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SODEKE: HERO OF ẸGBA PEOPLE

SODEKE: HERO OF ẸGBA PEOPLE
SODEKE: HERO OF ẸGBA PEOPLE

Sodeke was born in Iporo in the Ẹgba forest, his father, Rogidi was a farmer, his mother, Efuwo, was said to be the daughter of Lelu-Origi, a traditional high chief. When his father died, he became the head of the Rogidi family, like his father too, he was a farmer and by the end of 1780's, he had become one of the most successful farmers in the Ẹgba forest.

Shortly after the Owu War of 1820-1825, the Ẹgba forest was devastated with several external attacks from Ife, Ijebu and Oyo forces. Unfortunately many of these attacks were supported by other Ẹgba towns, for instance Ilawo (an Ẹgba town) supported the Ijebus to sack Ikija. Kémta, Iporo and Emere joined forces to capture Kesi. Idomapa helped the Ifes to destroy its neighbor, Ido. Many of the saboteurs were later attacked and sacked. Clearly, àbọ̀sí ọ̀ lérè.

Those who survived the attacks ran to Ibadan which at that time was a military/refugee camp. Sodeke was one of the Ẹgba survivors who later arrived in Ibadan. Still, the Ẹgbas continue to face persecution from the Ife-Ijebu camp, two Ẹgba leaders, Yesa and Lamodi died in this struggle, it was now glaring that the Ẹgbas were not wanted and they had to move, first they settled at a place called Oke-Ona, during this time the Ẹgbas had no leader because no one was brave enough to step into that shoe except for one man, Sodeke, who at that time was the Seriki or Youth leader in today's parlance.

Sodeke led over hundred thousand Ẹgbas to settle at the foot of the Olumo Rock, although several other survivors had seek refuge under the Rock before they arrived, Sodeke's movement was said to be the biggest and it was from there the city sprung up to become Abeokuta.

In other to increase population and fight against impending external attacks, Sodeke encouraged an open-door policy, he welcomed new settlers and visitors, he helped the saros locate their families. He warmly received two European missionaries, Birch Freeman and Townsend in Dec.1842 & Jan.1843 respectively. The first ever Christian service in Abeokuta was held in his compound.

He died on January 10 1845.

Sodeke was a hero!

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Did you know that garri was illegal in 1944

Did you know that garri was illegal in 1944
The British colonial Government made it illegal for anyone to sell Garri privately, Garri became "Government treasure” This actually happened during the era of the second World War. As we know the British were suffering at he hand of Germans and they were desperate to win the War, they needed money and resources so they pulled as many as they could get from their colonies, including Nigeria. They built harbours, roads, Airfields, hospitals, anything to make their exploitation easier. Thousand of Nigerian Men were recruited into the Army to fight in the second World. Even at that, they still needed more. They imposed some monetary policies and they rationed food so they could have enough to export for their wars. The government was in charge of food distribution and people would have to queue for days to buy Garri. They wanted to tax market women. Then we had Alimotu Pelewura, a Nigerian woman led a protest to curb this action. British Government were like "British women pay tax, why should Nigerian women be any different" and Pelewura replied... she said "All of Nigeria's wealth was being taken to Britain hence the British women could pay tax because they were Rich". She organized the market and told them to boycott sales of Garri to the Govt. This made the Govt and the security agents "declared war" The Government started arresting those who sold Garri privately but NIGERIANS are very resourceful so the Fa-ya-wo got involved (Fa-ya-wo is what the Yorubas call Smugglers). The Fa-ya-wo would crawl on their bellys(hence their name) to steal Garri from government stores And sell in private. Garri had it own black market. 😳
The govt found it very hard to solve this problem, they tried to bribe Halimatu Pelewura to come to their side but she didn't sell her conscience. So when next you see garri, show some respect oo 🫡

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Skimpy dress

Skimpy dress
Once upon a time, there was a free-spirited girl named Emma who had an undying love for fashion. She possessed a unique style that often involved wearing skimpy skirts and short gowns, regardless of the advice from her concerned friends and family. Emma believed that fashion was a form of self-expression and she reveled in the attention her daring outfits would bring.

One fateful day, Emma decided to venture out to the local market in a vibrant yellow flare gown. The gown barely grazed her knees and indeed showcased her vibrant personality. Ignoring the skeptical glances from her friends, Emma twirled around in front of the mirror, savoring the feeling of boldness that radiated from her outfit. Little did she know that a harsh wind was brewing just outside the door.

As Emma strutted confidently through the market, vendors and shoppers paused to catch a glimpse of her colorful attire. People whispered to one another about her audacious fashion choices, but Emma remained blissfully unaware, basking in her own unique style. However, fate had other plans in store for her that day.

Suddenly, a gust of wind surged through the market, picking up speed as it approached Emma. As everyone held their breath, the wind forcefully lifted her flowy yellow gown, causing it to soar high above her waist. To the shock and delight of onlookers, Emma found herself unintentionally revealing more than she had ever expected.

Giggles and laughter erupted from the crowd as Emma frantically tried to pull down her gown, her face turning a vibrant shade of red to match her outfit. The wind seemed to tease her, continuously lifting her gown every time she managed to tug it back down.

Embarrassed and flustered, Emma hurriedly made her way to a nearby hiding spot, seeking solace from the onlookers who had become an unintentional audience to her wardrobe malfunction. It was in that quiet moment of reflection that she finally learned a valuable lesson.

From that day forward, Emma realized that there is a fine line between fashion-forward and fashion disaster. While she still appreciated the idea of being bold and unique, she discovered the importance of considering practicality and comfort as well. No longer would she disregard the advice of her friends and family, who had only wished to spare her from such humiliating experiences.

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Have you ever heard about Sarah Baartman?

Have you ever heard about Sarah Baartman?
Well she had a very large buttocks😮😮 and was exhibited naked as a freak-show attraction in the 19th Century😭😭. Sarah was born in 1789, in the Khoikhoi tribe of South Africa and suffered a condition called 'steatopygia' that resulted in her extremely large buttocks due to a build-up of fat.

