way the children would assist is by getting pregnant with no husband. She told me that the battalions of kids in her compound were all product of unwanted pregnancy.

 

Her excuse was that the young girls, in a bid to make ends meet, prefer to sleep around to farming.

 

“I took them three years ago from three different mothers at the tender ages of four, three and six. They are the ones that keep me company, as my children are all grown and in their own homes. The shocking aspect of it was when I assured their grandmother that I would bring them home once in a while and she told me not to bother that God would protect them till they are old enough to find their way home.” Bad experiences Some of the young girls and boys shared their experiences and how they found themselves in Lagos. Steve was brought to Lagos with the full knowledge that he was coming to serve and make money for his family. His master promised to send his earnings back home to his family. Before he was rescued by a charity organisation, his job was hawking in the streets and highways, while he remits the returns to his boss, who is resident in Akaeze periodically.  “He rented a house for us at Ilaje, where we keep our wares at the end of the day. He visits from the village from time to time, to take proceeds from us and to bring more children into the fold,” he revealed.

 

When Steve was picked up, the police traced his boss to Ebonyi, where he was arrested and prosecuted. The young boy was reconciled with his family members, who were disappointed that he came back empty handed. Barely two weeks after he was sent back, Steve resurfaced in the streets of Lagos. When the police arrested him again, under a bridge, his excuse for returning was that life was better in Lagos than in his village.

 

For 10-year-old Chukwuma from Ezza, his case is mere predicament. He is an orphan. Soon after his parents died, his uncles liquidated the father’s little assets and shared them among themselves.

 

Chukwuma and two of his siblings were distributed among the uncles, who ‘sold’ them out to serve as maids. Chukwuma found himself in Lagos, in a home where he is expected to tend two children, clean the house, fetch water, wash clothes and dishes. He slept on bare hard floor and fed from the remains of the food, which barely sustained him. He was often a victim of domestic assault from the madam, in addition to the neglect of not being sent to school, like the kids he looked after.

 

When things became so unbearable, Chukwuma fled and ran into the nearest church that bundled him to the nearest police station. The police swiftly arrested his master and wife.

 

The boy shocked the police when he told them that the scars all over his body were actually inflicted by his master. According to him, anytime his master whips, he would threaten him with recovery of the money he paid to acquire him. The slave master actually admitted that he paid Chukwuma’s family N20, 000 to take him.

 

Fortunes, however, cane the way of Chukwuma, after police intervention, as the church that rescued him adopted him.

 

Chinwe, a little girl, is another victim who set out by the indoctrination she got to make it in Lagos. She is a street trader. That is the means of hitting her big dream in Lagos.

 

The woman she lives with, unlike many others, enrolled her in a school. But she combined the school activities, in the day, with hawking of meat at a mechanic village nearby. It was in this business place of hers that Saturday Sun spotted her.

 

When she volunteered to take us to her home, a man who was about to patronise her told Saturday Sun that Chinwe, who claims to be 15 years but looks like a 10- year old girl, is usually in any available bus with any tout that is ready to accommodate her.

 

At a point, Chinwe blamed her situation on her madam, who allowed his husband to abuse her sexually, adding that and when she complained the woman would beat her up.

 

“I decided to run away and I think I am better off. I intend to start school from the money I saved from my business,” se said.

 

Housemaid for sale Little Chidera, who looks barely six years old, told Saturday Sun that she came to Lagos to serve as a nanny. Chidera lives in the Ilaje notorious child slave camp of Lagos. When Saturday Sun spotted her, a year-old-baby was strapped to her back. Her sense of danger or security is not so developed, as to suspected our reporter or her intentions.

 

This young girl told Saturday Sun that she came to Lagos to be a baby sitter. Her master told our reporter he arranges for maids for anybody who is ready to pay. He revealed that it would be cheaper when he has a long time to arrange t than when the notice is short.

 

 

The man, who simply gave his name as Oko said: “Majority of the people living here are from Ebonyi State. This area is well known here as Anyakaogu, Izzi,” which implies an extension of a village with such name in Ebonyi.

 

“It is a starting point, where you can get an accommodation for as low as N1, 000 per month. We are like a family here. To get a good housemaid, you will pay as much as N20, 000,” he added.

 

Saturday Sun reporter had offered to pay him N50,000, for quick delivery. Seeing a business opportunity, the man asked if the reporter liked Chidera, as he would not mind giving her up. For the little girl, Oko collected a dude cheque of N20, 000. He was told that the balance would be paid the next day and the girl would be taken away.

 

Excited, Oko said if he had got all the money, he would not mind handing over the girl instantly. On whether he would not follow the reporter to know where Chidera was to be taken. He said that the girl was an orphan and her guardians gave her out for N2,000.

 

“No one wants to know how she is faring. Therefore, it is a plus for her to get a good and caring family to live with. If it is her destiny to survive and make it in life, I know she will surely come back to look for me and find her way home,” Oko declared.

 

Babies also for sale A few yards from Oko’s shop, Saturday Sun reporter spotted another young man who sells foodstuff and explained to him her intentions. He immediately abandoned all his customers and dashed into the adjoining house. On his way back, some touts, in the close by the Ilaje garage, called him for a chat. He came back to explain that the boys were aware of our visit, hence the price of the housemaid might increase because the touts would get a fraction of the fee.

 

The atmosphere of the discussion changed, as a hefty looking man appeared. He introduced himself as Remi and advised that our reporter saw him privately. To draw his sympathy and influence the bargain, Saturday Sun reporter feigned sadness and she bust into tears, imploring Remi to do his best “as my home was at the point of collapse since I cannot bear a child for my husband.”

 

Probably convinced, Remi advised: “You and I know that it is illegal to adopt a child without the consent of the government. I know what you are going through madam because my sister also suffered the same fate. To convince you that I can help you, Uche will take you to a place where we have available babies but they are all girls. This is my office, when you return we can negotiate the fee.”

 

On getting close to the house, where babies were ‘displayed’ for sale, Uche requested, for security reasons, that the reporter dropped her bags at the gate. He said that the Alhaja who owns the house would ensure that nothing happened to the bags. He said that they take such measures because they had had cases with the police but pulled through because they were able to prove their innocence.

 

Inside the small room were two girls. One clutched a day-old baby and the other a week-old, both girls. Uche explained that the girls would leave the camp as soon as they get buyers for their babies. When payment is made, he said, the girls would get part of the money, while the rest would be shared between the person who brought the buyer and Alhaja, who accommodates the girls.

 

One of the girls, who introduced herself as Linda, told Saturday Sun that her master threw her out where she lived when they discovered she was pregnant.

 

“I came to Lagos three years ago, when I was 13 years, to serve as a housemaid in the home of a town’s man. I used to sell water for my madam and on my way back home one night some agbero raped me. I told my madam, but she told me that it was a way of life. My master started sleeping with me and offered me gifts. When I discovered that I was pregnant, I was driven away. With the little money I had, I started my sachet water business while I slept in my friends’ homes. It was then that I met one man who referred me to Alhaja,” she said.

 

When asked if she would be interested in the child, in future, Linda said that her initial plan was to dump the baby in front of a church but when she was told that she could make money to start life all over again by selling the ‘baby, she changed her plan.

 

“My child will fare better with whoever that will take her. I don’t want her to live my kind of life,” she said.

 

Asking price is N250,000  The bargaining began at an initial offer of N400, 000. Our reporter accepted to pay N200, 000. Uche, the middleman, said the baby won’t go for a dime less than N250, 000. He said that the business ends as soon as the agreed price is paid. He said something to the effect that the safety of the baby did not matter to them.

 

“Our business is to perfect the sale. We can’t kill the baby and don’t believe you the buyer will do that.

 

“We are used to all these things. Since we started this business, if you check very well dropping of children at the garbage or toilet has reduced. This is because we have given them hope that the baby can fetch them money to start life all over gain.”

 

Back at the Ilaje motor park, Remi accosted our reporter to know if she was satisfied with the babies on sale. The reporter, as decoy, told him that she would have preferred a baby boy. He promised to source for a baby boy.

 

“You will not regret doing business with us. If you have such problem again, please don’t fail to contact me,” Remi pleaded.

