Lagos: Still at the mercy of danfo drivers

OF all the problems facing Lagos, the worst might be traffic. Chaotic traffic in Lagos is man-made – a phenomenon as destructive and inevitable as the rains that falls anytime of the year.
Some residents believe that there is no weekend for traffic in Lagos.
Traffic is every day and Lagosians have words for traffic the way Eskimos have words for snow: congestion, logjam, lock-down, holdup, gridlock, deadlock, and the wonderfully evocative go-slow.
Summary of danfo drivers’ psyche: The most popular commercial bus in Lagos is known as a Danfo. Someone at a time said that “the average Danfo driver either has psychological  imbalance or he is possessed by some spirit of self destruction.
“They drive like they get a medal every time they bash or scratch their vehicles, and they have no problems scratching yours. Who else would change lanes without indicating or race into an express road without looking out for other drivers knowing very well that he do not have the right of way?
Danfo drivers of course. They have never ceased to amaze me with the kind of risks they take, the norm for them is for the conductor to hang by the door, and shout to attract passengers, they just seem unable to sit down in the bus ..”

* Danfo buses in Lagos…can they be phased out?

According to him; “Clearly the Danfo driver is unpredictable and unwell, plus they think they are stunt men.”
Case study: Sometime in June, the Lagos State Government issued a 48-hour ultimatum to commercial bus operators, danfo drivers, in Ikorodu, especially those indiscriminately discharging and loading passengers at the town’s roundabout, to move to the designated motor park at Sabo or face the wrath of the law. The order by the Lagos State Traffic Management Authority, LASTMA, said the move was aimed at ensuring the safety of lives and free flow of traffic in the area.
Special offences
The General Manager of LASTMA, Babatunde Edu, issued the order during a meeting jointly organised by the agency and the Lagos State Task Force on Environmental and other Special Offences for the National Union of Road Transport Workers and the Road Transport Employees Association of Nigeria at Alausa, Ikeja. The following week, life was back to ‘normal’ with the danfo drivers doing the exact opposite of what the order stipulated.
Although some efforts were made to arrest some of them, the government had to abandon the enforcement drive because the commercial bus operators are fond of flouting traffic rules and regulations. They always drive in directions prohibited by the law and have turned every nook and cranny of Ikorodu into parks rather than using the dedicated spaces allocated to them.
Lagos’ unsuccessful plan to phase-out Danfo: The introduction of the now popular Lagbus by the Lagos State government, some years ago, no doubt signified some attempts by the state government to improve on the chaotic transportation system in the city.
It is on record that despite its explosive population, which enumerators had put at over 18 million people, the city has been battling with the problem of finding a suitable means of conveying this vast population of residents from one place to the other.
For instance, before the advent of the Lagbus, a public private partnership initiative between the Lagos State government and some investors in the state, the former capital city had been under the siege of the Molue and the yellow buses, popularly known as danfo.
Fresh hope but for how long
“It is no longer business as usual for Lagos State residents and road users who are bent on going against traffic laws and regulations. Right now, measures are in-place to ensure that offenders are brought to book.” This is according to Bisi Yusuff, a lawmaker representing Alimosho constituency 1 and the Chairman House committee on Transportation, Commerce and Industry who added that there is severe punishment awaiting road offender in the state.
Traffic offenders
In a chat with Vanguard, he said further: “Traffic offenders will not go unpunished. There are measures in-place to ensure that traffic offenders do not go unpunished. And that is what agencies like Motor Vehicle Administration is embarking upon. Its operation is already in place, right now, there are bigger plans by the agency.”
His words: “This agency is saddled with the responsible of tracing any vehicle with its number plate. A motorist can be traced to his or her house through his or her number plate. Therefore, it is no longer needed for any traffic agency to run after traffic offenders. The only thing is to get the number plate and anyone who is caught will be brought to book. Again, anyone who violates traffic light rules and regulations would be fined the sum of N30,000.
While calling on Lagos residents to take the responsibility of arresting traffic offenders and handing them over to the appropriate agency for proper prosecution, he said, “anyone who wants to arrest traffic offenders must be extra careful and such individuals must know that they have limits. The first step is to capture the number plate of the vehicle and hand over the information to nearest law enforcement agent for proper arrest and prosecution.”
Why commercial buses flout traffic order
From investigation, it was observed that some vehicles which violate traffic order when intercepted, are found to be owned by uniform men, officials of LASTMA and leaders of NURTW or the Road Transport Employers Association of Nigeria, RTEAN. Most of them are familiar with senior officers at the other end of the divide.
Most times when erring commercial vehicle drivers are apprehended, calls are immediately put through to their owners who in turn, speak with the officials of the contravening agency, at the end of which the vehicles are released. In some cases, the drivers turn out to be serving or retired uniform men who usually plead for the essence of  esprit de corps .
At times also, it was discovered that some of the arresting officials bow to the temptation of corruption by accepting gratification which are never remitted into government coffers, before the vehicles are released to the owners, an action  commercial vehicle drivers gladly opt for.
It was reliably gathered that sometimes, some impounded vehicles are taken to LASTMA offices but would not be parked inside the yard, apparently to give the erring motorists an impression that they meant business. This, however, occurred when a huge amount is demanded.

