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OPINION: Murder And Vengeance In Okuama
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By Lasisi Olagunju
I have a very senior police officer friend whose nickname is Ambush. On the front of my friend’s left shoulder is an ugly scar. At the back of the shoulder is an even bigger scar. I remembered Ambush the day it became known that 17 soldiers were murdered in a community in Delta State. My friend got his scars two decades plus two years ago somewhere in the Niger Delta during a routine police assignment. His team walked into an ambush mounted by militants and a firework ensued. A bullet meant for my friend’s heart missed it by an inch. The bullet whistled into my friend’s shoulder, ripped through flesh and bone and escaped. He was carried off the war field by his colleagues with very little hope of making it. But he did. If he was a Yoruba, he would kneel down and affirm that it was his orí that declined taking that destiny of premature death – his inner head refused to accept fatal ambush.
That near-death experience gave my friend his nickname, Ambush. And he loves being so called.
I spoke with the officer last week. His first daughter was about three years old and his wife heavy with the second child when he suffered that shot. The daughter has left the university now, top of her class. We agreed that if he had died in that incident, his daughter’s destiny may have been fatally altered. She would not have had any serious memory of the father beyond his being a victim of Nigeria and the career he chose. We agreed that only the grace of God would have saved the child, the unborn and their mum from life’s effective abandonment.
We discussed the Federal Government’s promise to give the 17 dead soldiers a befitting burial complete with national honours. We thought that was highly thoughtful and commendable. But I pointed out to my friend that national honours do not pay school fees. We agreed on that truth and on the truth that tributes do not buy love and do not give the warmth which only a father and a husband can give. We agreed that life can be really ice-cold for widows and children without fathers or mothers or both.
We discussed other incidents that ended more tragically for persons we knew: The Ombatse mass murder of May 7, 2013 at Alakyo, Nasarawa State, saw a militia kill 74 security operatives. We knew one promising young man among the fallen. Many of those wasted souls were married with children. The ones that were not married had loved ones. What has happened to those they left behind? Some anti-kidnapping operatives were ambushed, overpowered and murdered by vandals in Ikorodu, Lagos State in September 2015. One of them was personally known to us. He was part of our team when we were in government. He left a family and a fiancée. Whatever anyone may have done or may be doing to mitigate the loss cannot compensate for the broken pot and the spilt water.
So, what eventually happened to those who shot my friend? He didn’t tell me. They don’t tell.
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You can’t convince soldiers not to avenge their colleagues’ death. Epe is one of the principal towns in today’s Lagos State. It is a community pockmarked by a fissured history of fights and recriminations. It is a two-in-one town made up of Ijebu Epe and Eko Epe. Thirteen years before Lagos became a colony, there was a case of killing and revenge killing of lead warriors in Epe. Celebrated Epe historian, Theophilus Avoseh (1960) recorded in his ‘A Short History of Epe’ that in about 1848, Epe and one of its neighbours, Makun Omi, had a trade dispute. One of Ijebu Epe’s war chiefs was Balogun Agoro. His counterpart in Makun Omi was a strong man called Nabintan. Nabintan warned Agoro not to come to his side to trade or there would be trouble. But Agoro was like William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar who thinks himself “elder and more terrible” than danger. You remember Caesar’s famous rebuff of warnings about the Ides of March: “Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he.” For Agoro, it was ibi tí wón bá ní kí gbégbé má gbé, ibè níí gbé. Ibi tí won ba ni ki tètè má tè, ibè níí tè… Like importunate Caesar, Agoro put his feet where he was warned not to. He went to the other side to trade in palm kernels and there was a fight and Agoro was murdered.
The historian wrote that a violent cry for vengeance rent the air in Epe: “The news of his assassination was soon broken to the Ijebu Epe, who trooping out to retaliate, drove and forbade the Makuns from fishing in their creeks. Makun people became apprehensive and as they were reduced to starvation by the measures taken by the Epes, they quickly appealed to Awujale Anikilaya to use his regal office to pacify the Epes. To engender mutual reconciliation and understanding, a date was fixed by the Awujale for the Epe and Makun people to meet at Epe Oju Alaro, Lagbade. During the settlement, however, Balogun Omini (of Epe) suddenly and without warning shot Nabintan dead with a gun. This resulted in a civil war. Omini praised himself for having revenged the assassination of Agoro and named himself ‘Omìní pa ohùn oba dà’ which interpreted means ‘Omini altered Awujale’s order for reconciliation.’ That was how it became a proverb in the town that ‘Ohun tí ó se Àgòrò tí kò bò ní Makun, òun náà ló se Nabintan tí kò bò ní Epe’ which means ‘the thing that prevented Agoro from coming back home from Makun has also prevented Nabintan from returning from Epe.’ The historian noted that the Awujale, who was initially angry at the killing was later pacified. Oba Anikilaya ‘winked at the offence’ and the fugitive offenders ‘returned to their respective homes.’”