It made her cause a stare when she was exhibited at a venue in London's Piccadilly Circus after her arrival. Sarah died at age 26 and a plaster cast of her body was made, also, her skeleton was preserved as well as her brain and genitals. They were placed in a jar for display at the Paris Museum of Man and was on public display until 1974.


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Touching Resignation Letter Of A Cless Room Teacher

Touching Resignation Letter Of A Cless Room Teacher
A touching Resignation letter from a Cless room teacher in enugu state Nigeria

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The story of Queen Amina of Zaria.

The story of Queen Amina of Zaria.
Queen Amina, was a warrior Queen of the Zaria Emirate, which is in modern day Nigeria 🇳🇬 — At a time when men dominated most aspects of life, Amina the Queen of Zazzau emerged. A skillful Hausa warrior, she commanded a vast army which conquered many territories and greatly expanded her kingdom.

African feminist ancestors. Commonly known as the warrior Queen, Queen Amina of Zaria was the first woman to become the Sarauniya (Queen) in a male-dominated society. She was also known as the warrior Queen, and she was the first Woman who ruled an African kingdom for over 30 years in the 16th century. One of the greatest warriors ever to emerge from Africa 🌍 in the 16th century was Queen Amina of Zazzau. Queen Amina was a legendary and eager warrior, and as a child her grandmother found her wielding a dagger ⚔ as nimbly as any warrior. During her reign, she commanded the construction of a defensive mural around each military camp that she established. Later, those camps evolved into prosperous cities within those walls, and some can still be seen today in northern Nigeria. Those cities are known as walls ‘ganuwar of Amina’ or ‘Amina’s walls‘. It is believed that Amina died in the town of Altagara in1610. Today, Amina is remembered in Nigeria as ‘Amina, rana de Yar Bakwa ta San’ (Amina, daughter of Nikatau, woman as capable as a man). The introduction of kola nuts into the region is often attributed to Amina. Amina is celebrated across the Hausa land as a great warrior queen who was born to rule, and led thousands of soldiers to war. Her statue is currently present at the center of Lagos.


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YOUR NIGERIA IS CHANGING!!!

Something strange is happening. From Lagos to Sagamu, Ibadan to Katsina, the Agbados are wailing. Like the price of bread & food shortages was part of the reason for the French Revolution, rising food prices (especially that of fish) may have inspired the Nigerian Revolution. Pls Pay Attention!

A Revolution already begun. Although subtle & driven by the APC, Nigerians watch & take notes. When the people feel their voices are not being heard, resistance is the result!

I have seen at least 10 music videos streaming the Lamentations of the APC, Agbado Branch. The people that call us the wailers, that said we will wail for eight years, their mommies & daddies are seeing shege pro max already. They have fallen on hard times, & are leading a Fish Protest.

Something already left the stables, an omen, no one can tell its shape or form, but its there, lurking in the shadows.

One lit💥, it explodes! The rascality of the APC is the precursor to a much bigger event, it starts slowly, then it snowballs into anarchy. Students of History knows this.

Civilizations changed, age-long autocratic monarchies came to a close. And when calm returned, no one remembered when it started. Nigeria will be no different.

YOUR NIGERIA IS CHANGING!!!

There are two types of seasons in Nigeria. Wet, then Dry (otherwise called the harmattan). The APC are gathering the harmattan winds, & when it blows, BOOM💥, it goes with fire.

The hardships & the hunger (the lack of distributed economic wealth they created & weaponized as tools for winning elections), will in due time unite Nigerians against them. It’s already happening in plain sight, only those with a discerning eye can see it.

The War of Attrition is far from over, it only just started. You wicked politicians should enjoy your temporal reprieve, for now!!


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Story of How Prophet Daniel Aboderin

Story of How Prophet Daniel Aboderin
Ibadan, the capital of Oyo state, is the largest city in Nigeria and the third in Africa after Cairo and Johannesburg. The city which lies in the south-western part of Nigeria is known for its rich and fascinating cultures, lifestyle, history and spellbinding tourist destinations, One of the most visited tourist destinations in Ibadan is the University of Ibadan zoological garden which proudly houses different animals ranging from lions to rabbits. It is a popular custom of many families living in Ibadan to visit the zoo during festive periods to hang out and have fun as well.
So, on a fateful (later bloody) day in the Easter season of the year 1991, visitors stormed the U.I zoo as usual to enjoy the serene environment of the enclosure and have fun seeing different animals they have only seen on screens. Of all the animals in the a man, a bold and daring prophet by the name Daniel Abodurin who wanted to show people the ‘work of God of Daniel‘ by walking into the lions’ cage to touch them like Daniel did in the bible without getting mauled. Prophet Abodurin’s intention was to recreate the biblical story of a young man named Daniel who out of envy was thrown to some lions that turned out to have been mysteriously tamed. The biblical story has it that God sent down some angels to shut the mouths of the lions.
The determined Prophet Daniel Abodurin walked up to some staff of the zoo and pleaded to gain entry into the lions’ cage. No one in his or her right senses will give ears to this kind of plea, so the prophet was turned down. But after much disturbance and persuasion, the prophet’s insane wish was granted. Another account has it that Prophet Abodurin sneaked into the lions’ cage. Sneaking or no sneaking, he eventually found his way into the cage. Many people present at the scene could not believe what their eyes were seeing, and realizing it was not a dream, they prepared their mind for the worst result. Prophet Daniel Abodurin was clothed in a red robe and under his armpit was a big bible. As he entered the cage, he began reciting bible verses and speaking in tongues and calling unto the ‘God of Daniel’ to perform wonders. It was gathered that he was shouting jah, jah, jah which was believed to be a shortened form of Jehovah. At first, the lions retreated to a corner of their cage. Unknown to the to-be African version of Daniel, retreating is the first thing lions do when they see something unusual in their territory and later they get rid of it. Prophet Abodurin thought his faith was really working. He moved nearer to the lions and kept chanting bible verses, then in a flash, the lions pounced on the bemused, confused and horrified prophet. A cold stream of shock ran down the spines of the terrified onlookers.
Prophet Daniel Abodurin battled for his dear life but his strength was no match for that of the hefty lions, and in a moment, he was torn into pieces and devoured. His bloody red robe laid in shreds and his bible which he had flung away at the beginning of the attack was covered in dust. Stampede ensued in the zoo as people took to their heels after seeing such a horrible sight they will never forget in their lives.
The prophet’s remains were collected and later buried. That was how Prophet Daniel Abodurin met his


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CLIFFORD ORJI Nigeria’s First known Serial killer.