MOTHERLY AFFECTION

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COMMUNICATION MATTERS IN MARRIAGE AND LIFE GENERALLY!!

Two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown of Rusape and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and
started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother.” Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until
I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling. Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: “I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can’t eat flowers!” I smiled and said: “Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.” Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: “Mum, this is a city-people’s habit; slowly you will get used to it.” Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: “You little fool, just don’t tell her the full price of everything would solve it.” There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her spoon and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children’s Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of
that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and “Bam” she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me……. I got mad and asked him: “What did I do wrong?” Hubby stared at me and said: “Can’t you just give in to her once? We couldn’t possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?” After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very
awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD, is it because you think that mum’s cooking is not clean that’s why you chose not to eat at home?” He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: “LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?” I was left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table…….
This is the second part in the
quadrilogy – “Dont Hold Grudges”.
Whatever you do as a couple be it in
an affair or marriage; it does not
make sense to break down
communication lines as the results
can only be bitter to both of you. You
might think you are fixing him/her
but the truth of the matter is you are
also fixing yourself. Any day that you
dont spend in a jovial mood is a one
less day from your God given life
that you chose to spend miserable.
Here continues my story …..
…….. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.” The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn’t hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn’t resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and
finally found me but he pretended that he doesn’t know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: “Darling, I am having your baby!” and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn’t happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn’t even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: “Your husband’s mother had a traffic accident and has just dashed off to the hospital.” I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother’s pale white and thin face and I
couldn’t control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old
house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her…I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if….In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother. Hubby moved into mother’s room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self- pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these
events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continued, we were living together like strangers who don’t know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart………………….. Check out for “Part III” in the next coming episodes.
This is the third part in the
quadrilogy – “Don’t Hold Grudges”.
Whatever you do as a couple be it in
an affair or marriage; it does not
make sense to break down
communication lines as the results
can only be bitter to both of you. You
might think you are fixing him/her
but the truth of the matter is you are
also fixing yourself. Any day that you
dont spend in a jovial mood is a one
less day from your God given life
that you chose to spend miserable.
Here continues my story …..
One day, I passed by a city centre Chicken Inn, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had
stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother’s death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched – he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived
alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: “You wait a while, I will sign.” He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself “You cannot cry, you cannot cry…” my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby’s eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. “LD, are you pregnant?” Since mother’s accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: “Yes, but it’s ok, you can leave now.” He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated “sorry” to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can’t. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other’s heart. For me, it’s unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don’t take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. >From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother’s room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This
used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby’s groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him…………………..
–
This is the last episode of the
Quadrilogy “Dont Hold Grudges”
For those of you reading this as your
first articles I would suggest you go
back to the first part as its a
continuation from the prior
episodes.
Here goes my story ……
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly
and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain… He smiled, but without opening the tired eyes of his… I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at
that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: “Prepare for his funeral.” I disregarded the nurse’s objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hit me. Hubby’s cancer was discovered 5 months
ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that… the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: “Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now… I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy’s suggestion…. Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most…” From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. Hubby has also written a letter for me:
“My dear, to marry you is my biggest
happiness, forgive me for the pain I
have caused you, forgive me for not
telling you my illness, because I
want to see you be in a joyful mood
waiting for the arrival of our baby…
My dear, if you cried, it means that
you have forgiven me and I would
smile, thank you for loving me…
These presents, I’m afraid I cannot
give them to our son personally,
could you help me to give some of
them to him every year, the dates on
what to give when are all written on
the packaging… “
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
“Open your eyes and smile, I want
our son to remember being in the
warmth of your arms…” He
struggled to open his eyes and
managed a weak smile. Our son still
in his arms was happily waving his
tiny hands in the air. I press the
button on the camera and the sound
of the shutter rang through the air as
tears slowly rolled down my face…. A
fatal misunderstanding and the
person who loves me the most in
this world is gone forever…”Cruel
misunderstandings one after
another disrupted the blissful
footsteps to our family. Our original
intend of having Mother enjoy some
quiet and peaceful moments in her
remaining years with us went
terribly wrong as destiny’s secret is
finally revealed at a price, every
thing became too late.”……….