 

Checking the abuse  Despite the influx of these underage ones from Ebonyi, some human rights activists have made efforts to ensure that the appropriate authorities put a check on the illicit business. One of such persons is Evangelist Jacinta Nworie, leader, Christ Assurance Bible Ministry. She corroborated the report on the alarming rate at which indigenes of Ebonyi, especially from Akaeze, Ezza, Izzi and Abakaliki axis ‘sale’ their children into modern slavery. This exodus, she explained, is fuelled by poverty.

 

Citing some of her experiences, Nworie explained that her passion for her people, in this predicament, arose from her experience. She was a child at 10 when she was given out in marriage and had a child at about 13, only to be abandoned to fend for herself and the child. On her recovery from the abuse, she set up a body to liberate others found in such situation. She picks kids up on the highway, during school hours, and takes them to the police and sometimes to NAPTIP.

 

“There was a case where I picked up some children and took them home to the governor for rehabilitation. They promised to assist and I left the children with them; all they did was to send them back to their poverty-ridden parents. A few days later, I saw one of them in Lagos, in the traffic hawking. I was able to trace his abode to the slum at Ilaje. I discovered that the area is densely populated with people from the area.

 

“A man, who attended to me, told me that it was no news that Ebonyi people live here and have perfected making money for the adults. He said the people who bring them don’t have problem convincing their poor parents in the village to lease out their children. The boys would be sent to hawk, while the girls are given out to people as housemaid. I know that the government may not be aware of what is happening. The truth is that Ebonyi people are suffering in abject poverty.

 

Visit the Abalaliki rice mill and see underage children labouring to survive. They would pick the sawdust and sieve to get pieces of rice to survive. It is horrible, over there, hence the exodus to Lagos. I have done my best to assist and I must sincerely appreciate the Federal Government who gave me plots of land to build a foundation for these children. I am calling on well meaning Nigerians to assist develop this land, so that we could mop them up and better their lives. They do not have any means of education. The girls end up getting pregnant and the boys turn dreaded members of the society at the end of the day. “I want to call on the governor of the state to see it as a matter of urgency to rescue these people who make up majority of the underage hawkers in the streets of Lagos.”

 

By CHIOMA IGBOKWE (The SUN)
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12166301272?profile=originalIn a couple of days popular actress, Tayo Odueke ( widely known as Sikiratu Sindodo) should be up and about her everyday engagements.

And according to those who should know, if expectations work out according to plans, the

celebrated actress should be spotted at locations here and there as well- including that of a flick that is planned to ‘relive’ the horrific experience of the illness that resulted in the death scare that recently enveloped her.

Sources attribute this development to the current state of her health.

She is said to be well past all manner of health threats that recently ravaged her being.

According to a confidante ‘she is very much okay now, it is just for her to add a bit of weight and regain her strength. That is what she is working on now’

Investigations revealed that the much loved actress is striving to achieve this goal at her parent’s home in Surulere, Lagos.

She moved there after she was certified well enough to go home by Doctors at the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LUTH).

She was reportedly treated for a complicated case of Typhoid Fever and Ulcer that has left her greatly emaciated and financially drained.

Findings revealed that contrary to speculations in several quarters, colleagues and associates did not show any financial consideration to her in her hour of need. Neither did former Lagos First Lady Remi Tinubu made any official contact to help her out....

Even her estranged husband, deep pocket transport boss, Musiliu Akinsanmi was listed as nowhere to be found all through her period of travails.

Insiders insist the busty actress took care of her medical bills with help from family members.

At a point she was said to be forced to stay at LUTH extra days after she was discharged while very close family members sourced for funds to pay off extra fees.

According to a source ‘the best the ANTP did was to send a delegation led by movie director Abbey Lanre to come see her at the hospital once and others went about extending hands of help in a manner that would had been akin to her begging for money from them!’

Further investigations revealed that the actress might still have cause to smile from the harrowing experience that left her bedridden for weeks.

Talks are said to be on to make her ‘relive’ all she went through in a new movie.

Insiders maintained she appears receptive to the idea of the production that is expected to centre on all she went through on the sick bed and outside of it and the remote and immediate cause of her experience along with the inherent lessons.

If things work out, the yet to be titled movie will be one of the first few productions that will mark her return back to work.

Explaining why the popular actress has shy away from media interview of late, insiders credit the development to decree by her parents.

They are said to be angry at the manner the clarifications she attempted to make earlier in the illness saga were distorted in certain reports. The actress’s parents reportedly claimed most of the reports did more of harm than good- hence a decree that no media engagement will be honour in their home again on issues relating to their child’s health
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A lot of people remember Eric Obuh also known as Vocal Slender a native of Delta State. Vocal Slender was a scavenger turned aspiring artist that was featured on BBC documentary “Welcome to Lagos” last year April. It has been almost one year since the showed aired and his fan base and popularity has skyrocketed. I actually met him through a friend that was working with him in order to help him out of his current situation. When I spoke to Vocal slender I was in admiration of his good spirit, but was saddened to find out many of the future developments we all thought was going to take place actually never came into reality. To find out if his life changed for the better read this interview.

 

How were you picked to be on the BBC documentary?

 

I was in the dump entertaining my friends, a lot of the guys were dancing to my song, among the crowd were some white men, they walked up and told me that they will like to film me working and singing that is how they began filming me for the documentary.

 

Did you think the BBC documentary accurately showcase your life?

 

Yes, the documentary did. They were able to introduce me to the world.

 

What happened with CokoBar , are you guys still working together?

 

I no longer work with CokoBar because he is not truthful. He made a lot of promises but he didn't keep them. He promised that he will give me 400 pounds, he promised a remix of my song ( owo ti ya pa) with Wande Coal,and also promised a musical video. The music video wasn't of good quality so they couldn't air it. Even after my performance in Manchester he didn't pay me, and I know that they paid him.

 

Has your life improved since being on the BBC?

 

Life is so hard now, I don't have a house of my own to sleep, I stay with friend, and sometimes it gets so difficult I feel like I am killing myself to live.  I hope that sooner or later my life will change for the better. If I was able to travel to London with CokoBar and was signed on to a label, my life would have improved by now, when I was in the dump I never begged to eat, but now I beg to eat. All the information that CokoBar put out on the internet was to make people believe he has done so much for me, but he never lived up to the promises he made.

 

 

How has your music career grown since being on the documentary?

 

First, I thank GOD for all he has done for me, the documentary has helped my career. Some of my friends who saw what I was going through have decide to help me with my music. Now my music is being played on all radio stations. If not for the documentary I would have still been working on the dump site by now.

 

What are some future developments for your music?

 

I would like to release my album, and set up a studio so my brothers can work on there songs, and a record label.

 

How can the Nigerians support your efforts in the music industry?

 

They can help me by giving me advice, by encouraging me, by helping me get on different shows, and by telling the world my story. All I need now is there support, so that I will not go back to the dump, I feel I have let all my friends in the dump down, because they believe if I make it they too can make it, but I know my GOD will not let me down.

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About Me

My name is Abosede Omoakholo. Everyone calls me Bose. I’m a reluctant illegal immigrant. I never planned to leave Nigeria. Lagos was good to me. I had a good job as the deputy branch manager of one of the biggest banks in Nigeria. But, love brought me to America. My fiancé, Tunde, was in Baltimore. Now, love has shredded my heart to pieces. My only refuge is my diary. I started writing it on the plane three and half months ago. It’s taken me until now to have the courage to share it.

I will share a NEW ENTRY EVERY MONDAY.