CLIFFORD ORJI Nigeria’s First known Serial killer.
Orji is originally from Enugu State, the south-eastern part of Nigeria but lived in Lagos state, the south western part of Nigeria where he originally guised as a razor-blade merchant but would later abandon the trade and proclaim himself to be a shaman and on multiple occasions would feign temporary insanity to dissuade people from coming close to his place of abode. Orji did not possess a house and lived under a bridge in Oshodi-Isolo In what could be well described as a lair and would later be commonly referred to as
'Clifford's kitchen." In the dead of the night, he usually blanketed the air around with the meat-like odour from his special barbecue. people merely suspected that this barbecue-loving recluse was not normal; that he was possibly mad but no one was prepared for the horrendous discovery of that haunting Wednesday.On February 3, 1999 A shrill cry of a famished and emaciated lady, waiting to be slaughtered, was what gave Orji away that Wednesday. The noise attracted passers-by who not only discovered the woman but also stumbled on a collection of human parts in Orji’s make-shift home. Human bones, skulls, legs, hands, freshly cooked soup with human meat, a cheque for ₦80,000, and a mobile phone, at a time when the G.S.M. had not been fully introduced to the Nigerian market, so only wealthy people had mobile phones. Surrounded, Orji ran but the crowd gave chase, no one noticed a small, emaciated woman imprisoned inside the tyres of Orji’s shack. It was only after he was caught and dragged back to watch the mob demolish his home that Awawu Lawal was discovered awaiting her turn on the menu. The sight of the filthy, starving woman drove the crowd wild. They beat her captor until the police arrived. Lawal died several days later after falling into a coma. The crowd then turned their attention to a man they knew to be Orji’s friend, Tahiru Aliyu. He lived nearby The mob tore his shack down too, and found a 4m pit underneath where some of the victims were kept ...
before they were killed and cooked. The cannibal told the police he would entrance women by blowing on their foreheads and they would then follow him back to the underpass. “I will have a sexual affair with her to a state of coma before we slaughter her and roast,” he said. “I am not alone. I have between four and 10 people. They take their own parts and go while I wait for another `meat’.” Orji’s statement to the police has fuelled speculation that he was butchering his victims for more than his own consumption. People in the area said they regularly saw upmarket cars stopping beneath the flyover. To some it explains why none of the victims heads have been found. In Nigeria there is a discreet trade in body parts for religious or medicinal ceremonies. At a news conference organized by the police, Orji confessed to kidnapping, murder and cannibalism, saying that he and his accomplice "had been eating human meat for the past seven years before coming to Lagos. It is our culture to eat human meat." On December 7, 2000, he was remanded for murder in Kirikiri Prison, which is Nigeria's only super-maximum prison.
In April 2012, after approximately 12 years in prison without his case coming to trial, Orji sued the Attorney-General of Lagos State, Ade Ipaye, for unlawful imprisonment. Prison authorities stated that they had been unable to have him treated for mental illness, which had progressed and he could not be tried when insane. He died at the age of 46 on August 17, 2012. An autopsy established that his death was from natural causes.


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His Night Class Experience

was feeling the mounting pressure of the upcoming exams, and as the date drew near, I realized I needed to step up my game. Night classes seemed like the perfect solution to catch up on all the material I'd been procrastinating about.

I had already made plans with my friend Chika to start attending night classes the following day. We were determined to utilize the quiet and conducive environment at school to study and prepare as much as we could during the evenings. It felt like the perfect plan to salvage our impending academic crisis.

However, just as I was getting mentally prepared for the night classes, a neighbor's friend unexpectedly dropped by, and as soon as he settled in, he began narrating a harrowing tale of how his phone and other smart gadgets were stolen from him the night before. His detailed account of the unfortunate event was so vivid, I began to feel a tinge of unease creeping in. I couldn't help but worry about the safety of our belongings, especially at night and in an environment that appeared vulnerable.

As he continued recounting every upsetting detail and the unsettling realities of nighttime security, doubts started to cloud my mind. The thought of immersing myself in late-night study sessions suddenly seemed less appealing, and my determination wavered.

After the neighbor's friend had left, and I had a moment to ponder his story, a part of me wanted to abandon the idea of attending the night classes altogether. The fear of potential theft and danger loomed large in my mind, and I found myself second-guessing the decision to study late outside the safety of my home.

Despite the lingering doubts, I ultimately decided to stick with the plan to attend night classes. The exams were fast approaching, and I couldn't afford to let fear hinder my determination to succeed. I convinced myself that with reasonable precautions and a watchful eye, I could make the most of the dedicated study time in the night classes. I reassured myself that the benefits of intense and focused study sessions would outweigh the potential risks.

And so, with a mix of apprehension and determination, I resolved to go ahead with the plan. I had already made a commitment to Chika, and I wasn't about to back down now. I knew that the looming exams demanded my full attention and effort, and in the end, that was what mattered most. So, armed with resolve and caution, I prepared myself to embark on this late-night academic endeavor, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

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SÈKÈRÈ: THE STORY BEHIND IT

SÈKÈRÈ: THE STORY BEHIND IT
Sèkèrè belongs to the royal family of the Aláàfin of Old Òyó. The history is as follows: there was a time when Aláàfin and others, were in Ayò-Olópón game contest. The head of Sèkèrè drummer visited them to inform the king about the death of his beloved son. Ológbò and his group made the Sèkèrè with calabash rattles, and put cowries inside it, covered it, they shook it, passing the message that his son just died. He was so engrossed with the savour of the ayò that he began to dance. It was at this period, that he was verbally informed. He was unable to cry because Sèkèrè had already made him happy but accepted it in good faith. Since this time, it was generally believed that any child of any king that dies, they should not use Sèkèrè to inform the king again i. e.
“Sèkèrè k ìí ròde ìbánújé” meaning “Sèkèrè is banned from engaging in any sorrowful outing”.