Do not kill the Igúnnugún (vulture) of warriors so that you can live to see the year end. Kill the hornbill (àkàlàmàgbò) of the army and die this month. There is always a price to pay for every enemy action directed at soldiers.
Because we are far removed from the experience, some people are making excuses for the mass murder of soldiers in Okuama, Delta State. It takes very horrendous amounts of destruction for a storm abroad to make news at home. Distance is a factor when we interrogate tragedies. The farther they are, the less empathy we feel for the victims. Should it be like that? In my very long years as a reporter covering governors and governments, and in my short years in public office, I encountered and befriended persons across all professions. And, these included civil servants, doctors, nurses, soldiers, policemen, SSS operatives. Some of them have grown old and have retired. Some are dead. Many have grown tall and big and are still in service. They all dote on me and I monitor their career welfare and their personal wellbeing the way mother-hen casts furtive glances at its eggs. Every news of attack on service men or death in active service gives my heart a skip. Photographs and names of the murdered soldiers were released last week. I scanned the faces and skimmed through the names, holding my breath. None of them was known to me but all of them shared the human space with us. They did not deserve that death.
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How should we mourn them? Or how are we mourning them? A gush of regional and ethnic emotions flood our common course. Our partisan reactions question the humanness of our existence. The soldiers who fell were some parents’ sons; some ladies’ husbands; some children’s fathers. Their children no longer have a father to hug them; the kids do not again have a father for them to hug. The dead were brothers to some persons. The courses of those streams of life are altered forever – some now flow inexorably to extinction. It will only be in dreams that things will smell nice again for those families. Yet, we ethnicise the mass murder and conditionise condolence for the lost souls. Some pillory their memory because of the cyclone of their colleagues’ anger.
All through military history, those whose hens break soldiers’ pot of medicine always suffer mass loss of eggs. You heard that young soldier who went online to vow a revenge of the killings? I heard him and felt a chill at the cadence in his carefully chosen words: “We take good things to good people, bad things to bad people. Since you don price, you must collect.” That does not sound like a hollow boast from a lone wolf. If you think it is, scroll back to August last year when bandits killed scores of soldiers in Niger State. The Chief of Defence Staff, General Christopher Musa, uttered these words in August 2023: “When you have to bury your own, you feel very pained. I call on all commanders and troops all over Nigeria that we must avenge this. Those who did this and those who continue to kill our men wherever they are, we will smoke them out.” The young soldier issued his promise of revenge in poetry; the CDS’s pledge of vengeance was in plain prose. Those who wreaked the latest havoc in Delta should have listened to Musa’s unleavened words of last year. If they had taken heed and followed the word and the law, there would not have been this hackneyed talk about another deathly journey to Odi and a deadly detour to Zaki-Biam.
‘Revenge in Warfare’ is the title of an editorial comment published on May 27, 1861, by the defunct American newspaper, Springfield Daily Republican. It was in the early weeks of the American Civil War. A unit of soldiers from Massachusetts going to Washington was attacked by a pro-secession mob in Baltimore. The mob killed four soldiers. The newspaper said the Massachusetts troops “were proceeding so peaceably upon their patriotic errand, they had responded so promptly to the president’s call, the attack upon them and its fatal results thrilled the country’s heart, and men could hardly be restrained from taking the task of vengeance into their own hands.” There was a response from the troops, and the walls of Baltimore itself bore testimony to that day of murder and vengeance.
Vengeance and payback are ready companions to incidents of murder. In Yoruba, we say Akóda oró, kò dàbí àdágbèhìn – vengeance is always meaner than the original act of wickedness. You may call it retribution or reprisal or payback. If you like call it anything. All the wounded desires is to smash the thick walls of the enemy. A Second World War Soviet writer for the army wrote about why Germany must suffer fire. “When you walk through streets in the smoke of a conflagration, there is no pity in your heart. Let it burn – it is not a pity! I do not feel sorry for houses, I do not feel sorry for things. I do not feel sorry for the city. We have no pity left for Germans. Payback has come to Germany. May the robber’s nest become ashes and decay. Let them! Not a pity!” Whether in Russia or in America or in Nigeria, soldiers think that thought for whoever is the enemy that has visited them with death. It didn’t start with modern armies.