Read my story 

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Coming to America
I woke up for the third time in five hours. I’m flying across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m going to America to meet the 
love of my life, the father of my unborn children.
I woke up because the flight attendant was offering me another meal. They feed you a lot on these international 
flights. Anytime I flew within Nigeria, all I got was a bun that could shatter the plane’s window if you fling it 
at it.
But on this flight, it was food every two hours. Good food too. I couldn’t even pronounce some of the meals on the 
menu.
Now I know why all those rich and powerful Nigerians travel abroad and return with puffy cheeks and potbellies. 
It’s the airline food.
I took the warm meal from the hostess and shoved it in my mouth. Unlike the other meals, this one was tough on the 
teeth.
“It’s a hot towel, ma’am,” the hostess said as she tried hard not to laugh.  “You use it for the face.”
I almost died out of shame.
Back home, I was what you’ll call a city girl. I grew up in Lagos, the city that is really a metropolis but we call 
a city because that was what the British colonialists called it and someone has not thought it was time to call it 
a metropolis. I went to the University of Lagos, one of the most urbane universities on the continent. And, I was 
an assistant branch manager in a bank on Broad Street, a place some call the financial capital of Africa.
In Lagos, I was an “it girl”. But, on this plane, I had just acted like the ultimate bush girl.
I smiled sheepishly at the hostess as she moved on to the next passenger. I looked around; saw everyone wiping 
their faces with their towels. I did the same.
“Don’t worry about it,” says the middle-aged white woman next to me, “I used to do that all the time too”.
I knew she was trying to make me feel better. No one chews a hot towel twice. But, it still felt nice to hear it. I 
nodded my thanks.
“Where are you flying from?” she asked.
Well, there goes my attempt to blend in. I was hoping people would think I was from England because I boarded the 
plane in London.
“Lagos,” I answered.
“Where is that?” she asked.
“Nigeria,” I replied.
“Oh, the place where they send those fraudulent e-mails and faxes,” she added.
“Pardon, me?” I shot back with a frown.
“I get the e-mails all the time,” she continued like a doctor passing the death sentence on a patient.
All of a sudden, I’m angry with his woman. I have watched a lot of MTV, BET and CNN to know enough of the American 
culture. I know a lot of Americans are good people. But, I also know some of them like to pass judgment on things 
they know little about as if they were Jesus Christ on the throne. I wasn’t going to let this woman off the hook.
“So, where are you from?” I asked.
“Roanoke, Virginia” she answered proudly.
“Ah, the American South!”
“Yeah”
“Your great-grandfathers came to my country with the Bible and stole millions of my people. Turned them into 
slaves.”
I had never seen a white woman turn morbid pale that fast.
“That is not a nice thing to say,” she fumed.
“You think what you said was a nice thing?” I asked..
“You think everybody from the South was a slave trader?” she shot back.
“You think every Nigerian is a criminal?”  I asked. This was funny; we were answering questions with question. 
Maybe she’s a Nigerian in disguise because that is what we do in Nigeria, we answer questions with questions.
“It’s not the same thing,” she said.
“Oh yes, it is,” I responded.
She pouted, turned away and looked out the window at the bluish skies. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift back 
to how I came to be in a plane headed for Baltimore Washington International Airport.
I had dreamt of this trip for four years. But, it was coming two years sooner than I had planned. Or, we had 
planned.

 