AFLPM re-elects Mrs Jonathan as President..

Abuja – Nigeria’s First Lady Patience Jonathan was on Friday in Abuja re-elected as the President of the African First Ladies Peace Mission (AFLPM).
Jonathan as well as all other regional heads of the mission were unanimously re-elected at the 7th Summit of the AFLPM.

Closing of 7th Summit of African First Ladies Peace Mission in Abuja.jpg where Dame Patience Jonathan was re-elected President of the African First Ladies Peace Mission

The AFLPM re-elected Mrs Jonathan as its President and she is expected to oversee the affairs of the Mission in West Africa.
The First Lady of Cameroon was re-elected as Vice President (Central African Region), while the First Lady of South Africa retained the post of Vice-President, Southern African Region.
The First Lady of Sudan was re-elected as Vice-President (Eastern African Region); the First Lady of Libya retained the post of Vice-President (Northern African Region); while the First Lady of the Republic of Congo was re-elected as an Ex-Officio executive for a fresh two-year term.
In her acceptance speech, Jonathan thanked all the members of the Mission for the confidence reposed in her and members of her team to continue as AFLPM’s executives.
“It is a great honour for me and our country, Nigeria; this new mandate would further strengthen our resolve to laying a solid foundation for our great organisation.
“We will not relent in our efforts in ensuring that the African First Ladies Peace Mission fulfills its divine responsibility of achieving a lasting peace in Africa.
“Let me appeal to you my dear sisters that all of us owe our spouses support in ensuring that peace, security and total development is achieved in Africa.
“We must all work hard to change the picture of war painted of Africa to that of a peaceful, stable and progressive continent.
“We can still play our part in resolving some of the ongoing conflicts in Africa.’’
Jonathan called on all African women to persuade their husbands, sons and brothers to embrace dialogue and refrain from violence because women suffered most, physically and emotionally, in all conflict situations.
She said that women, as mothers, could no longer afford to sit in their comfort zone and do nothing because the lack of peace and insecurity always affected governance and developmental efforts negatively.
In her closing remarks, the AFLPM President urged members of the Mission to remain committed to the goals set for achieving peace in Africa.
She stressed that the African First Ladies were responsible for shaping the future of the continent, adding that tangible efforts must be made in the peace building process.
“ I want to urge us all to reflect on the programmes and activities we intend to implement as we return home.
“ This is very important because without conscious, clear and thoughtful commitment on our part with regard to efforts to pursue an agenda for peace in Africa, the goals of this summit would have been defeated.
“Therefore, we must work hard for peace promotion as African mothers so that generations yet unborn will be proud of our efforts in making our continent a better place to be.’’
The News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) reports that the AFLPM, which aims at promoting peace and harmony in Africa, was established in 1995 after the UN Conference on Women in Beijing, China.
NAN recalls that Nigeria was elected the President of the AFLPM in 2008 and it was then agreed that Nigeria should provide a permanent secretariat for the Mission.
A total of 10 First Ladies attended the summit, while 21 others sent representatives. (NAN)

SEX WITH A CORPSE!!