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The Warrior Ethos governs the conduct of soldiers. It has done so from Achilles to today, coast to coast. Americans have formalized the Ethos into four pledges: “I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade.” Not leaving a fallen comrade is at the heart of the present ‘war’ in the Niger Delta. And, if the military are not yielding the space to our pleadings for kindness and forgiveness, it is because the officers and men know as Prussian General, Carl von Clausewitz (1780-1831) observed in his ‘Vom Kriege’ that in the dangerous business of war, “the mistakes which come from kindness are the very worst.” So, if the air is presently heavy from Delta to Bayelsa in pursuit of the killers of our soldiers, the forces expect us to understand.
But, I join in pleading with the military. If they stay too long in that space, grass may start growing under their feet. More importantly, the innocent should be spared from sharing in the fate of the sinner. Indiscriminate recriminatory operations won’t prevent the sinner from committing the next sin. If they could, there would not have been Zaki-Biam soon after Odi; there would not have been Okuama after Zaki-Biam. How many officers and men have we lost in this democracy to killings such as the latest in Delta State? Even the authorities may have lost count. It is obviously rain that is yet falling. We do not know who will be next. And there will be another one unless we say enough.
How to say enough should be the present conversation. If Nigerians won’t stop killing Nigerian troops in Nigeria how about another look at the architecture of our forces, the structure of their formations and the social texture of their operational deployments? I have read low-toned social media whispers on the ethnic configuration of the Okuama casualties. More than 90 percent of those names sound northern. Why? From comments and commentaries on the tragedy, I could glean some sounds of fear and lack of trust in the fairness and justice of the forces. Martha Nussbaum, American philosopher and professor of Law and Ethics, said “a fearful people never trust the other side.”
We send policemen and soldiers to the north east, they get killed by terrorists bred locally; we send them to Zamfara and Niger states, they get killed by homegrown bandits; we deploy them to the Niger Delta, wanton militants give them the grasshopper treatment – they kill them “for their sport.” Why don’t we start sending children of death to death? If we, henceforth, send the children of fire to fire, will they still get charred? Send Yoruba soldiers and policemen to Yorubaland; send children of the creek to the creeks. If they misbehave, their misbehaviour will be to their people; if they are attacked, their attackers would know they are attacking their brothers. Everyone would know the compounds of who killed whom.
A word for the Niger Delta. It should rethink its ways. Every feud should not draw the sword. Tomorrow always eludes the land that allows every disagreement to end in war and bloodshed. Why do you think some lands are deserts and some are oases? Ask myths and legends. They have lessons to tell on how some soil sucked forbidden blood and suffered the eternal curse of aridity; nothing grows there again. Modern warfare would call it scotched-earth effect. Yet, some tragedies could be avoided if only patience is offered a seat in the heart of anger. That is why our elders warn that even when you are right, if you don’t fight right, you lose all rights. They say if you must fight, fight with sense:
E má bínúkínú
Kí e má baà j’ìjà k’ijà;
E má j’ìjà k’ijà
Kí e má baà j’èbi k’ébi.
Meaning:
Do not be unduly angry
So that you won’t fight undue fight;
Do not fight undue fight
So that you won’t be unduly guilty.
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When a man of means detests noise-making while his pounded yam is being prepared, our elders counsel that the yam should not be bought on credit (Eni tí a kò bá ní sòrò lórí iyán è, kìí ra isu àwìn). Reason is that the creditor reserves the right to pop in anytime to collect his money.
This aged wisdom applies to anyone in public office who savours only praises and worship from the masses. The antidote to acerbic critique of his outings in power, governance and government, is good policies that are humane and masses-oriented. A leader whose pastime is to inflict untold hardship on the masses should not expect to sleep peacefully anytime.
Save for the very few who have access to our patrimony because the ‘boss man’ gave them long ladles to scoop from the deep cookie jar, the rest of us who bear the brunt of the cruel plutomania of the leader and his acolytes, cannot but shout!
And our shouting is not unfounded. Ancient wisdom of our forebears says: no matter how one shouts at the woman with goitre, she will not swallow the lumps in her throat (Bó ti wù ká kígbe mó onígègè tó, kò ní gbé ti òfun è mì). This administration has given us more than a huge lump in our throats. We are in pain, we are palpitating, we are breathless and are exhibiting the last kicks of a dying horse! Keeping quiet, or joining the ruiner’s clappers club is self-immolation, a suicide without any hope of resurrection!