Aláàfin should not mourn.

The Oríkì of Sèkèrè is as follows:-

"Ajé onírè kò kúkú nírè
O lówó bodé
Towó towó ni Sèkèrè sùn
Towó towó ni Sèkèrè jí
Sèkèrè ò sì kí r òde ìbànújé"

Aláàfin Onisile (1742-1750) was of the military disposition with an abundance of courage. Added to the Òyó heritage during the reign was the use of Sèkèrè gourds around which beads were strung and entwined so the rhythmic abrasion would produce splendid melody. Cowries were the seed material before then.

In the olden days, they kept Sèkèrè at a corner known as Kòrò Ajé meaning corner of prosperity, but now, people take it to their different rooms.

Aláàfin loves and admires Sèkèrè (rattle gourds).
Sèkèrè is the musical instrument that the Aláàfin dance.
Sèkèrè came into existence before drum beating.

It is a taboo for any member of Sèkèrè family not to have a Sèkèrè in their house for identification. It is not only this, but also to do annual festival to perform rituals to appease and appreciate the spirit of Sèkèrè for guidance, protection, provisions and gift of life.

Furthermore, if anyone does not belong to the family of Alu Sèkèrè, he or she is not entitled to practice it.

Sèkèrè is used, during the installation ceremony of kings. Also the presence of Sèkèrè is very important before a king can welcome any important visitor since it is claimed to have spiritual powers in the making.

Sèkèrè is used when the king is going for any outing.
The Sèkèrè drummers visit the palace once in a month, on every 28 day of the traditional Yorùbá Calendar, which falls always on a Friday (Jàkúta Olóyin) and, they also visit on special invitations by the king in case of emergency.

The former Sèkèrè was made by putting cowries inside the calabash, cover it and be shaking it to bring out rhythms, but over time, it was developed upon, using cotton thread to wound the cowries around the calabash.

Sèkèrè People are called Alájé ibodè – The prosperous man at the gate.


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Oil theft and kidnapping for ransom in Nigeria 🇳🇬

Oil theft and kidnapping for ransom in Nigeria 🇳🇬
If care is not taken, nothing is impossible as history might set to repeat itself, this is Nigeria.

The Untold Story of ST Oredein, a Political Godfather Who Became a Robbery Kingpin

There was no one in Western Nigeria who did not know S. T. Oredein. If there was such a person, he must have just arrived from Planet Jupiter. Chief Samuel Taiwo Oredein was not just a politician. He was politics personified. He was a kingmaker. He was a godfather. In fact, he was the Big Boss.

Oredein belonged to the exclusive club of the seven people who partnered with Chief Obafemi Awolowo to establish the Action Group which became the party that produced the first premier of the region. You don’t know the other founders? I will tell you. They are: Abiodun Akerele, Ade Akinsanya, J. O. Adigun, S. O. Shonibare, Ayo Akinsanya, and Olatunji Dosunmu.

Founders of the Action Group
ST did not hold a cabinet position. He was however more powerful than some Ministers of government. He was the Principal Organising Secretary of the Action Group in the First Republic. It is on record that ST had legal authority to issue query to Ministers and chairmen of government’s statutory corporations. It was Chief Oredein that broke the news of Segun's death to Chief Awolowo.

As an acclaimed authority on political moblisation, he also wrote a book. He was the author of A Manual on Action Group Party Organisation. It was published in 1955.

When the news broke in 1971 of his involvement in a case of armed robbery, it was greeted with shock and unbelief. It must have been a mistake, people thought. Or could it have been a political frame-up?

Today, Onigegewura brings you the story of a political godfather who became a robbery kingpin.

On April 13, 1971, Nigerians woke up to hear the news of an armed robbery attack on Bacita Road. Bacita is a small town in Kwara State. It used to be a very popular town in the past. It is the location of Nigerian Sugar Company. When the company was established in 1964, it was the first integrated sugar factory in Nigeria. The town even has an airstrip.

The armed robbery attack was as daring as it was audacious. It was carried out with military precision. Two officers of Barclays Bank and two policemen who were in the vehicles that were attacked by the armed robbers were seriously wounded. One of the wounded persons later died of his injuries at the hospital. (And in case you are wondering what happened to the then Barclays Bank, it is the bank that became our present day Union Bank of Nigeria Plc.)

At the end of the ‘operation’, the armed robbers went away with a box containing thirteen thousand pounds. That was a lot of money in 1971. Chief Awolowo was then the Finance Minister and with his prudent management of Nigerian economy, our pound was almost at par with the British pound.

Barclays Bank Building
Mr. Kam Salem was the Inspector General of Police at the time. The Kam Salem House on Moloney Street, Obalende, Lagos is named after him. He directed all police formations across the country to fish out those behind the attack. The police spread its dragnet and within days of the robbery, Felix Dumeh, the leader of the gang was arrested. Nigerians jubilated when they heard the news.

Felix did not make any attempt to deny being the ringleader. He promised to cooperate with the police. He told his interrogators that although he was the leader of the gang, he was not the real brain behind the daring raid. Felix must have at some point in his life aspired to be a musician. He began to sing like a canary. He started to mention names.

The investigators listened in shock as Felix began to mention one name after another. He was not mentioning names of common criminals that the police officers were familiar with. The names of people he mentioned as his backers, protectors and shareholders were names of people you only read about in newspapers.