Nura Mustapha, 28, is currently explaining to homicide detectives at the State Criminal Investigative Department, Panti, Yaba, Lagos State, why he was allegedly caught having sex with the corpse of a lady identified as Faith Akin.
Mustapha was arrested early in March after an attendant at the Green Star Hotel, Alaba-Rago, raised an alarm that he would not allow the corpse to be retrieved.
Police officers identified the corpse of the lady as Faith Akin, a resident of Ondo State, who visited her mother in Lagos.
“We have a lot of customers coming with different girls to the hotel but on that fateful day, Mustapha came in about 5.00 pm and booked the room; after about 9.00pm, he brought in this lady and they stayed the night,” said the hotel attendant, who gave his name as Mathew. “Early the next day, before I would hand over to the morning staff, I went round to check the rooms; [and] that was how I saw the lady lying down. I went to touch her but there was no response; I called out to Nura but he did not answer. It was when I came back the second time after I had informed the manager that I saw the customer having sex with the corpse again; I tried to call his attention but he did not respond, so I went to call the police.”
When officers from the Ojo Police Station arrived the scene, it was gathered that the suspect was seen having sex with the unconscious lady. “As soon as we got the complaint from the  hotel management, we rushed to the scene of the incident; unfortunately, we experienced the shock of our lives when we saw Nura on top of the lifeless lady still banging (having sex with) her,” said a police officer who did not want his name published.
“We had to drag him from the lady's corpse before he realised that people had been watching him. It was a terrible thing for such a young man to sleep with a corpse; maybe for ritual purpose but we do not know.”
During questioning, Mustapha allegedly told the police officers that he had taken a sex enhancement drug before inviting the deceased to his hotel room.
“He said he used a local Hausa herb, called ‘burutashe’ to enhance his sexual performance before he had sex with the lady,” said the police source. “The corpse had foam coming out from her mouth; and despite that he kept banging her because the drug made him to have delayed ejaculation. So to satisfy himself, he kept banging the lady; even when he discovered that she was dead, so as to relieve himself.”
The corpse has been deposited at a mortuary and police authorities are hoping that autopsy results will reveal the exact cause of Akin’s death.
The Tiv Yam market in Alaba-Rango is predominantly populated by Hausas and it was gathered that commercial sex workers often congregate there at night to solicit for customers.

Police nab two men living with corpse of brother Tope and Omotola Ajayi were allegedly selling the body parts.

Residents of Festac, Lagos, were treated to a horror show on Thursday as the mutilated decomposing corpse of a man was discovered inside the house occupied by his two brothers.
The three brothers had been living at B Close, House 6 of 3rd Avenue, after their father died and left the property for them.
The corpse, identified as that of Akinbuyi Ajayi,  39, who was living in the same apartment with Toye Ajayi and Omotola Ajayi, who were identified as his brothers. He was allegedly killed by his brothers and his body kept in a room inside the flat.
Police officers raided the house after the two brothers allegedly were caught with human body parts. The mutilated corpse, missing its head, hands and genitals, was discovered after police officers searched their apartment.
Divisional Police Officer in the area, Mohammed Mu’azu, said other incriminating items were seized from the house. They include: charms, a pot filled with suspected human blood and two large dummies of human beings. Some of the charms were concealed inside a paper bag with the inscription: 'Lord Krishna Agabarthi 999'.
Omotola, who claimed to be an engineer and unemployed, denied knowing anything about the corpse; adding that he depended on goodwill of people to survive along with Toye. He told the police that his brother’s killers must have committed the act before dumping the corpse inside one of the rooms. He further said their father died in a motor accident recently.
Toye described himself as a primary school teacher, but refused to reveal where he works.
Police officers evacuated the corpse to a morgue and said the brothers would be charged to court as soon as investigations are concluded.

Man rapes in-law to death!!

