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19/09/2025

Governor Siminialayi Fubara of Rivers State has failed to return to the state after the expiration of the Emergency Rule

25/08/2025

Celebrating my 1st year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

25/08/2025

So, on the bus today, someone brought out a real iPhone 14 Pro Max and was offering to sell it to my friend for 75k last. He said his mother was in the hospital, and they needed 75k for the surgery, which was why he needed the exact amount.

Since he mentioned 75k, my friend started pricing it for 50k.

To buy was hungrying him.

I collected it and checked.

Everything is working fine. The screen of the phone had the seller's picture as Screen saver.

I told my friend that the phone could be stolen.

He said even though it is, he would flash it and change the casing or resell it immediately.

That is how my friend paid, through transfer despite my warnings.

I was just holding the phone and looking at it in shock.

At a point I wished it was me that bought it.

But kai.

50k for iPhone?

No na.

No amount of desperation would make me sell for 50k.

We alighted from the bus and waved at the man who said he was rushing to the hospital to begin the process of the surgery with the money.

My friend and I sat down under a tree to look at the phone he had bought again.

While the phone, it turned off.

The screen could not turn on again.

We felt it was battery so we decided to find a place to charge it.

Suddenly, the screen turned on again.

We started seeing the screen showing.....Searching...

The search icon stayed for like 2 minutes, rotating like planet Earth.

Then it switched to..."Tracking... Tracking... Tracking..."

I was the one holding the phone at that moment.

I quickly gave my friend his phone to hold first.

He didn't collect it again.

He said I should hold it.

I didn't understand anymore. So I shouted at him.

"Bro collect your phone na."

"Shey you the hold am. Just the hold am de go na. Make e track finish."

"Track who?"

"The thing e dey track." I said.

"He asked Which thing?

I said Oga hold your phone."

"Calm down na. We no know wetin e the track. Shey I dey here na. Hold am. Maybe e dey track network" He said.

"Hiaaann... Let it continue tracking network in your hand abeg. Hold your phone biko."

I shoved the phone in his pocket and began to walk home.

Suddenly from behind my friend shouted and ran passed me.

I joined him to run...

While running I was asking him.

"Kelechi.. Why are you running?"

Kelechi shouted back.

"The phone show location found."

"Which location?"

"I no know o. Maybe na our location."

I was still running right with Kelechi when I saw that he was running with the phone in his hand.

I turned back silently and started running left.

Left was a bush.

But I didn't mind.

I kept following it and running for my life.

Only for me to turn back and see Kelechi following me behind with the phone still in his hand. Copied

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06/08/2025

The Day Nigeria Stood Still – Fela’s Farewell in a Glass Casket"

When Fela Anikulapo Kuti died on August 2, 1997, it wasn’t just the death of a man — it was the passing of a movement. Lagos, and indeed much of Nigeria, went silent. But then, it erupted in song, in drums, in tears, and in dance — a final tribute to the Abami Eda.

Days later, a glass casket was placed in the middle of Tafawa Balewa Square. Inside lay the man who had spoken truth to power, the man who defied military regimes with saxophone in hand and fire in his lyrics. It was a sight like no other.

Thousands flooded the venue. Men and women from all walks of life — fans, fellow musicians, market women, even people who had once criticized him — all came to pay their respects. His body, dressed in vibrant Ankara, lay peaceful, as if still listening to the rhythm of Afrobeat echoing from massive loudspeakers.

Some came in full traditional attire, others with fists raised high, chanting:
“FELA! FELA!! FELA!!!”

There were weeping mothers, young students who’d memorized his lyrics, and elders who had danced to his tunes in the 70s. The air was thick with heat, incense, and emotion.

As the sun set, his glass casket was carried through the streets of Lagos in a procession that lasted hours. Traffic stopped. Time slowed. The people of Kalakuta, and Nigeria at large, had come out for their hero.

He was later buried at his home in Ikeja, but his spirit never left.

Fela didn’t just die.
He transitioned.
And in that moment, a nation remembered how deeply one man could shake the system — and still be loved.
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06/08/2025

Alwan Hassan, a northern chieftain of the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC), has declared that the North will not vote for Peter Obi in the 2027 presidential election because he is involved in alcohol importation.

06/08/2025