The first person he mentioned was a Chief Superintendent of Police at the State Criminal Investigation Department in Ibadan, Patrick Njovens. The interrogators opened their mouth in wonder. Felix threw another bomb when he mentioned Mr. Yesufu Bello, an Assistant Superintendent of Police also of CID, Ibadan. The third person he listed as his backer was Amusa Abidogun, a Chief Inspector of Police stationed in Ibadan.

The investigators thought they had heard everything. They didn’t know that egun nla ni o n kehin igbale. It is the biggest masquerade that is the last to come out of the grove. Then Felix spoke again. The name came out in a whisper. It was the name they were all familiar with. I have already told you that there was no one in the Western Region that did not know High Chief Oredein.

Iya Agba, my grandmother, used to tell me that when a child’s net catches a tilapia, the child eats it alone. But when the net catches a shark, the child must run to his father. The investigators knew immediately that this was not a tilapia. The fish they were looking at was nothing but a shark. They went to brief their superior.

The Kwara State Commissioner of Police was Mr. Sunday Adewusi. He was later to serve as the Inspector General of Police between 1981 and 1983. Ha! You remember him? He was the IGP when Alhaji Shehu Shagari was the President.

Mr. Adewusi sent his officers to Ibadan Command to investigate the matter. On getting to Ibadan, Adewusi’s officers were arrested by the three senior police officers they were sent to arrest! You are saying “Haba!” The hunters became the hunted. The Ilorin officers were later thrown out of the station! They were warned never to come to Ibadan again.

The three senior officers however didn’t reckon with Adewusi’s tenacity. He came back and got the three of them arrested. He took them to Ilorin. He also invited Chief Oredein for a 'chat'.

Chief Oredein arrived at the Police Command in a grand style. He came to Ilorin in his Mercedes car with its unique plate number: WR 6666. He expected it to be a brief meeting. He had engagements later that day in Ibadan and he had promised to be back at his base before nightfall.

Unknown to ST, the police had done their homework thoroughly. They had painstakingly investigated the case and gathered relevant evidence and related materials before inviting the political godfather. One of the people that the police met in the course of their investigation was Mustapha Adigun who was popularly called Balewa. He got the nickname from the abbreviation of his first name, Tafa! But he was never a Prime Minister. He was also called Tafa Igiripa by some people.

Adigun claimed that Oredein was his boss during the days of politics when he (Adigun) was the head of ST’s political boys. He informed the police that in the evening of the day of the armed robbery attack, he went with his boss to the house of Felix Dumeh. In addition to his boss, the three police officers mentioned by Felix were also present. I am not sure they were wearing police uniforms for that special assignment.

Felix was said to have brought out a bottle of schnapps and some pieces of alligator pepper. He opened the bottle and poured a little quantity on the floor and also threw some alligator pepper on the floor. Like a Chief Priest, Felix then raised the bottle of the alcoholic drink and said: “this thing wey tin we dey do, God make it no let it prove.” They all chorused amen to the solemn prayers. Felix then drank out of the bottle and chewed one alligator pepper. The four of them also drank out of the bottle and chewed alligator pepper.

Oath taking and prayers completed, Felix went to bring a brown paper bag. It was the size of a carton. He gave it to Oredein. ST was about to open the carton when Amusa Abidogun, the Chief Inspector of Police snatched it from him. Abidogun passed the carton to his superior officer Njovens, with a smart police salute. You know seniority is important in the Force. It was the Chief Superintendent of Police who finally opened the paper bag. It was full of currency.

Njovens looked suspiciously at the carton, his eyes made a mental calculation of the total sum. “How much?” He asked. Felix raised his spread left palm before saying “Five.” The senior police officer shook his head. “Is that the arrangement? Before, the arrangement was seven” Felix began to fidget. “The boys are too many on it.” Well, half a loaf of bread was still bread. Five or Seven, Njovens was not one to reject money. Akosapo la n ko owo. The proper way to reject money is to put it in your pocket, as Iya Agba used to say.

Oredein was stunned when he arrived at the police headquarters to meet both Adigun and Felix. Commissioner Adewusi asked them to repeat what they told the police. They did. In the presence of Oredein, Felix confirmed Adigun’s statement that it was Oredein that first received the carton of money from him before Abidogun snatched it from him.

The former Principal Organising Secretary of the Action Group looked blankly at Felix. With a straight face and a deadpan expression, he denied knowing Felix or ever visiting his house. Njovens, Bello and Abidogun also made feeble attempts to deny knowing Felix. Later they started to beg the future IGP to assist them because it was the devil that actually used them to collect the money. “Ise asetani ni. Mo fi Anabi ati Jesu Krisiti beyin!” That was from Alhaji Amusa Abidogun, the Chief Inspector. He offered to return part of his own share.

Chief Oredein, the master strategist, realized that the cards were stacked against him. He checked his sleeve to see whether he had an ace he could use. He found none. It was then he reluctantly admitted that all that Adigun who was also known as Tafa Igiripa said was correct. However, the Chief denied that the money was in one-pound denomination as stated by Adigun. Adigun maintained his stand. Finally, ST nodded his head that the money was actually in one-pound denomination.

It was over the radio that people heard the news. Chief Oredein had been arrested and would be arraigned in Court for armed robbery! Armed robbery! It must have been a case of mistaken identity. It could not have been the Chief S. T. Oredein that they knew. Armed robbery! Ki lo pa alaso funfun ati alaro po? What could have been the connection with the owner of a white cloth and a dyer?

In truth, Chief Oredein was not a poor man by any standard. Everybody knew he was a man of means. Ohun ti a ko mo ni a ko mo, eni ti o ba ti ri oyun oyinbo ti mo pe omo pupa ni o ma fi bi. It is a well-known fact that the product of a white woman's pregnancy would always be fair in complexion. Between 1942 and 1962, Chief Oredein had erected six buildings. And mind you, we are not talking of four-bedroom ‘boys quarters’ in a village o! We are talking of real buildings in strategic locations. Four of the houses were at Ibadan. He built one at Oshodi. The sixth building was in a prime area in Ikeja.