Barely two weeks after a young lady identified as Faith Akin was allegedly raped to death by a middle aged man, a similar incident has been reported at the Epe Police Station.
According to the report, 29-year-old Titus Ime raped his in-law, a 19-year-old woman identified as Blessing John, to death.
The incident occurred in a forest at Epe. The suspect allegedly trailed Blessing to her father’s farm, where he raped her to death.
Ime, reporting the incident, said he assaulted Blessing due to her refusal to date him. The rapist cum murderer blamed his dastardly act on his “great love" for the deceased.
“I just moved to Lagos from Akwa -Ibom State to look for a job when I met Blessing. She is my in-law, as my uncle is married to her elder sister," he said.
"As soon as I set my eyes on her, I fell in love with her but I kept it to myself. When I could not bear it anymore, I went to her to declare my love for her but she turned me down. I kept pestering her but she refused blatantly that she did not love me; this made me angry.”
Ime added that despite Blessing’s refusal to date him, he had to device a means to force her to have sex with him.
“I did not intend to kill Blessing but my feeling for her was very strong. So after monitoring her movement for some time, I discovered that she goes to the farm to uproot cassava in the evening with her father. That day, I trailed her from her house to the forest. She was alone and she did not know I was following her, when she got into the dense forest and there was no one in sight, I ran ahead of her and grabbed her, and started declaring my love for her but she turned me down.
"I was very angry and I grabbed her dress. She started struggling with me but I took a big stick and hit her on her head, she slumped immediately and I bend down over her and removed her skirt and had sex with her. All this while, she did not respond but I still had sex with her a second time but I do not know that she was dead; I thought she was just unconscious.”
After committing the act, the suspect hid in the forest for four days. He however came out of his hiding when he could not bear the hunger anymore, and reported himself to his family who then handed him over to the police for prosecution.
Blessing’s corpse were discovered by her father and has been deposited at a public mortuary for autopsy, while the case has been transferred to the Homicide department at Panti, Yaba for further investigation.

How to worship the Nigerian god!!

The Nigerian god is one. It may have many different manifestations, but it is essentially different sides of the same coin. Sometimes, adherents of the different sides may fight and kill each other. But Nigerians essentially follow the Nigerian god.

This article is for all those who want to become better worshippers. If you are a new or prospective convert, God will bless you for choosing the Nigerian god. This is just how you must worship him.

First, you must understand that being a worshipper has nothing to do with character, good works or righteousness. So the fact that you choose to open every meeting with multiple prayers does not mean that you intend to do what is right. The opening prayer is important. Nothing can work without it. If you are gathered to discuss how to inflate contracts, begin with an opening prayer or two. If you are gathered to discuss how to rig elections, begin with a prayer. The Nigerian god appreciates communication.

When you sneak away from your wife to call your girlfriend in the bathroom, and she asks if you will come this weekend, you must say—in addition to “Yes”—“By God’s grace” or “God willing”. It doesn’t matter the language you use. Just add it. The Nigerian god likes to be consulted before you do anything, including a trip to Obudu to see your lover.

When worshipping the Nigerian god, be loud. No, the Nigerian god is not hard of hearing. It is just that he appreciates your loud fervour, like he appreciates loud raucous music. The Nigerian god doesn’t care if you have neighbours and neither should you. When you are worshipping in your house, make sure the neighbours can’t sleep. Use loud speakers even if you are only two in the building. Anyone who complains must be evil. God will judge such a person.

Attribute everything to the Nigerian god. So, if you diverted funds from public projects and are able to afford that Phantom, when people say you have a nice car, say, “Na God”. If someone asks what the secret of all your wealth is, say, “God has been good to me”. By this you mean the Nigerian god who gave you the uncommon wisdom to re-appropriate public funds.

Consult the Nigerian god when you don’t feel like working. The Nigerian god understands that we live in a harsh climate where it is hard to do any real work. So, if you have no clue how to be in charge and things start collapsing, ask people to pray to God and ask for his intervention.

The Nigerian god loves elections and politics. When you have bribed people to get the Party nomination, used thugs to steal and stuff ballot boxes, intimidated people into either sitting at home or voting for you, lied about everything from your assets to your age, and you eventually, (through God’s grace), win the elections, you must begin by declaring that your success is the wish of God and that the other candidate should accept this will of God. It is not your fault whom the Nigerian god chooses to reward with political success. How can mere mortals complain?

The Nigerian god does not tolerate disrespect. If someone insults your religion, you must look for anyone like them and kill them. Doesn’t matter what you use—sticks, machetes, grenade launchers, IED’s, AK47’s.