African wisdom dictates that it is wrong to beat a child and at the same time forbid him from crying. Our leaders are not only beating us, but they also have the Rehoboam’s Biblical scorpions with which they scourge us mercilessly daily (1Kings 12:11). Every government since independence had its own scorpion whips, but the present administration and the immediate one before it, appear to be contesting for the trophy in turpitude.
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I read the CNN reports of the incident and other commentaries and all I could do was to shake my head. How many Nigerian immigrants in the UK would be affected when the dust finally settles? How many of our relations, mostly university graduates, trained in specialised disciplines, have shipped themselves to the UK and other European countries because Nigeria is made hard and almost ‘uninhabitable’ by the ruiners of our today and our children’s tomorrow?
Where in the entire globe are Nigerians safe? Where are we spared the humiliation of deportation because our nationals are regarded as illegal immigrants? The United States (US), as early as January this year listed about 3,690 Nigerians to be deported from the country because the man in charge there, Donald Trump, has started a ‘crackdown’ on illegal immigrants in the US! When did the fad to migrate illegally to other countries start in Nigeria?
When a man is thrown off balance by a major issue, the less inconsequential ones make a mockery of him by climbing him (Bí ìyà ńlá bá gbé ni sánlè, kékeré a máa gorí eni). When did the UK become a country that Nigerians must run to for succour when, up to the mid-80s, we had British citizens as secondary school teachers in Nigeria?
How did we get here; who pushed our canoe to the troubled waters and collected the paddles from us? Would the old Nigerians, who sailed to the UK in the early 60s and late 70s to study and rushed back home after the completion of their academic voyages, have imagined that a day would come when “Far-right anti-immigration protesters” would hit the streets of London doing the rubbish they did last Saturday?
I know a family, a couple, to be precise. They had four children. The first two of the children were born in the UK. The third child came shortly after the couple arrived in Nigeria and the last followed a few years later.
In one of my interactions with the old wife, I asked why she and her husband rushed back home; why they did not wait to have all their children in the UK. The old woman looked at me and said: “We actually left the UK after our final examinations, before the results were out. The institutions mailed our certificates to us in Nigeria.” I asked what happened. Her response was that there was nothing for them to do in a foreign land because Nigeria was better than the UK economically then.
That was the early 70s. The fad then was for Nigerians to travel overseas for schooling and return to Nigeria on the completion of their studies. Job opportunities abounded here. The Nigerian currency was almost at par with the UK Pound, and at a time, stronger. Of course, security was top-notch; social life was at its frenzy. Life was good and jolly here. Then the locusts came in and everything turned upside down!
The current pitiable situation of Nigeria is something those in power and their lickspittles would not want us to talk about. They say we are not patriotic to our ethnicity because we have the courage to talk about the failings of our kinsmen in power. And these are supposedly well-read individuals, with training in the act and art of writing. Many of them were once vitriolic writers, holding those in power then accountable! What has changed?
As a Yoruba man, you are not expected to say anything ‘negative’ about the porous economic policies of the current administration. You are to be like the proverbial monkey which sees no evil, says no evil and hears no evil. Why? A Yoruba man is the President and as such, everyone down South-West must hail and praise the obvious ineptitude of the President. It doesn’t matter the level of suffering in the land. We are expected to be in the cold and complain of excruciating heat! They appointed gatekeepers in the media to ‘arrest’ or ‘doctor’ or water down any opinion considered ‘negative’ to their paymaster.
A senior colleague once told me how a media aide of a top politician once accosted him and boasted: “We are aware of all the negative things you write about Oga. But we have our men in your paper to help us manage them!” I asked what the senior colleague did. He said that he stopped filing scoops because of that incident. Sad! There is no aspect of the mass media you will not find them in. To them, money answers all things. But in their extended families are the wretched of the earth impoverished by the same plutomania they serve or defend!
In their quest to recruit everyone into the ungodly army of power-clappers, they query: how many Hausa criticised Buhari when he was there? Because the President is a Yoruba man, we all must join the unholy league of conspiracy of silence. That is what is known as àrí àìgbodòwí tíí mú baálé ilé yokun lémú (conspiracy of silence that births the dirty habit of the man of the house). Check those households where the man of the house is filthy, members of his household die of diseases. That is what we are going through right now in Nigeria.