What of automobiles? ST had a total of nine vehicles, including cars and lorries for both his business and personal use. He was not only sagacious on the political field. He was also productive in the other room. He was blessed with more than 30 children.

Finally the day of the trial arrived. People had travelled all the way from Lagos, Ibadan and Ogere to Ilorin to confirm whether it was truly the Chief Oredein that was arrested. To the surprise of many of his supporters and friends, it was the author of the book on political organisation himself that was brought to court.

ST was arraigned alongside the three senior police officers. They were charged with abetting the commission of a robbery and of receiving stolen property as well as offence of harbouring known offenders. In other words, they were charged with receiving 5,000 pounds from the armed robbers in order to screen them from legal punishment for the offence.

It was a criminal trial like no other. It was a battle of giants. Chief Oredein and Patrick Njovens briefed Chief Rotimi Williams to appear for them. Bello and Abidogun retained the services of Mr. Richard Akinjide. The prosecution was led by the Director of Public Prosecutions for Kwara State, Mr. Anthony Ekundayo. The three senior lawyers proved their mettle.

The trial judge was a relatively young judge, having been appointed to the Bench only two years before the trial. However, what My Lord Justice Moradeyo Adesiyun lacked in age, His Lordship made up with uncommon brilliance and exemplary courage.

At the trial, Chief Oredein testified that on the day of the robbery he was at his hometown, Ogere having left Ibadan around 6.30pm on that day and only came back to Ibadan the following day. He admitted that it was true that Adewusi confronted him on May 26 with Felix Dumeh but he stated that he denied there and then the allegations of Dumeh. His principal witness was his solicitor who claimed that he was with Chief on April 13 from about 3pm to 11pm. Chief also called an Imam and a farmer as his witnesses. They all testified that he was at Ogere on the evening of April 13.

The trial was not only being conducted in the courtroom. From Ilorin to Ibadan, From Lagos to Enugu, From Port Harcourt to Ile-Ife, people were also busy conducting their own versions of the trial. Would the young judge be able to convict ST if he was found guilty? Would AG leaders allow their former colleague to go to prison for robbery?

When His Lordship adjourned the matter to December 28, 1971 for judgment, speculations began afresh. It was said that it was to enable the judge to release the accused before the end of the year. Some said that thanksgiving services had been planned to coincide with the New Year. All Nigerians waited with bated breath for the judgment day.

Finally, the day arrived. It was a Tuesday. It was three days after Christmas and three days before the New Year.

The four accused persons were brought to the Court in a Black Maria. If ST felt any apprehension, it was not apparent. As he was led to the court, Oredein gave the sign of victory to the crowd of spectators who had come from far and near to hear the verdict. It was a good sign. It was a sign of victory. His people became happy.

Hon. Justice Moradeyo Adesiyun began by reviewing the charges against the four of them. His Lordship extensively analysed and appraised the evidence. When His Lordship noted the fact that the accused were not at the scene of the crime, Oredein turned to smile at the people in the courtroom. He would soon be on his way home.

Then came the moment. His Lordship found that though the accused persons were not physically present at the scene of the armed robbery, they had prior knowledge of the robbery before it took place and that the three of them who were police officers did nothing to prevent the robbery. His Lordship also found that they all received proceeds of the robbery.

Justice Adesiyun therefore came to the conclusion that the accused persons were guilty of the charges against them.

Chief Oredein could not believe his ears. Guilty as charged? He was not going to be free? His native cap which he had been holding, in deference to the authority of the court, clattered to the floor with a thud. The High Chief from Ogere Remo stood still as if he was Opa Oranmiyan in Ile-Ife. It was Yesufu Bello who was standing beside him that nudged him back to reality. “Chief, 'they' are asking if you have anything to say.”

Oredein had not prepared any allocutus. He had not expected to be convicted. Ko si eni ti o gbe oju fifo le adiye ori aba. Who could have imagined that a mother hen would fly off from her hatchery? You don't know allocutus? It is another Latin word they taught us in Law School. It is a statement made by a defendant who has been found guilty before he is sentenced. It is like 'A beg, tamper justice with mercy' that a Lagos bus driver would tell you after breaking the side mirror of your Range Rover.

Allocutus or no allocutus, something must be said. The court had only convicted, His Lordship had not yet pronounced their sentences. Perhaps something could still be done. His eyes scanned the crowded courtroom. It appeared he was looking for someone or something. Whatever he was looking for was not in the court. He turned back to His Lordship.

Oredein pleaded for leniency. In a very moving voice, he informed the court of his past travails: “First it was the treasonable felony and conspiracy trial, but I was acquitted at the Supreme Court. Second, the Aberenla murder trial came, and I was in custody for 11 months before I was freed at Ijebu-Ode High Court. I humbly plead for Your Lordship’s forgiveness.”

Of course you know the treasonable felony trial the Chief referred to. The Aberenla trial he mentioned was the case over the murder of Ogunkoya Aberenla who was the Leader of Ogere Remo's branch of Nigerian National Democratic Party of Chief Ladoke Akintola (Not to be confused with the party of the same name established by Herbert Macaulay in 1922). Aberenla's body was never found. Onigegewura will write about his mysterious disappearance soon.

Justice Adesiyun looked at the accused persons. “If you had any conscience, you should drop your heads in shame.” His Lordship observed that they were lucky not to have been caught by the amendment to the Robbery and Firearms Decree which provided death by public execution for convicted armed robbers and those found to have aided and abetted armed robbery.

His Lordship therefore sentenced each of them to life imprisonment. There was no Federal Court of Appeal in those days. It was only Western State that had a Court of Appeal and Kwara was not part of Western State.

The four of them ran all the way to the Supreme Court.

On May 3, 1973, the Supreme Court delivered its judgment. My Lord Justice Coker who delivered the judgment of the apex court dismissed the appeal of all the convicted persons and affirmed the life sentences imposed on them by the trial court.