The Day Before America
I have come to America for my Tunde. He is the love of my life, the ordained father of my children, the man I would 
spend the rest of my life with.
I met Tunde Oluyomi six years ago. I was 21 and he was 27. I was an advertising executive. He was a journalist. I 
was from the Ishan tribe. He was from the Yoruba tribe. I lived in Oshodi on the Lagos mainland. He lived in Sango 
Ota, on the outskirts of Lagos.
We had very little in common.
“Why you dey always show me your break light?” he asked me one day in Pidgin English after I’d dropped off an 
advert copy for his newspaper.
“What do you mean,” I replied in my polished English. I’d just graduated from the University of Lagos with a Second 
class upper degree in Economics and I wasn’t going to waste my tongue speaking Pidgin English. That language was 
for illiterates.
“Every time I say hello, you just whisper hello back and scram,” he complained.
“Okay, hello, “ I answered and proceeded to theatrically count from one to three.
“See, I’m not running away. I just have to go,” I told him after I counted to three.
He laughed, showing a perfect set of white teeth that contrasted beautifully with his chocolate skin.
“Can I take you to lunch some time? I really want to know you,” he asked boldly, as if he was rolling the dice.
“I’m a busy girl. I don’t do lunch,” I answered.
We both knew it was a lie. But, we both knew he wouldn’t call me out on it. That would be the ultimate romance deal 
breaker.
“Breakfast, lunch, dinner, weekday, weekend – name it. I’m there,” Tunde offered.
“I’ll see you around, Bros,” I replied as I walked away.
“Bros” was a romantic death sentence. It means “big brother”. It’s worse than the friend zone. It’s the “never 
ever” zone. Tunde knew it as soon as I said it. But, he never relented.
He sent me a romantic e-card every day. He sent me bouquet after bouquet of flowers. He bought me chocolates and 
sweets. And, he never showed his face to pressurize it. He always sent a driver from his office.
Most boys in Lagos don’t pamper girls. The older men do. But, that’s why they’re called sugar daddies. The girls 
are toys – mistresses who balance the drudgery of married life. The sugar daddies buy their mistresses cars, rent 
them posh flats and fatten their bank accounts. But, it’s never a permanent thing. One day, a younger girl always 
takes the place of the mistress.
Lagos boys are not romantic. They are bottom line guys. Dinner, movie, club then your back on the mattress. Tunde 
was different. He romanced me as if he was consulting a romance magazine. I am a good Catholic girl who had 
promised God and my mother that I would keep my legs closed until my wedding night.
But, Tunde grew on me. Two days before Valentine’s Day, I called him.
“Will you be my Valentine?” I asked boldly.
I was breaking another little dating rule for girls in Lagos. Never ask a guy out. It diminishes you. But, I felt 
really good about Tunde. I didn’t think about it. I just dialed the phone and said the first thing that came to my 
mind.
I will always remember Tunde’s joyous laughter on the phone. It was a delight. I wish I had saved it on my 
voicemail. It would have been the perfect ring tone.
My parents didn’t approve of him. He was a “Yanmiri”, a Yoruba boy that should not be trusted. I don’t even know 
what the word means. But, I know it’s a bad word.
His parents didn’t approve of me for the same reason. I was an “ajeokuta ma mumi” which meant “he who eats stone 
without drinking water”. It was originally meant to describe people of the Ibo tribe. I wasn’t Ibo. But, to a 
Yoruba in the Nigerian tribal politics, if you’re neither Hausa or Yoruba, you were Ibo. It came from suspicion 
built during the civil war.
The funny thing is, although I am Ishan, I was born in Lagos and I have lived there all my life. I have only made 
two trips to the village. The first time was for an ill-fated Christmas vacation that was cut short because my 
grandmother claimed one of my grandfather’s other wives was a witch and had promised my head at a big witches’ 
meeting. The other trip was for my grandmother’s funeral. But, in Nigeria, you’re from where your forefathers were 
from.
Tunde’s mother told him I am an “Ogbanje” because I was fair-skinned. An “Ogbanje” is a child that made a pact with 
the spirit world to die young. They come to this world to torture their parents. They always die at very important 
periods in their life cycle. Since I already had a university degree, Tunde’s mother was convinced that I had made 
a pact with the spirit world to die on my wedding day.
“You’re just postponing sadness, Tunde. You will remember what I’m telling you on your wedding night when she drops 
dead,” she counseled Tunde.
But, nothing could come between Tunde and I. We had two great years together in Lagos. We were inseparable. He was 
one of the rising stars in political correspondence in Nigeria. Politicians called him every hour of the day.
With Tunde’s encouragement and active support, I went back to school part-time, got a masters degree in Banking and 
Finance and got a job in one of the new banks in Nigeria.
Tunde was very ambitious. He set goals he had to meet at certain ages. He wanted to be an editor by 30. He wanted 
us to be married when he was 31. We would have our first child when he was 32. All I had to do was say Amen. I 
loved my man and I thanked God everyday for him.
Then, Tunde decided to write a weekly column about the plight of the people in the oil-rich but devastated Niger 
Delta. In Nigeria at that time, it was the easiest way to die. During the brutal Abacha regime, journalists were 
jailed. In the new political dispensation, journalists simply disappeared.
Tunde was offered bribes and political appointments if he’d simply report the speeches and press releases of the 
politicians and let the Niger Deltans continue their decades of suffering. But, my man had a conscience as big as 
the ocean. He stayed on the side of the people.
After a couple of attempts on his life, Tunde and I decided it was time he fled the country. He would go abroad, 
study for a master’s degree and return when the situation was better. We even had dreams of owning our own 
newspaper. He would run the publishing side and I would run the business side.
While he was gone, I also embraced my new life as an emergency nun. Men offered me the world if I would go out with 
them. I always said no. I was going to wait for my Tunde.
“The way you’re going, this useless boy you’re waiting for will need a drill to get inside that vagina when he gets 
back,” one exasperated colleague told me after six months of trying to get me to go out on a date with him.
My father also had plans of his own. He wanted a man that would take care of me, not a boy who ran away from his 
country. He promised me to a politician from my state who was a few years older than my father, had three wives and 
had a breath that stank like rotten cheese.
“If it’s abroad you want to go to, I can re-locate you to New York after we marry. I have a house there. You’ll be 
my American wife,” the politician told me the first time I met him at my father’s house.
It all came to a head one, weird day two months ago. My father had called me that morning and said I should make 
sure I come over to his house after work. I was worried all day. I thought something was wrong. I thought for the 
briefest of moments that someone in our family had died or had a terminal illness.
When I got to my father’s house, the politician was waiting. There was a used car outside the house too. It was a 
gift for my father. My father was over the moon. He had worked for the government for thirty years and he couldn’t 
afford a bicycle. Now the politician had given him a car. My fate was sealed. I would marry the old man. I had no 
say in this matter. My father’s word was law.
“He can’t do that. My family brought him wine before I left. We are traditionally married,“ Tunde cried on the 
phone when I told him later that night.
“I think the politician’s money has made him crazy. He now has selective amnesia. You have to save me, Tunde,” I 
cried back.
“What are we going to do?” he wailed on the phone.
“I don’t know! I don’t know! If I can get a visa, I would come over there,” I replied between sobs.
“Don’t even try those embassy people. It’s just another heartache,” he advised.
“You have to come up with a plan, Tunde. My father man is planning to marry me off before Christmas,” I pleaded.
“I’ll work something out. I promise. No one can take you away from me,” Tunde professed.
But, Tunde could not come up with a good plan. For our sake and our future, I had to take matters into my own 
hands.
One morning in September, I rounded up my brother and two sisters. We went to the American embassy and applied for 
a visa.
We had to go to the embassy before September runs out because the politician decided he wanted to do the 
traditional wedding during Independence Day in October. He was running for office and he wanted to use the wedding 
as a rally for his supporters.
The embassy rejected my application. But, they gave my youngest sister a visa. There was no logical reason why she, 
a jobless graduate, got a visa while I, a gainfully employed banker, did not.
But, it all worked according to my grand plan. The reason we all applied for a visa was a shot in the dark that one 
of us would be lucky to get a visa. My siblings and I look alike. If my brother had gotten the visa, all I had to 
do was cut my hair.
Three days before my traditional wedding to the chief, I jumped on a British Airways flight bound for America.
During the stopover in London, I made two calls.
The first was to my father. I thought he would blow a lung or rupture his kidney in anger. But, all he did was 
curse me. I didn’t mind the curse. In Nigeria, we all know curses are local – they don’t travel across the ocean.
Then, I called Tunde. He was so stunned I was on my way to him that he couldn’t quite express his happiness.
I was happy. I was free. I was going to meet my man. In America.In America
“The World Bank, huh? Is that like Bank of America or Citibank?” asked the Immigrations Officer as she looked at my 
passport.
She looked black. But, she could also have been Latina. Or, bi-racial. You can never tell with these Americans.
But, my bigger problem was that I couldn’t really make out what the woman was saying. No matter how much CNN, BET 
and MTV you watch, nothing prepares you for an American accent when you hear it face to face.
“Pardon me,” I said.
“You’ve not done anything wrong, no need to ask for a pardon,” she replied.
“I meant can you repeat the question,” I said.
“Is the World Bank like Bank of America or Citibank?” she asked.
“It’s like the Bank of America, only this time for the whole world,” I said because I had no clue how to answer the 
question. There are no two World Banks.
But, this woman was no ordinary cookie. She takes her job seriously. She cannot be fooled easily.
“You traveled all the way from Africa for a two day meeting?” she queried.
“They won’t let me stay away longer in my office,” I lied.
Her smile faded by a slight shade. Trouble. I dug in.
“Plus, my sister is due any day now. She’s married to a no-good guy who is in prison. I’m on standby on three 
flights every day. If she goes into labor right now, I’m turning back,” I lied.
It’s crazy the things you do for love. I am a church going girl who gives ten percent of her salary as tithe to the 
church. And, I’m Catholic – they don’t enforce those Old Testament rules in the 21st century. I always frown at 
lying and deception. Now, I was Ms. Deception. All because of my Tunde. All because of love.
The immigrations lady shot me an affectionate look. I could swear I saw tears floating in her eyes.
“I so know what you’re saying. My sister is pregnant too and her man is in jail. I don’t know what she’s going to 
do,” she blurted out.
She stamped my passport and passed it to me without another question.
My heart raced with delight. My palms were sweating. Even though the hall was fully air conditioned, I could feel a 
line of sweat dribbling down the back of my neck.
I am officially in America!
“Thank you,” I said.
“I love your accent by the way,” the immigrations lady said.
“Thank you,” I replied and hurried away before she realized I was an impostor.
I wanted to jump up in joy. But, I had to be composed for a few more minutes.
Just to show me how lucky I would be in this America, God arranged it that as I got to the baggage carousel, my bag 
was rolling down the chute. America is going to be good to me.
I got my luggage and strolled towards the arrival hall. I could see people in the arrival lounge waiting to receive 
their guests.
Then I saw him. My Tunde. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and several balloons. He had the biggest smile on his 
face. I was so happy I wanted to cry. I would have run to him if my luggage wasn’t slowing me down.
I was a few steps away from the arrival lounge when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the 
glowering face of a customs officer looking at me. His dog bared his fangs at me.
“Please come with me,” the custom officer said.
It was an order. Not a request. He turned sharply, took his place beside me and marched me to a room at the far 
corner of the hall. As I walked beside him, I could feel my heart slipping into my stomach.
The door opened and I stepped into a room with poor, shadowy lights. Two large, intimidating men stood at either 
end of a table. They stretched their rubber gloves for effect, as if choreographed. I saw a sinister smile curl up 
on the face of one of the men.
I swallowed hard. I’ve seen this before. In the movies. Anal probe. It all adds up. I’m from big, bad Nigeria. I 
must surely be here with some drugs hidden in my bowels.
I set down my luggage, took off my jacket and started undoing the zipper of my trouser.
“What are you doing?” the man who had not been smiling barked at me.
“Getting ready,” I answered tamely.
“Getting ready for what?” the smiling agent who was no longer smiling shouted.
“You want to do a search, right?”
“You hiding something?”
“No”.
I zipped my zipper back up. Perhaps the Americans have a new, more sophisticated way of searching for drugs that 
didn’t include anal probe.
The officer who had led me in took my luggage and dumped them on the table. For the first time, I noticed the 
yellow tag on my bags. It wasn’t there when I left Lagos. My mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. What did I do 
wrong? After all I’d gone through to run away from Lagos, I couldn’t go back. Besides, my father’s curse was 
waiting for me too.
“Do you have any banned food, agricultural produce or dairy in your bag”, one of the officers asked.
“No,” I replied.
One of the officers unzipped one of my bags. He flipped through the neat rows of clothes, magazines and books until 
he discovered the five bounded herbal roots in a plastic bag at the bottom of the bag. The second agent grabbed 
what looked like an x-ray of my bag from the top of a file cabinet. They compared the plastic bag and the x-ray 
image and nodded in agreement. Then, they turned to me with that snarling smile of a boxer who has just shoved his 
helpless, hapless challenger into a corner and is winding up for the kill.
“What is this?” the agent with the sinister smile asked.
“Herb,” I replied.
“Like weed?”
“No, it’s a drug”.
“A drug!” they chorused.
“Yes. A traditional drug,” I replied.
“You know penalty for trafficking drugs in the United States?”
“I am not trafficking. It’s for my private use”.
“Finally, a honest criminal!” the agent with the sinister smile declared.
I didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that my medicinal drug, albeit of the traditional variety, was being 
confused for a hard drug. At that moment I didn’t know that in America, a herb can be a weed and a weed can be a 
herb. I also didn’t know that in America, a drug was called a medication.
Panicked, I told my first truth in America.
“I brought it as a precaution, in case I have malaria,” I said.
“You take drugs for malaria?” the non-smiling agent asked.
“Yes. It’s an African treatment. It’s faster than normal drugs,” I replied.
“You’re calling a medication a drug?” the agent who brought me in asked.
“Yes. We call a drug a drug or a medicine. But, medicine is too long,” I told him.
The agents shared a curious look. I could tell they were confused. Working at an airport like this, I’m sure they’
ve heard a lot of things. But, I guess they’ve never heard this.
“I tell you what, you prove that thing is what you say it is and we’ll let you go. If not, your ass is off to 
jail,” the agent with a sinister smile declared.
“Can I have two bottles of sprite or 7Up please?” I pleaded as two lines of sweat dribbled from my scalp and down 
my neck.
“What for?,” the smiling agent asked.
“To prove myself,” I replied.
“You sure you don’t want a coca-cola? You know, ‘coke is it,” the agent with the sinister smile said with a sneer.
“I’m sure, sir,” I muttered.
“How long is it gonna take?” he asked
“At least four hours,” I responded.
My mind was in a riot. I was not going to bring the herb. But, my mother had insisted. She said she read once that 
when people had malaria overseas, they sent them to Liverpool. Thanks to the game Americans call soccer, my mother 
knew Liverpool was not in America because the city had a big football club in England.
She said the Americans would put me in a cage with dogs and send me to Liverpool where I would arrive with rabies 
and other diseases the English can’t treat. In the end, a very short end, she emphasized, they would dig me a hole 
and wait for me to die.
But, with these five bounded herbs, I can be my own doctor. Once I felt the chills of malaria, I can soak them up 
in a bottle of gin or sprite and wait a few hours until the medicine seep into the sprite. Then, I can let the 
herb-juiced sprite or gin loose on the malaria. It was better with gin but I know these agents will laugh me to 
prison if I asked for a bottle of gin.
The officer who had marched me in returned with two bottles of Sprite.
“You want anything else?” he asked
“Yes, can I have my Bible? It’s in my briefcase,” I replied tamely.
“Sure”.
He opened my briefcase, removed my Bible and handed it over to me.
I soaked two sticks of herb in a bottle of Sprite, closed the lid and opened my Bible to the book of psalms. I may 
be in the land of Christopher Columbus. But, even Columbus bowed to one God. I was going to pray to that God. I 
opened my Bible to the book of Psalms.
“Psalm 23 ain’t gonna help you,” the officer chuckled as he and his colleagues left the room and shut the steel 
door.
I was on Psalm 122 when the door opened again. The agent with a sinister smile and the unsmiling agent entered.
“What you got?” asked the agent with a sinister smile.
I opened the bottle of sprite with the herbs. The color had changed. I grinned. I can now prove my case to them. 
Then, I tasted it and cringed. There was still too much sprite and too little herb.
“It’s not fully ready but a pharmacist can confirm the medicinal content,” I told them, spewing what I later learn 
was called bull shitting in America.
“In this place, we’re the doctors, lawyers, nurses and pharmacists. As a matter of fact, we’re the judge and jury 
too,” the unsmiling agent said.
The unsmiling agent grabbed the bottle, smelt it and frowned.
“It don’t smell like sprite no more,” he declared.
“Well, if you put shit in water, it’s gonna smell different,” the agent with a sinister smile answered as he fished 
a handcuff out of his pocket.
The unsmiling agent tasted the herb-juiced sprite and flexed his jaw.
“It kindda have a kick,” he declared.
Curious, the agent with a sinister smile took the bottle and examined it for several seconds.
“Fuck it, I have insurance. Might as well use it if I have to,” he declared.
He takes a sip. Then a little more. He sets the bottle down, shoots me a confused look for a few moments then turns 
to his colleague.
“It sure tastes like a goddamn syrup,” he said.
The agents looked at themselves for a few seconds. It felt like a lifetime. Finally, the unsmiling agent shut my 
bag, put the handcuffs back in his pocket and smiled.
“Welcome to America”.America at Last
Five hours and forty-three minutes after the plane landed, I was finally free. I was in America. Tunde was waiting 
and worried.
“What happened?” he asked as soon as I walked out of Customs.
When I told him, he laughed so hard tears were streaming down his eyes. Then, he grabbed me in those firm, muscular 
arms of his and lifted me up right outside the arrival hall.
“Welcome to America, my darling,” he said in a soft, happy voice.
I looked at America in the fading light and shrugged in surprise. I had imagined a sunny city with people so happy 
it’s infectious. I had even glimpsed the sun and seen the people from the customs area.
Now, it was dark and gloomy and a little bit chilly. It was late September. I’m told this is the fall season – the 
prelude to winter. People were wearing knickers and shorts. But, I was freezing.
If it ever gets this cold at any time of the year in my country, they may well declare a national emergency. Not 
that it would help much though because the last time a president declared a national emergency, it was about the 
infrequent power supply. At that time, we had power six hours every day. After he declared it a national emergency, 
we were lucky to have power six hours every week.
But, why worry about the cold, I told myself. I was with the love of my life.
“I told you, didn’t I? Our children will be Americans,” Tunde said, reminding me of a promise he made to me on the 
phone during one of his thousands of calls.
“And I told you, there is no place like home. We will stay here for a few years and go back home,” I responded.
“You call that place a country! With all those illiterates in power,” he hissed.
At that moment, Nigeria was the farthest thing from my mind. I was in God’s own country. Why worry about the 
devil’s backyard? I pulled Tunde closer and kissed him. His lips were cold and chapped. But, it was the best kiss 
I’ve had in four years. Heck, it was my first kiss in four years.
“I’ve made the best plan for your start in America,” Tunde announced. “Tonight, we sleep at the Hilton. Tomorrow, 
we’re going to Atlantic City for the weekend. It’s going to be a blast”.
I wanted him to keep talking. I loved that he was still a romantic. I loved the sound of his voice. I even loved 
the faint lisp that creeps into his speech sometimes. He was cute. He could be sitting on a toilet right now and 
I’ll think he’s the cutest thing on God’s earth.
I didn’t want to go to a hotel or to Atlantic City. I wanted to go home and cook him a true Nigerian dinner. I 
wanted to get in bed with him. I wanted to start working on a baby as soon as possible. I wasn’t getting any 
younger. I was 27. And, I know a grandchild would heal the rift between my father and I.
“Just have a child as soon as you can, your father will forgive you. A new child solves every problem,” my mother 
advised me on my last night in Lagos.
But, Tunde has a plan and we have to stick to it. That’s what a good wife does.
Just so we’re clear, dear diary – Tunde and I are legally and traditionally married. He paid my dowry before he 
left Lagos. His family brought yams, wine and bags of rice to my family. Unknown to everyone but my two sisters, 
brother and Tunde’s best friend, we were also legally married.
On the morning before he left for America, we drove to the registry in Lagos Island and took out a marriage 
license. The reason we kept it a secret was because we are Nigerians and we like big wedding parties.
We had to get married before a priest then throw the mother of all parties – a party that was sure to disrupt 
vehicular traffic in our neighborhood. It’s the only way we know how to do weddings in Nigeria. It doesn’t matter 
if the next day, we’re as poor as church rats again. All that matters is that for one day, we were the talk of the 
neighborhood.
As soon as we got into the hotel room, I pounced on Tunde and drained every fluid in his groin. I woke up three 
times during the night just to catch up with my sex quota. Four years is a long time for a girl to go without. 
Tunde was so sore he screamed when water poured on his penis in the shower in the morning.
The next morning, we got in his car and headed for Atlantic City. My America journey was about to begin.

