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The 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....

By Victor Ehikhamenor  234next.com

.EXCUSE ME: My mother, information management czar

When I was growing up, my mother took me through some gruelling training in public behaviour and information management. I doubt if CIA, NSA, FBI, KGB or SSS operatives go through the kind of exercises my mother designed for me. Some of the poignant ones came to mind after I read WikiLeaks’ public laundering of the US envoy’s private conversations with my dear President Jonathan in the Yar’Adua dark days.

Growing up in the village, there were unwritten manuals on how to navigate the high wires of surviving a tough terrain. My mother started early on me because I was a bit exuberant and quick to trust people. She knew she needed a strong arm to manage me, so she would tell me to curb my enthusiasm whenever strangers were around. She focused on keeping secrets mainly because many embattled couples came around to my father to resolve their differences and at a young age I was privy t o all sorts of adult crises....

She also embarked on training me to read her unspoken language in public, like grunts, eye movements or outright rough handling. Many times when I failed, she would be left with no other option than to resort to her beautiful black hands. My mother’s hands were elastic in dishing out some Guantanamo Bay spanking, no matter how fast I tried to run from my crime scene.

As kids, when some aunties would come from the city with Cabin Biscuits and Goodie Goodie during Christmas, I’d get carried away by misguided excitement, knocking off tumblers and China. I’d forget myself and run my mouth without sifting the kind of information I wasn’t suppose to release. I’d also think my mother was in the same euphoric state at seeing my city aunties. When my excesses got too many, she would excuse herself from the visitor and arrest the situation by delivering justice faster than a Balogun market mob on a thief. In all fairness to her, she would have sent out all the warning signs like a few grunts, two seconds silence in the middle of her conversation, one minute stare without a blink, shuffling of her right foot on the floor, knuckle crackling, go-get-me-a-cup-of-water even if she had just drank the entire River Niger - warnings which I’d ignore because when the gods want to kill a dog, they inflict it with deafening insanity.

Seriously, nothing irked my mother more than you endangering the family with your basket mouth in the midst of strangers. A stranger by this definition was anybody other than my father, grandmother and four other siblings; these were the only people that got my mother’s high level security clearance. This meant if anything bothered us the children, we were to tell her or my father. She must not hear about it elsewhere or she would not spare her elastic hand.

For instance, I was ten years old when my brother got the elusive visa and admission to go and study in America and I couldn’t go screaming down our street telling all my friends that my brother will soon go to the white man’s land and start sending me toys and cool T-shirts and jeans. Do you know what it takes to contain such excitement for a ten-year-old? O my belly was on fire! And even later on when I could talk about my brother in America to neighbours, I was not to blab about every detail I read in his letters home. As my mother would say, you never know who would misuse information they receive – listen more and talk less. You could say she ran an air tight Costa Nostra, with her eyes and ears everywhere in the village and other places we her children went. So we never broke her rules.

And during those strenuous training sessions, which were so many, I couldn’t honestly tell you it was fun at all, but she balanced her stringencies with supersize love. She would buy me the coolest gifts, including an unforgettable silk bow tie and a blue velvet suit that I wore on my 11th birthday. So you can say my mother believed wholeheartedly in Hebrews 12:11 “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.”

The reason why I have gone into all this history about my mother’s training style (which by the way if she were to read now, she would give me one of her long looks of “did you not learn anything”?) is WikiLeaks’ revelation about President Jonathan. The information is not damning as such, it only shows a meek political lamb in a land filled with heartless hungry lions. Only if he knew that my mother would have considered Sanders a “stranger” and telling her his most kept secrets, what he would’nt tell us ordinary citizens, was like taking a leak in a public toilet built of glass. So to my good friend, President Jonathan, I would say, next time please bridle your tongue even in your innermost sanctuary because you never know when that innocent looking visitor would put uzonta in your mouth for ulterior motives.