Chief Rotimi Williams later became a Senior Advocate of Nigeria. Mr. Richard Akinjide became a Chief, a Senior Advocate of Nigeria, and Attorney General of the Federation. Mr. Anthony Ekundayo, the DPP, was elevated to the Bench as a Justice of the High Court of Kwara State. The trial Judge, My Lord Adesiyun was also elevated. His Lordship served as the Chief Judge of Benue Statel from 1976 until his retirement in 1985.

History Does Not Forget! Historian is not a judge, History is.

I thank you most warmly for your time.


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OLOOLU: THE FATHER OF ALL MASQUERADE IN YORUBA LAND.

OLOOLU: THE FATHER OF ALL MASQUERADE IN YORUBA LAND.
Recalling the history and importance of one of the greatest masquerades in Ibadan and Yorubaland as a whole, the head of Aje family in Ode Aje, Ibadan, where the Oloolu masquerade originated, Chief Oyerinde, disclosed that their great forefather, Ayo̩rinde Aje, who was a warrior along with Ogunmo̩la, Ajayi Ogbori-e̩fo̩n, Ibikunle, O̩de̩rinde, O̩de̩rinlo̩ went on a war expedition in O̩gbagi in Akoko local government in Ondo State and Oloolu was a great war masquerade in that town and was so powerful such that no one could confront him during the war.

”Nobody could defeat Oloolu during that war but it was our father, Ayo̩rinde Aje that fought him and removed his regalia and costumes, before he was brought to Ibadan as a slave.

His eyes caught the Egungun’s outfit that attracted him. But as he moved towards the shrine where the outfit was kept, the war captive warned Aje Ayo̩rinde not to go near it because it could put his life in jeopardy.

Hence the name Oloolu, that is, O-LU-NKAN, meaning ‘you will put your life in peril. Ayo̩rinde took the advice but ordered his captive to take the outfit along with him back to Ibadan. He also ordered the wife of the captive to accompany her husband to Ibadan. The woman refused. In his annoyance, Ayo̩rinde beheaded her and ordered the captured husband to carry the woman’s head along to Ibadan in addition to the Oloolu outfit.

That woman’s head is what is permanently placed on the masquerade. It is the original one. It is because of the head that every woman is barred from setting eyes on the Oloolu. Any woman who sees the real Oloolu – not his pictures – will surely die. It is also true that the first person the Ololu sees on his first day in an annual Egungun festival will die. The Olubadan usually warns the populace to take precautions.

During an ancient time in Ibadan, there was famine, ill-health and crisis in the land and all the elders and chiefs were looking for a way out, that was how Ayo̩rinde Aje suggested that Oloolu should carry the rituals to appease the gods, immediately he carried the rituals, there was rain and everything got back to normal in Ibadan.

Oloolu helped Ibadan to be what it is today. Since then anybody that is the head of the Aje family becomes the custodian of Oloolu masquerade.

No other Egungun must be seen on the streets whenever the Oloolu is out. That Egungun will certainly perish. During the reign of Olubadan Dada, and Egungun called Ipo̩nri-Iku tried it, I was then a small boy, quoted Chief Oyerinde. "Ipo̩nri-Iku came out on the same day the Oloolu was out. He challenged the Oloolu to do his worst.

Oloolu then dropped a special cowry on the ground and challenged Ipo̩nri-Iku to pick it up. Ipo̩nri-Iku bent down to pick the cowry. He could not. His backbone was broken instantly. Ipo̩nri-Iku could no longer stand up.

His followers had to carry him home. Ipo̩nri-Iku died on the same day. Since that day, no other Egungun has dared to challenge the Oloolu".

According to Chief Oyerinde, ”any area in Ibadan where the people try to fight the Oloolu anytime he is out, such areas will continue to experience bloodshed, and that is what is happening in Opopo Yeo̩sa area till date, because they tried to beat Oloolu there sometimes ago.

Oloolu is so great that he gives the barren children, he provides for the needy, he prospers business among other good things he can give an individual who is ready to serve him”

The Oloolu masquerade is an individual masquerade. It has its unique attire which looks like an elongated pyramid made from different pieces of clothes and a net.

The most bizarre piece of the Oloolu masquerade is that it has the skull of a woman as its crown. As the Oloolu dances round the city in its strange rhythm with a female skull dangling on its head, the bearer proudly displays the human bone while accompanying the dreaded cult figure.

The bearer of Oloolu must not wear shoes nor carry any kind of load on his head. Also, he must not go to bed with any of his wives 30 days before coming out.

In fact, a few days before the festival opens, all females must vacate his compound and return after the Oloolu festival is over. Besides, he must not carry a child on his shoulders with his feet slung round his neck.‎

Of all the Egunguns worshipped in Ibadan and probably in all of Yorubaland, none is as dreaded as the Egungun Oloolu (Oloolu Masquerade).

This cult figure is believed to have immense supernatural powers and one of these is the ability to mysteriously kill the first person, man or woman who sets his or her eyes on the Oloolu (in his weird costume which is usually kept inside its own special shrine).


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NIGHT DRIVING TIPS YOU SHOULD KNOW.

NIGHT DRIVING TIPS YOU SHOULD KNOW.
1. Clean Your Windshield
Dust that you might not notice during the day can build up on the inside, too, so it’s important to clean your windshield both inside and out.

2. Check Your Lights
Are your headlight and taillights in good working order? Are they aimed properly? What about your turn signals?

3. Don’t Look Into the Light
Try not to look directly into the lights of oncoming traffic.

4. Increase following Distance and Reduce Speed
If you can’t stop within the illuminated area you’re too close!

5. Be Seen on the Side
If you need to pull over, be sure you’re easily seen by other drivers. Carry reflective triangles, turn on your hazard lights.

6. Don’t be Distracted
Whether you’re texting, fiddling with the radio Taking your attention off the road is dangerous.

7. Watch for Pedestrians
Always take extra time to watch for pedestrians and cyclists

8. Don’t Drink and Drive
Don’t put yourself or others at risk by driving under the influence. Use defensive driving techniques

Have a good night


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They don′t envy themselves

They don′t envy themselves
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See as many as they're, they have so much love for each other.