Heartbreak
Something is bothering Tunde. He’s not saying what it is. But, a girl can tell.  It’s the way his gaze drifts into 
the distance when he should be ecstatic. It’s the slow, deliberate way he chews his food. It’s in the way he looks 
at me when he thinks I’m not looking.
“Is everything okay?” I asked on our second night in Atlantic City.
“Yes, why?” he replied.
“I don’t know. I just feel something is on your mind,” I said.
“You worry too much, my darling,” he re-assured me. “Come on, get dressed, there’s a nice club I want to take you 
to.
“We can sleep in tonight. I have jetlag, “I protested.
“If we stay in, you know we won’t sleep,” he replied with a knowing wink.
“Well, I’m not getting any younger. My goal is to have our first child within a year,” I confessed.
“You’re not God. You can’t force these things,” he said.
“Heaven helps those who help themselves. It’s in the Bible,” I responded.
“We have plenty of time. I want to show you some of my latest moves,” he pleaded.
I gave in reluctantly. I don’t want this man wasting his energy on the dance floor when we can be using that energy 
to make babies. But, a girl needs to keep her man happy.
Tunde has indeed learnt a lot of dance moves. Back in Lagos, he was like a programmed robot on the dance floor. 
But, now on the dance floor, he’s moving like a leaf in the wind. He could move in so many ways you’ll think he was 
a ballerina in a previous life. We were a hit on the dance floor, well, Tunde was. Half the night, I was stealing 
glances at the many girls who wished he was dancing with them.
I woke up very early this morning. It was time to return to Baltimore, Tunde’s base.
I had dreamt of Baltimore for four years. Tunde has told me a lot about it. I could picture people eating seafood 
at restaurants. I could picture Tunde at work in his small newspaper office. I could picture the town home he 
bought a little over a year ago in anticipation of my coming over.
I was eager to start my new life.
Tunde slept longer than usual. Sometimes, I felt he was looking at me but when I turned around, his eyes were 
firmly closed. Maybe I was too eager to leave this crazy city with the gamblers, drunks and casinos, and go home 
with my husband.
Finally, he woke up and looked at me with such sad eyes I thought someone had died.
“What’s wrong, darling?” I asked.
“There is something I have to tell you,” he started mournfully.
Whatever it was, I knew it was bad. But, this is why we’re partners, I told myself. We can face anything together.
“What is it?” I asked.
“When I told you I had my papers, I wasn’t telling the truth,” he continued.
“You’re still illegal?” I asked.
“No, I’m legal now,” he replied.
“Well, it’s all a matter of details. You don’t have to tell me anything if it makes you feel bad,” I assured him.
“It’s the way I got it,” he said.
“Tunde, don’t worry. You got it. I’m here. We have each other. That’s what matters to me,” I told him.
“I had to marry a girl to get my papers,” he muttered sadly.
I burst into laughter. I have heard about this and know people pay women to pretend they are their wives so they 
can get a green card. I was laughing out of relief. I was relieved that my Tunde was still the same. He never lies 
to me.
“It’s okay, darling – I hear everyone does it,” I reassured him.
“You’re sure?” he answered with a frown.
“Oh, yeah – you did what you had to do,” I told him.
“Oh, thank God. I was worried,” he exhaled.
I pushed him on the bed and started kissing him.
“You are all that I care about,” I told him.
“You don’t know how relieved I am. We’re gonna have to make some adjustment for the next year or so?” he said.
“You’re still paying her?” I asked.
“Technically,” he replied.
That was a red flag. When Tunde dribbles himself into a tight corner, he always throws out the word, “technically”.
“How technical?” I asked.
“Well, um, we kind of live together,” he muttered.
“What?” I screamed.
“I had to do it for real or she won’t buy it. But, don’t worry, I have about ten months left before my permanent 
green card comes,” he said, rushing the words, maybe in the hope that I wouldn’t hear every thing. But, my ears 
have never been more alert.
“You are married!” I yelled.
He had no answer. He couldn’t say a word.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I screamed.
“I tried,” he replied.
“Holy Mary mother of God!” I exclaimed.
“Listen, honey – just bear with me. You’re the most important person to me,” he pleaded.
He kept going on and on. He pleaded, cried and pleaded some more. I think this is what they call a shock because my 
mind went blank. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t cry.
In my haze, I heard him say he already told “Sandra”, that was the name of his wife, that his younger sister was 
coming from Nigeria and was going to stay with them until she sorts herself out.
I left Nigeria to be with the man of my dreams. In America, I was his sister.