The Nigerian god performs signs and wonders. He does everything from cure HIV to High BP. And the Nigerian god is creative: he can teach a person who was born blind the difference between blue and green when the man of god asks, and he can teach a person born deaf instant English. As a worshipper you must let him deliver you because every case of sickness is caused by evil demons and not infections. Every case of barrenness is caused by witches and has no scientific explanation. So instead of hospital, visit agents of the Nigerian god. But the Nigerian god does not cure corruption. Do not attempt to mock him.

If you worship the Nigerian god, you are under no obligation to be nice or kind to people who are not worshippers. They deserve no courtesy.

The Nigerian god is also online. As a worshipper, you are not obliged to be good or decent on Facebook or twitter all week except on Friday and Sunday, both of which the Nigerian god marks as holy. So you may forward obscene photos, insult people, forward lewd jokes on all days except the holy days. On those holy days, whichever applies to you, put up statuses saying how much you are crazy about God.

These days, the Nigerian god also permits tweets and Facebook updates like: "Now in Church" or "This guy in front of me needs to stop dozing" when performing acts of worship.

In all, the Nigerian god is very kind and accommodating. He gives glory and riches and private jets. And if you worship him well, he will immensely bless your hustle.

LAMIDO'S DAUGHTER SEEKS DIVORCE.. The governor's son-in-law suggests she undergo psychiatric evaluation

As the month of Ramadan gets underway, the daughter of Governor Sule Lamido of Jigawa, Hadiza Sarki-Adar, has approached the Kubwa Upper Area Court, Abuja, to dissolve her marriage to Representative, Musa Sarki-Adar.
Hadiza told the court that she was seeking the divorce because she had lost interest in the union.
But the governor's inlaw, Sarki-Adar, who represents Gada/Goronyo Federal Constituency of Sokoto State, objected to the petition, arguing that there was no reason for it.
"We have been married since 2007 and lived amicably until April 1, 2010, when Hadiza packed out of the matrimonial home without any provocation," he said.
"All efforts to settle the issue remained unsuccessful as she insisted on putting an end to the union."
Sarki-Adar suggested that Hadiza be sent for a psychiatric evaluation, as her actions appeared abnormal.
The presiding judge, Alhaji Mohammed Lawal, turned down the suggestion, saying there was no basis for it.
Dissatisfied, Sarki-Ada said he would like to take the psychiatric matter to the Upper Sharia Court in Dutse.
The case was then adjourned indefinitely, pending the pronouncement of the court in Dutse.

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How i feel about trolls.. Gosh!!

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George Bernard Shaw!!

Albert Einstein!

Who is holding whom? Which girl is in the air?

LONDON 2012!!!

N15m Scandal: I’ve learnt my lesson – Jim Iyke

Jail beckoned on controversial Nollywood star Jim Iyke but mother nature was kind and so, the Imo state born actor was saved.
Thanks to his parents who rescued him from a determined  Habiba Abubakar who wanted the tough talking actor jailed for allegedly conning her out of N15million.
Jim Iyke’s parents had gone with cap in hand to beg the Abuja big girl to let by gone be while the case got settled out of court. Pronto, Habiba withdrew the case in a show of respect to Jim’s parents.
But the dust of the rumble had hardly settled down when a bitter Habiba was quoted as lamenting to close friends that the stress and strain she suffered as a result of the matter, forced her to the surgeon’s table and knives, to take away the extra pounds and wrinkles she’d piled up during the period.

*Jim Iyke

When our correspondent visited Untamed Closet, Jim Iyke’s fashion house, it was a remorseful Jim who disclosed he’s learnt his lesson.
“I’ve learnt to be silent over the matter. It would also be reasonable to apologize to Habiba for pushing her into embarking on plastic surgery”, he said.
The actor who admitted to meeting  Habibaba through his sister affirmed  he made jokes out of Habiba’s tummy and shape, but had on no occasion advised Habiba to do any kind of plastic surgery. According to Jim Iyke “I’m playful and jovial, and because I can make fun out of anything, I had jokingly complained about Habiba’s size sometime in my family house. I crack the same jock even with my sister, and we all laugh over it.
I don’t think the claim you alleged Habiba is making is actually true. How can she be claiming that I pushed her into the pain of plastic surgery? I really don’t have anything personal with her. My sister said Habiba told her something of sort, but I never believed it.
I thought it was one of those gossips. Hearing it from you actually confirms that she said something related to that. But would you believe that I will advise a married woman against her wish to go for surgery? If she went through any kind of stress as a result of that, then I’m sorry”.