Stop one person and see the rest sit and wait for him and if the slippers is more than one, the person you stopped will hand over the other slippers to his brother to repair.

Their love is real, they're not greedy.

Real Hausa people are truthful and kind.
Base on those I've met and they love each other . if u happen to be a type that can speak their language they wil love you more

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Table Conversations

Table Conversations
I went to a restaurant for dinner, and I noticed three people at a nearby table having a passionate argument about God's existence. They were quite intense about their positions.

One person, a professor, strongly believed in atheism and used scientific and philosophical reasons to argue against the existence of God. On the opposite side, a young woman was deeply religious and talked about her personal experiences and faith. She believed in God with all her heart.

I decided to join the conversation, not to pick sides, but to share the idea that the discussion itself was valuable.
The professor shared a story about his journey from religious belief to atheism, explaining how he had been a fervent believer in his youth but had gradually come to question his faith as he went into science and philosophy.

The young woman recalled a memorable time in her life when she felt that her prayers had been answered in a miraculous way. She also talked about her experiences volunteering at a local charity, where she saw what she believed were acts of divine intervention in the lives of those in need.
As the evening continued, we touched on the role of religion in society, its influence on culture, and the importance of interfaith dialogue and mutual respect.

In the end, while we didn't solve the mystery of God's existence, we left with a deeper understanding and appreciation for the different ways people seek meaning in their lives. The restaurant conversation had brought us together.

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How it was before now

Once upon a time, in the vibrant land of Nigeria, a peculiar phenomenon began to unfold. It all started with a series of comical misunderstandings that snowballed into a nationwide frenzy. The people of Nigeria, known for their resilience and humor, found themselves caught in a whirlwind of confusion and laughter.
It began innocently enough when a mischievous politician, known for his quick wit, made a sarcastic comment during a public speech. Unfortunately, his words were taken literally by a journalist who lacked a sense of humor. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, the entire nation was convinced that Nigeria was on the brink of disintegration.
As the rumor mill churned, the people of Nigeria couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Memes and jokes flooded social media, and even the most serious politicians couldn't resist joining in on the laughter. The streets echoed with laughter, and the air was filled with a sense of camaraderie as Nigerians embraced their shared absurdity.
Days turned into weeks, and the disintegration rumor became a national pastime. People organized disintegration-themed parties, complete with costumes and mock debates. The media, realizing the nation's appetite for humor, dedicated entire segments to satirical discussions on the topic. It seemed that Nigeria had found a unique way to unite its diverse population through laughter.
In the end, the disintegration rumor faded away, but the memory of that hilarious period remained etched in the hearts of Nigerians. It became a symbol of their ability to find joy even in the face of uncertainty. And so, Nigeria continued to thrive, not just as a nation but as a testament to the power of humor and resilience.


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Abandoned Soviet-era Train in Russia.

Abandoned Soviet-era Train in Russia.
Abandoned Soviet-era Train in Russia.

During the Cold War, Russia parked hundreds of old trains on old tracks as a backup railway. They're all steam engines; the idea was they could still be used if something happened to the Russian electric grid.

In Russia's central Perm region in particular, a cemetery lies on the sidetrack. Instead of tombs and headstones, it is filled with trains from the 20th century. There are dozens of steam locomotives, the oldest dating back to 1936 and the youngest from 1956. They sit on rusty rails, in the middle of overgrown vegetation.

At that time, around 140 locomotives were docked there. But, as electric power replaced steam, these reserve trains hit the end of the line. As railway authorities waned, maintenance work on the locomotives eventually came to a complete halt, leaving the way for rust.

Many of the trains have been bought and taken away by Chinese owners. Others have been restored to become exhibits at museums and memorials.


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Robbers jubilate in video after attacking banks

This brazen attack tragically resulted in the loss of seven lives, among them three valiant police officers who were defending the premises. The incident happened in Benue State, Otukpo. The armed robbers were spreading money on the road when going. The incident happened more than hour in a broad day light.


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Real or Unreal

Real or Unreal
Last week, I had an encounter that left me both puzzled and contemplative. It started as a normal day, and I had no idea that it would lead me to witness something extraordinary. As I went about my usual routine, I heard whispers about a pastor who possessed the power to heal the sick. Intrigued, I decided to see this phenomenon for myself.

The news of the pastor's arrival had spread like wildfire, and a crowd had gathered in a local park. Curiosity got the better of me, and I made my way through the people, eager to see what was unfolding. As I approached, my eyes fell upon a woman who was raving mad, her disheveled hair and torn clothes a testament to her troubled state.

I couldn't help but wonder how this pastor was going to heal her. I had seen many individuals claim miraculous abilities, but something felt different this time. What puzzled me even more was that none of my friends or neighbors seemed to recognize her. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air, a complete stranger.

As the pastor took center stage, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. He began to speak with a commanding voice, invoking the power of God to heal the afflicted. The crowd watched intently, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Slowly, the pastor approached the woman, his hands outstretched in a gesture of compassion. The atmosphere crackled with a mixture of skepticism and hope. As he laid his hands on her, a profound sense of calm washed over the woman. To my astonishment, her frenzied state began to subside, and a serene expression replaced her distorted features.

I stood there, my mind racing with thoughts. Was this some well-orchestrated act? Was the woman a mere pawn in a grand scheme? It seemed unlikely that no one in the crowd recognized her. But at the same time, I witnessed a change in her, a transformation that couldn't be denied.

Despite the doubts swirling within me, I couldn't help but recognize the power of God at work. Whether it was orchestrated or not, the impact I witnessed was real. The healing touch of the pastor had brought peace to a tormented soul, and that was undeniably powerful.

As the crowd erupted into applause and thankful prayers, I couldn't shake the conflict within me. On one hand, I questioned the authenticity of the arrangement and the hidden motives behind it. On the other hand, I couldn't deny the true power of God that had touched that woman's life.

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My Personal Testimony

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