My Husband’s Wife
Sandra is a plump, colorless, pasty white woman with a voice that sounds like metal grinding on metal. She is 
twenty years older than Tunde. She is the kind of woman I knew Tunde would not give a second look. Tunde is her 
third husband and she looks at him like you would look at a favorite puppy.
I guess the green card makes a man do strange things.
What Sandra lacked in looks and figure, she more than made up for with personality. She was kind, caring and had 
everything you look for in a big aunty. But, she was my husband’s wife. That made her the devil.
“Hey, Ralph, you brought my new sister home!” she screeched as she ran over to the car to welcome us.
It took me a few moments to realize he was talking about Tunde. I didn’t know he had become Ralph. His parents 
didn’t name him Ralph. He’s a Moslem. His first name is Ramoni.
I nodded subconsciously at Sandra. I couldn’t look at her. I feared I would jump at her and tear her into pieces. 
So, I looked at the floor. She thought it was the way Nigerians showed respect.
“You see the resemblance, sweetheart?” Tunde asked as he kissed Sandra.
“Oh, yes – honey. Almost spitting image,” Sandra declared.
I felt like throwing up. I felt like running away. I felt like screaming. But, all I did was shake my head and 
force a grin.
“I’m just trying to make my baby happy, sweetheart. You don’t look like him. You’re a very beautiful woman,” she 
whispered as she hugged me.
I was limp in her arms. I guess my body was cold too because she pulled away and gave me a really strange look.
“Are you okay, darling?” she asked.
“She has a cold. It’s never this cold in my country,” Tunde offered before I could say anything.
“Oh, poor baby. We need to wrap you up and get you some tea and soup,” Sandra said as she hustled me into the 
house.
A chill ran up my spine as I sat in the cramped living room. I couldn’t look up because the sight of their wedding 
picture was giving me a massive headache. Her hand touching me made me squirm. Sandra thought I was shivering with 
cold.
“Poor you. We’re having an unusually early cold draft this year,” she said as she handed me a cup of tea.
“Thank you,” I muttered as I sipped the tea. It tasted like poison. I loved it. I wanted to die.
Tunde pranced around like a kid in a toy store. He was making an African soup in the kitchen and acting like all 
was well.
Half an hour after we got into the house, Tunde brought me a tray with a bowl of egusi and pounded yam on it.
“Your favorite food, huh?” he beamed.
I wish I’d taken an acting lesson in Lagos. A lot of people were. Everyone wanted to be part of Nollywood. Except 
poor, stupid me. Now, I regretted it. If I had been part of a movie in Lagos, this would be a piece of cake.
Sandra was watching me keenly. I felt like I was in front of a shrink. I hate shrinks. I hate to be analyzed. In my 
country, if your health required the attention of a shrink, you were unofficially categorized as “crazy” and cast 
off. I was determined not to allow Sandra analyze me.
I swiped a mound of pounded yam, swished it around the bowl of egusi and slotted it in my mouth. It felt like a 
thorn as it slipped into my stomach. I was beyond caring. I stuffed myself. Tunde was happy. Sandra was amazed a 
smallish woman like me could eat that much. She didn’t know I was trying to gorge myself to death.
Then, I gagged and threw up. All over the white rug.
I expected Sandra to blow a lung. But, all she said was, “poor baby, we have to get you to bed”.
The best lie Tunde told on my behalf was my cold. Sandra took me into the guest bedroom and tucked me under layers 
of blanket.
“Get some rest. When you wake up, you can have some soup. I never liked any of that white flour thing Ralph eats 
anyway,” Sandra said as she left the room.
Later I found out that Tunde had told Sandra that he was working back-to-back double shifts at his nursing job then 
driving to New York to pick me up. Then, he called from New York that I missed my flight so he was staying an extra 
day in New York. That was how he finagled the Atlantic City trip.
I didn’t even know Tunde was a nurse now. When he called me in Lagos, he told me he worked in a local newspaper. He 
told me he has a Masters degree in journalism from Columbia. He told me he missed me and was scared he won’t know 
what to do with me when we meet again because he hasn’t been with a woman in four years.
He fed me lies. And, I ate it all up. I hate the word love right now. Love sucks.
I couldn’t sleep that night. How could I? My husband was making love to his wife in the next room. Americans don’t 
build walls with bricks. They use wood. Sandra wasn’t a quiet woman in the sack. She ran a play-by-play account of 
their lovemaking.
I also couldn’t help but realize that today was the first day of October, the day the old politician was going to 
marry me. I could be laying beside him right now and planning a move to New York as his American-based wife. I 
could have moved to New York, got myself a lover or two on the side and when he comes to town every other month, 
I’d pretend he was the center of my universe.
I had little to lose. Life expectancy in Nigeria was below fifty. The man was in his sixties. He was already on 
overtime. With a little luck, he’ll be dead in a couple of years.
But, I ran away from it. I ran to doom instead.
I drifted to sleep hoping I would die before dawn.My Life Sucks!
I did not die.
I woke up to an empty house. I think I half-expected Tunde to take the day off on my first day in his house. In 
Nigeria, you can call off from work at the last minute and everything would be fine. But, as I would find out 
later, in America, you don’t do that. Every hour counts. You have to pay the bills.
I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone anyway. When I woke up, I listened hard to make sure there was no one in the 
house. Then, I got up and found the note under the door.
“Aya mi, hope you had a good night. I’m off to work. There is food in the fridge. I’ll see you later, oko re to to, 
Tunde” the note read.
For the first time in my life, I felt like killing someone. If Tunde was in the house at that moment, I would have 
taken a kitchen knife, carved out his heart and hung it on the front door as an example for every dishonest men.
His note basically said, “My wife – hope you had a good night. I’m off to work. There is food in the refrigerator, 
I’ll see you soon, Tunde, your true husband”.
This man is not only a lying, cheating scumbag. He’s also heartless.
I walked around the house in a daze. I didn’t eat the food in the refrigerator. I wasn’t hungry. My stomach was 
filled with grief. My heart was aching. I hated myself.
How did my life get to be like this? Why didn’t I take the hint in Tunde’s voice when we talked on the phone before 
I left Lagos? Now, I can see why he didn’t suggest I run to America when I told him my father was trying to marry 
me off.
I didn’t feel bad for myself. I despised myself.
I was due for a promotion to branch manager in two years in my bank in Lagos. It was a position that came with a 
car, a house, a cook, a steward and a big expense account. Before I left Lagos, I had a flat, a used car and a 
maid.
I left all that for love. I bought a ticket to hell.
Tunde came home first. He had that stupid grin he always wore on his face when he was excited. Stupid me, I used to 
think that grin was cute. Now, I can see it for what it really is – a silly look on a grown man’s face.
“I left work early. I did some shopping for you,” Tunde enthused as he handed me a bag of clothes and shoes.
The bag slipped off my hands and fell to the floor. Tunde grabbed it and shot me a confused look.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Somehow, that question snapped something in me. I grabbed the bag from him and flung it at the television. Tunde 
ran to the 42-inch television, catching it before it crashed to the floor. He steadied it back on the wall and 
turned to me.
“You think this is easy for me?” he asked.
“Stop patronizing me. I am not a fool. I’m not going to play your silly games!” I screamed at him.
“What games? This is for us, our future. I need the papers for us,” he pleaded.
“There is no us. There is you and there is me,” I yelled.
“I know you’re angry. But, just reason with me right now,” he said, holding my hand.
“Don’t you ever touch me,” I said as I yanked my hand away.
“You can’t do this. If Sandra knows what’s up, we’re both fucked. We’ll both be in Lagos before the weekend,” he 
pleaded.
“That’s your bag of wahala”, I replied as I stomped up the stairs to the guest bedroom and slammed the door shut.
I didn’t open the door for the rest of the day. I don’t know what lie Tunde told Sandra. But, she didn’t bother me 
that night.