UNILAG: Why Jonathan should reverse himself on name change

Mr Wahab Shittu is a lecturer in the Faculty of Law, University of Lagos and  a private prosecutor with the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission, EFCC. In this interview, he speaks passionately on why the proposed renaming of the University of Lagos after Chief Moshood Abiola should be reversed. Excerpts:
WHAT is your stance on the renaming of the University of Lagos after Chief Moshood Abiola?
I have the highest respect for the office and person of the President. Let me also say that I recognise the imperative of honouring late Chief M.K.O Abiola for the enormous sacrifice he made on June 12 and in preserving our democratic experiment. I believe that he deserves to be immortalised.
I also believe that all operators in a democracy must behave as democrats and that democracy is noted for certain fundamentals. These fundamentals include due process, rule of law, constitutionalism, supremacy of the constitution, respect for fundamental rights, respect for process and procedures, transparency and accountability, zero tolerance for corruption.

Presiednt Jonathan

All these are encapsulated in good governance. So I believe that under a democracy, the underlining philosophy of democracy is that sovereignty lies with the people and that all actions should be carried out with the people in mind. The renaming of UNILAG by presidential proclamation without consultation with all the stakeholders including the Senate fails to recognise the fact that UNILAG was created by an Act of Parliament.
And as such, for you to be able to tamper with an Act of Parliament, you have to do so by a constitutional amendment. This process ought to be carried out and approved before the President announces such a change, if necessary. But as it is now, what has happened is the subversion of due process, clearly the subversion of rule of law and the subversion of constitutionalism.
Legislative authority
You don’t put the cart before the horse. So, given these circumstances, what the National Assembly ought to do in order to preserve their legislative authority and enhance the doctrine of separation of powers, is to throw out the bill because the legislature is not a rubberstamp of the executive. Abiola himself will not be happy to see that in an attempt to immortalise him due process was subverted.
He himself said you cannot shave a man’s head behind his back. Using that analogy, how do you shave the head of UNILAG behind the back of UNILAG?My advice to Mr President is that he should be a listening President. If he reverses back to the previous name and then looks elsewhere to immortalise Abiola, it will not be a sign of weakness. Indeed, it would be a demonstration of high statesmanship.
Do you agree with some that some other university or stadium should be used to immortalize Abiola?
That argument overlooks the fact that Abiola was a multidimensional person who touched lives in several ways. He was the pillar of sports.  If you don’t want to name any edifice that has any sports significance to his memory, why not name the Eagle Square in Abuja after him, or why not name a democratic institute after him, or why not declare June 12 M.K.O Abiola Day and then organise activities yearly around that date with federal government participation and approval?
What would it cost the University of Lagos if the university bears the name Moshood Abiola?
Well, it will cost a lot in the sense that University of Lagos has become a brand independent of the history of Abiola. Abiola has its own independent history. UNILAG also has its own independent history. You don’t use one history to supplant another history without disastrous consequences. If you rename it, it is like killing the brand, a brand that is known nationally and internationally with its own peculiarities.

FAITH IN GOD!!