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General Muhammadu Buhari spent eight years as President picking his teeth. The only strenuous job he did for those eight wasteful years was to take occasional strolls to his farm to count his non-producing herds! His kith and kin up North saw nothing bad in that. Security dipped to the lowest level under him. Mute was the response from the North. The economy nosedived, and Buhari’s kinsmen were on holiday. The Naira weakened against all currencies of the world; nothing was heard from the North.
The few voices that spoke against the lethargic administration were labelled “wailing wailers!” The opinions they expressed were tagged “hate speech!” And guess who coined those appellations: a senior journalist cum columnist! The government hired a hallelujah orchestra to shout on rooftops that Buhari was the second-best thing to happen to humanity after sliced bread. The third-party advocacy to project Buhari and his inorganic administration as the best was damning. Today, we all know better. Both the “wailing wailers” and the ‘hailing hailers’ suffered untold hardship. But the Nigerian spirit, our resilience, wedged in and we moved on.
Then came the man with the biggest entitlement mentality. The ‘Èmilókân crooner, President Tinubu, to the saddle. His Presidential campaign was about hope and renewed hope. We warned, we shouted. We said that nothing tangible would come out of the venture; that Nigeria and Nigerians would be worse off under Tinubu. Nobody listened; nobody paid any attention. For any dissenting voice, especially from Tinubu’s Yoruba enclave, the ones behind the voice were called names. They said “all Yoruba free born” must support Tinubu’s ambition irrespective of his antecedents of anti-Yoruba posturing!
The man did his magic and his permutations. He won, was declared the winner, and was sworn in as President. The very day he took over, and in a rare display of braggadocio, President Tinubu bared his fangs. In what would go down in history as the most reckless and thoughtless policy formation, he removed the oil subsidy in his infamous “subsidy is gone” haphazard declaration.
The spiral effects were worse than what one gets during a whirlwind. The economy collapsed instantly and has not recovered since because there are no corresponding measures put in place to cushion the effects of the removal of subsidy.
Today, Nigerians wallow in abject poverty. Crimes surged just as insecurity deepened. We are back to the Hobbesian State, where life is “nasty, brutish and short.” Every problem Tinubu inherited from Buhari has doubled or tripled. The government relies more on propaganda which often results in self-contradictions. In all this, they still tell us that we should be ‘patriotic’ because our man is on the throne!
How do nations fail? The slavish tendency must be high up there. As a Yoruba man, you are either in support of Tinubu or you are tagged ‘obsessed’ or worse, a ‘bastard’. Now, the campaign has gone beyond supporting the administration; everyone must queue behind the President in his bid for his second term!
The government and its henchmen treat Nigerians like conquered people. Tell them about the parlous state of things in the country, they tell you ‘Tinubu did not start it.’ Yes, they are right. Our misfortune did not start with Tinubu. The President has simply compounded it with his numerous neo-liberal and anti-people policies. His agbàlòwómérìí tax regimes have telling tales on the masses more than any government before him. This we say without forgetting the fact that the President has always been part of the rot, ab initio!
This is September. Schools have resumed for a new academic session across the nation. Many parents have relocated to other parts of the country for whatever reason. Many children have moved to new schools or higher classes. Bills are coming in their torrents. This paper, in its Monday, September 15, 2025, led with the heart-rending headline: “Parents groan as schools resume 2025/2026 academic years.” There is nothing palatable in that report!
Due to the almost total collapse of public schools, private institutions are going for the kill. School fees have doubled or tripled in some cases. There are other ancillary payments. Parents groan under the weight of the heavy school bills., and there is no respite anywhere. At bus stops and on the streets, agony is written all over the masses. But the locusts feeding fat on our vegetation would not have us talk about it.
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Nigerians have gone back to the old method of pawn. Older children now drop out of school for their younger ones to be educated. Children who wrote and cleared their school certificate examinations at one sitting and did very well in the matriculation examinations are being asked to ‘go and work’ so that their younger ones can be in school! And which jobs are we talking about here? Our young men and women, supposed leaders of our tomorrow, have been turned to hotel receptionists, supermarket attendants, fuel dispensers and other menial crafts including rummaging through piles of refuse for used bottles and iron scraps thereby exposing those young ones to all manners of abuse.
Yet the ones who captained our ship to these rudderless shores have their children in choice institutions of the world. They travel on holidays. They have the luxury of taking their paramours on tours of continents on our bills, depleting our treasury! We are doomed, condemned to perpetuate deprivation, while the caterpillars and palmerworms in power feed fat.