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12166300684?profile=originalThe glamorous lovers’ day celebration on Monday turned bloody at the University of Lagos (UNILAG) when gunmen killed two students. Daily Sun gathered that the clash was between two rival cult groups, namely, Black Axe and the Buccaneers,’ over a female student allegedly snatched by the Capone of the Black Axe for Valentine celebration.

 

The action of the Capone , the source said did not go down well with the other group leading to the clash.
A student who witnessed the shooting said besides the two cult members who were shot dead, about four others sustained injuries and were ferried out of the campus by their leaders to shield their identity.

The sources said the cult members who carried out the attack were not UNILAG students but members from another campus, adding that the attack was carried out in a commando style with sporadic shooting.
An undergraduate student of English Department told Daily Sun that the Buccaneers’ group attacked the Black Axe members while another student returning from the Mosque said those who carried out the killing were not from UNILAG because they did not cover their faces.

It was learnt that as soon the shooting started, students scampered for safety while others took cover behind the wall and under cars packed around, while others ran into the halls to avoid being hit by stray bullets. 
A senior lecturer who confirmed the killings said the university management had met to curtail any reprisal attack while security personnel had taken over the investigation of the deadly cult clash.
When Daily Sun visited the troubled institution yesterday, there was uneasy calm, as most staff and students rebuffed efforts made by the reporters to get their comments.

However, one of the students who resides at Sodeinde Hall, said there was sporadic gunshots outside the premises which caused panic everywhere. 
It was gathered that the crisis, which erupted when the students were at the peak of lovers’ day celebration, created stampede on the campus as people ran for safety.

One of the victims of the attack reportedly ran into Sodeinde Hall for help, from where he was taken to the hospital.
Although the Hall Master of Sodeinde Hall declined comments on the issue, one of the officials, who wouldn’t want his name published, said the attack could not be linked to any cult group. He said there was increasing speculation that the perpetrators of the attack could be fighting for love. Efforts made by Daily Sun our reporter to ascertain the identities of the victims were unsuccessful.
The news bulletin of the university, Information Flash (ISSN 08195540) also captured the incident, while assuring the staff and students of the university of adequate security.

“The attention of the universities authorities has been drawn to the incident which occurred in one of the Halls of Residence in the late hours of Monday, February 14, 2011 where two persons were reportedly injured in fracas. The university management has commenced investigation into the unusual incident, in particular at a time when preparation for the first semester examinations due to commence on February 21, 2011 are in top gear. Security has been intensified to ensure safety of life and property on campus. Law enforcement agents have been involved to assist the university in this respect,” it said. 
Daily Sun learnt that students are leaving the campus because of the fear of reprisal attack while some parents called their wards on phone to return home until the situation is brought under control. 

The Deputy Registrar Information of UNILAG, Mr. Dare Adebisi refused to pick his calls or replied to text message sent to his phone.
When the Lagos Police Public Relations Officer (PPRO), Mr. Samuel Jinadu (DSP) was called thrice, he promised to contact the Divisional Police Officer (DPO) in the area and did not call back as at the press time....

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jpeg&STREAMOID=3KNDIwJ7qMKwgqd8difoxS6SYeqqxXXqBcOgKOfTXxTQs48J1m4ZP3bTGfvm7_NhnW_PgxgftuECOcfJwS6Jtlp$r8Fy$6AAZ9zyPuHJ25T7a9GKDSxsGxtpmxP0VAUyHL6IDcZHtmM2t7xO$FHdJG95dFi6y2Uma3vSsvPpVyo-&width=400Demola Adegbile met Olufunmi between 1980 and 1981, when she accompanied her friend to visit his flatmate. "I remember telling her that she looked like someone I want to spend the rest of my life with," he says. "If that's love at first sight, then, that's it."

 

 

But it definitely wasn't love at first sight for her.

"I didn't want to marry initially because the women in most marriages around me then had been brutalized, traumatized and suffering." However, she believed in friendship and wanted to have fun with him. Eventually, she changed her mind after finding out that he was "trustworthy, open-minded, sincere and caring". "Always, we talked about everything and I looked forward to being with him, so when he proposed, I couldn't resist saying, yes," she says.

Mrs Adegbile adds that her husband didn't initially have much money. "It was a bit tight," she says. But since money was not her focus, she contented herself with his numerous good qualities. "I cut down my taste as a single lady," she says. Prior to then, she had led an expensive life that included downing her lunch with a bottle of wine. Mr Adegbile was able to convince her that a bottle of Coke would do just as well until things got better. "He worked on me to help me see that the future was bright," she says.

 

Tough Times

The couple admit that they have had issues like other couples, but that they tried not to display anything in public because they wanted to maintain the image of a happy couple. For example, Mrs Adegbile confesses that her mindset of not wanting to be "under" any man initially affected their marriage.

"Being strong-willed," she says, "I always argued and wanted to have my way in any discussion." This often led her husband to switch off for days. She decided to change when she observed what she described as the "not palatable" result of always insisting on her way of doing things.

Mr Adegbile adds that they experienced other issues, the kind that come with two people with different backgrounds living together. "For example," he says, "she likes to sleep with the lights on and I don't."

 

Relationship Tips

Friendship is the first ingredient that Mr Adegbile ascribes their long-lasting union to. "At the time we met, I wasn't looking for a wife," he says. "When friends get married, they last longer." In addition, he set his mind on getting married only once and staying there. "Knowing that I couldn't leave made me try to make it work," he said.