FAITH IN GOD: Take time to read
and to share with your friends.
Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there
lived a fourth grader boy who would follow
this route to school everyday: He has to cross
the rugged plains and cross the dangerous
highway where vehicles are recklessly
driving to and from.
Once past this highway, the boy would take a
short cut, passing by the Church every
morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully
say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol
dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a
Priest who was happy to find innocence so
uplifting in the morning,
"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"
"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent
grin, the priest would be touched. He was so
concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.
"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the
highway, you can pass through the Church
and I can accompany you to the other side of
the road...that way I can see that you are
home safe...."
"Thank you father ... "
"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay
in this church right after school?"
"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and
the priest would leave the boy to spend time
beside the altar, talking to himself, but the
priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to
what this boy has to say to his heavenly
FATHER.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad
today, but I did not cheat although my
seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one
cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad
season and all I can eat is this cracker.
Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who
was hungry and I know how he feels so I
gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am
not that hungry.
Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may
have to walk barefoot next week, you see
this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at
least I am still going to school.... Some say we
will have a hard season this month, some of
my classmates have already stopped going to
school .... please help them get to school
again, please God?
....Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is
painful, but I know this pain will pass away,
at least I still have a mother.... God, you want
to see my bruises? I know you can heal
them.... Here... here and .... oh ...blood ....I guess
you knew about this one huh? Please don't
be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she
worries for the food in our table and my
schooling that is why she hits us....Oh, I think
I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my
class, her name is Anita ... do you think she
will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will
always like me, I don't have to be anybody
just to please you, you are my very best
friend! Hey your birthday is two days from
now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you
see, I have a gift for you . but it is a surprise!
I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..."
then he stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre,
I am finished talking to my friend ....
youcan accompany me to the other side of
the road now"
This routine happens everyday. Andoy never
fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday
to the people in his church because he has
not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a
very positive look at negative situations.
One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so
he could not make it in the Church, he was
sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4
manangs who would chant the rosary in
1000 miles per hour, would not smile and
would always find fault in what you do, they
were also very well versed in cursing if you
irritate them! They were kneeling, saying
their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming
from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.
"Hello God! I ......"
"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may
nagdadasal!! Alis!!"
Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father
Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the
street ... and to be able to cross the street I
will have to pass by the back door of this
church .not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It
is His birthday, I have a gift right here....
" Just as he was about to get the gift out of
his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and
threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!!
(does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis
kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
So the boy had no choice but to cross the
dangerous side of the road in front of the
church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came
in.
There was a blind curve. The boy was
protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was
not looking. There was so little time. Andoy
died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the
poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ...
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure
white shirt and pants, a face so mild and
gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came
and carried the boy in His arms. He was
crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man
in white, and asked,
"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?
Do you know this child?"
The man in white, His face mourning and in
agony, looked up and answered,
"He was my best friend . " was all he said. He
took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody
chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near
His heart.
He stood up and carried the boy away and
they both disappeared in sight.
The crowd was curious ...
On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of
the shocking news. He visited the house, and
wanted to verify about the man in white. He
consulted the parents of Andoy.
"How did you know that your son died?"
"A man in white brought him here." sobbed
the mother. "What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say
anything. He was mourning. We do not know
him and yet he was very lonely about our
son's death, as if he knew our son very well.
But there was something peaceful and
unexplainable about him.
He gave me my son, and then he smiled
peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away
from his face and kissed him on his forehead,
then he whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began,
"Thank you for the gift .... I will see you
soon ... you will be with me..." and the father
of the boy continued, "and you know for a
while, it felt so
wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know
why....all I know is I cried tears of joy .... I
could not explain it, Father, but when that
man left, something peaceful came over me, I
felt a deep sense
of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in
my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now
but...tell me, Father, who is this man that my
son talks to everyday in your church, you
should know because you are always there ...
except at the time of his death ......"Father
Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his
eyes, with
trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was
talking to no one ......
but .. GOD...."

ORANGE!!

Two Boys stole a bag of oranges from
their neighbour and decidedto go to a
quiet place to share the loot.
One of them suggested
the nearby cemetry. As
they were jumping the gate into the
cemetry, two oranges fell out of the
bag behind
the gate.
They didn't bother to pick them
because they had
enough in the bag. Minutes later, a
drunkard
coming from a local joint,
passing near the
cemetry gate heard a
voice;
One for me, one
for you, One for you, one
for me. He immediately
ran as fast as he could to meet the
local priest and said;
Father, come and
see God and Satan
sharing corpse at the cemetry. They
both ran back to the cemetry
gate. The Voice
continued; one for me, one for you,
one for you,
one for me.
All of a sudden, the voice stopped
counting and
said;
WHAT ABOUT THE
TWO AT THE GATE?. The priest and the
drunkard took to their heels!,d priest
ran nd ran to d extent dat he did'nt
remember to stop at his holy place
while d drunkard replaced staggin with 100 mtrs race!!!!!!