Mrs Adegbile adds that communication is essential. "Keeping a secret is out of it. It kills the marriage."

"Our friendship makes it easier for me to communicate with my wife," Mr Adegbile says. "No matter what issues come, you can always resolve it," he says, adding that, every month, he took his wife out and they both wrote a list of things they didn't like about each other and talked about ways to tackle issues. Along the line, their lists started decreasing until they eventually disappeared, he says.

 

Staying Sweet

The couple say that they have never used sex as a weapon against each other. "I have a healthy sex life with my husband," Mrs Adegbile says. "Sex is not just having intercourse. Romance is the major part of sex." She adds that her husband prepares her for the "golden moment". He starts to make moves hours before the time. The inception of GSM and Blackberry, etc, have made things sweeter, she says, as they send "sweet nothings" to each other in advance.

"I call him ‘Sweet' because he is so sweet," she says. Her husband also calls her Sweet.

"Marry your friend," is the advice Mrs Adegbile has for singles. "Be open. A friend helps you have someone to share your life with."

"Loads of ladies and guys look out for husbands and wives in a way that is equivalent to getting another piece of furniture," Mr Adegbile says. "Marry your soul mate."

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A 13-year old sex slave (name withheld) has escaped from a hotel in Lagos State, Southwest Nigeria, after sleeping with at least 10 men daily for almost two months.
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She was forced into prostitution by her aunt simply called Victoria, who brought her from Akwa Ibom to Lagos in December last year.

The JSS 2 student said it was while she was making effort to escape back to Akwa Ibom State after she fled from the hotel that someone saw her on the street and took her to a police station.

At the station, she told the police how she slept with at least 10 men daily, that is, about 550 men had sex with her throughout the two months she spent in the hotel.

She said each man paid her N1,000 to have sex with her. And her aunt, Victoria, usually comes around to collect the day’s proceeds.

The teenager said Victoria lied to her parents in Akwa Ibom that she was bringing her to Lagos to attend school only for her to be taken to a hotel and asked to sleep with men.

According to the girl, she gave me a room and brought mini skirt and slide dress and asked me to wear them.


“I did not understand what that meant until men started to approach me and I saw other girls going into their rooms with men,” she said.

“My aunt came to my room and coached me on how I should behave and directed that if any man comes to me I should collect N1000 and allow him to have sex with me.”

She also warned her to behave well so that they can always come back.

“That was how I started sleeping with men and at least 10 men have sex with me on daily basis and my aunt will collect the money and leave only food money for me,” she narrated.

On why she ran away from the hotel, she said that she was having severe pains in her private part and “when I complained to her, she wouldn’t hear of it and gave me oil to be robbing inside it but the pain continued until I could no longer bear it.”

Narrating how she agreed to follow her aunt to Lagos, she said that she hails from Ukuda in Akwa Ibom State and was in JSS2 when Victoria came from Lagos in December to take her here.

“She told my parents that she would like to assist them by sending me to school,” adding that since she was living in Lagos, she will take the victim along with her.

“On the day we set out from the village to Lagos, she gave my mom N500 and we left,” she narrated.

When they got to Lagos, she took her to a popular hotel in Ejigbo, New Love Hotel, situated at Lafenwa area, NNPC, Ejigbo.


On how she came to the police station, she said that when she could not bear the pain any longer, she ran away. She said she was crying and looking for a way to go back to the village because she does not know any place in Lagos.

While she was looking for a way to escape to the village a man took her to the station after listening to her plight.

Following her escape, the police have arrested the manager of the hotel identified as Johnson while Victoria was said to be on the run.

Though the manager has been granted bail, he was ordered to produce Victoria who brought the little girl to Lagos as a sex slave.On how she came to the police station, she said that when she could not bear the pain any longer, she ran away. She said she was crying and looking for a way to go back to the village because she does not know any place in Lagos.

P.M.NEWS
gathered that the Area Commander Zone D, Mushin has ordered full investigation into the matter.

The matter is now being investigated by Inspector Tina in the human rights section.

Both Ejigbo Police and area Commander confirmed the incident and said that full investigation has commenced into the matter.


The girl has been handed over to her parents...

—Cyriacus Izuekwe

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Fraud costs UK economy '£38bn a year'

Debit card and computer keyboard Police say the nature of fraud, much of it involving modern technology, is "constantly evolving"

Fraud costs the UK economy £38bn a year, with more than half of that suffered by the public sector, according to official estimates.

The National Fraud Authority (NFA) said that if the total cost was broken down, every UK adult would be £765 worse off.

The NFA said "a stronger counter-fraud culture" was needed.

Cabinet Office minister Francis Maude said the £21bn cost of public sector fraud could pay for 800 secondary schools or 615,000 nurses...

He said: "Contrary to what many people think, fraud and error is not just confined to benefits and revenue.

"It affects every government department and impacts on the government's ability to deliver better public services, while stripping the civil service of vital resources. We can't and won't allow this to happen any more."

The cost to the private sector was £12bn and charities lost £1.3bn, the NFA reported, while individuals' losses were estimated at £4bn.

Frauds included marketing scams, bogus operators, fake lotteries and online ticketing and rental crimes.

The scale of public sector fraud reflected better reporting procedures, said the researchers, who added that it remained a relatively small proportion of total spending.

ADVICE ON AVOIDING SCAMS

  • Don't be rushed into any deal
  • Ensure you have complete contact details for any trader you deal with
  • Protect yourself online
  • Use a credit card for extra protection on purchases over £100

Source: Consumer Direct

Bernard Herdan, of the NFA, said the authority's annual fraud indicator was a "blueprint" for work to tackle the "rising tide" of fraud.

Everyone should make an effort to protect themselves and share information on suspicious behaviour with the authorities, he said.

"We want to develop a stronger counter-fraud culture, which helps to disrupt fraudulent activity across the UK and globally," Mr Herdan said.

Last year's first annual fraud indicator reported a total cost of £30bn, but the NFA said the two reports were not directly comparable because some areas of fraud had been included for the first time this year.

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Until last week, the hope of the Ukahueleigbes was that their daughter, 17-year-old Ella Oyindamola, would soon graduate from the University of Lagos and make them proud by getting a good job. But this hope was dashed last week as she died in a mysterious circumstance.

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Photo: Ella in Life Beautiful with a lovely smile

Ella, a second year student of Marine Sciences, was allegedly drugged by a family friend last week Tuesday. PUNCH METRO gathered that the drug, suspected to be a sleeping tablet, put the girl to sleep and she never woke up..

PUNCH METRO gathered that efforts made by her friend to revive her failed. She, however, died at the Lagos Univesity Teaching Hospital where she was rushed to.

The Dean of Students Affairs, Prof. Olukayode Amund, told PUNCH METRO that he got a report that a girl living in the institution's Moremi Hall had died. However, he added that the circumstances of her death were yet to be known.

He said, "The girl was a student of Marine Sciences and the Head of Department confirmed it. She was allocated Moremi Hall and for now we have collected her contact address and her telephone number. Once we receive a coroner's report, the school will know what step to take."

He said that that the initial report brought to him was that Ella went out with her boyfriend and was later taken to LUTH by the boyfriend before she died in the hospital.

But an official in the Dean's office, who craved anonymity, said that Ella's parents had alleged that their daughter was poisoned. The official said the parents claimed that the man responsible was not her boyfriend but a neighbour, whom she had not seen for a long time. The parent added that both decided to take a drink and she later died after taking the drink.

But Almund said that since the university was not responsible for the girl's death, it would not pay any compensation to her family. "But she might be entitled to insurance claim if she registered for the school's insurance scheme, which students were advised to do," he said.

He advised students to stay under the protection of the university. "What we do is to counsel students, we don't nag them because we are dealing with adults. They can make a choice whether to stay under the protection of the university or to go outside the protection of the University of Lagos," he said.

Spokesman of the state police command, Mr.Frank Mba, said he was not sure that police had received a report of the death. But our correspondent gathered that Ella's parents and the university were waiting for an autopsy report before making a formal report.

Although our correspondent made strenous efforts to obtain the telephone numbers of Ella's parents from the UNILAG Public Relations Officer, Mr. Dare Adebisi, and the late undergraduate's friends, he was unsuccessful.

Repeated calls to Adebisi's number were not answered. A text message was also not replied.

Additional report: Lekan Ibrahim.
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