But, again, and sadly too, they would not have us talk about it. Virtually every nation of the world treats Nigerians as pariahs. Ghana is sending us packing, Libya enslaves our nationals. Why? Because our home is on fire here. Our fire emanated from the shrine of osanyin deity, the Yoruba god of healing and combustion. Who do we call upon to combat the inferno!
Terrible situation that we find ourselves in because the worst of humanity are in charge of our affairs! So, how does one keep quiet in a situation like this? Just because one’s kinsman is the President. If half of the population is wasted, we should bring out vuvuzelas and blow to high octanes just because our brother is in power?
Imagine if nobody is talking at all. Imagine if all of us have subordinated our humanity to the crumps from the master’s table. Just imagine our situation if all of us keep vigil waiting for when ‘Baba sope’ (the old man said) would throw the bones of his delicacy at us! Consider our situation if we all join the tiwa ntiwa, tàkísamà ni tààtàn (ours is ours; the rag belongs to the dunghill) lullaby for an absentee President who happens to be our kinsman!
By all means, I have no problem praising any leader provided he is doing the right thing. If our lives are better off today, we will celebrate the one responsible for that. If the Naira appreciates against any currency of the world, we shall roll out the drums in honour of who made it happen. If Nigerians are no longer kidnapped, farmers don’t pay bandits before they could harvest their farm produce and Nigerians can drink water and put the cups down peacefully, we shall holler the praises of such a wonderful leader who achieved that for us. His tribe would not matter. His creed would be inconsequential. His political affiliation would not be foregrounded. We would only recognise and appreciate his competence and his sense of loyalty to people above self.
That is the burden of an opinion writer. Nobody is called to the game of column writing to be a praise singer, except the self-serving individuals who rode on the train of public defenders to power defenders! Adidi Uyo our celebrated Professor of Journalism and Mass communication, said in an article: “The Art of Column Writing”, that a columnist who is keeping fidelity with the “salient guideline of SOS of Column writing”, where “SOS” means “Spectrum Of Style”, must “operate somewhere along certain stylistic continuums, simultaneously. Prominent among such continuums are the following three: Serious-Playful, Angry-Compassionate, Plain-Sarcastic (SPPACS).
The writer, Uyo further posits in what he calls The Salient Dozen, must: “… (2) Take sides. Make your viewpoint very clear. (3) Be consistent in your views…over time that is. (4) Support your position with sound arguments and /or solid facts. … (7) Worship Truth and Public Interest…” (See: Nigerian Columnists and Their Art, pgs 2-15, by Lanre Idowu). Reading the erudite scholar, one begins to wonder which school of journalism the senior editors in power today attended, where they were taught that the art and act of opinion writing is about hailing the taskmaster! Phew!
The message should be clear; as long as lice remains in the head, the fingers will always be stained with blood (bí iná ò bá tán lórí, èjè kò ní tán l’èékáná). In any case, not everyone has the slave mentality that has conditioned many not to see anything wrong with those who, on a broad day, defile our sensibilities! The elders say when a music is bad, nobody justifies it as being of the palace because the palace is not supposed to sing disjointedly (orin ò daa, a pe l’òrin ààfin; sé ààfin ló ye ká ti ma ko orin burúkú ni?).
A man who hates his kinsman being criticised should first tell his relation to act within the walls of propriety. This is what the friends of the President should ask him to do rather than projecting the ethnicity of the President as measurements of support for him.
Why not, if President Tinubu turns out to give Nigerians the best, should we not hail him? And why should we worship him like a bloated deity when his failings and incompetence stare us all in the face? When only the minority live in opulence to the detriment of the downtrodden majority, the noise in the marketplace will be loud. And one day, it may become audacious, a la Nepal!
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President Bola Tinubu has approved portfolios for five executive directors on the board of the North Central Development Commission (NCDC).
Mr Segun Imohiosen, Director, Information and Public Relations, Office of the Secretary to the Government of the Federation (SGF), made the announcement in a statement issued on Monday in Abuja.
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The appointees and their portfolios are: Hajiya Biliquis Jumoke- Administration and Human Resources, Mrs Aisha Rufai Ibrahim-Commercial and Industrial Development.
Others are, Mr James Abel Uloko-Corporate Services, Prof. Muhammad Bashar-Finance and Atika Ajanah-Projects.
The president urged the executive directors to work closely with the governing board of the commission to promote and coordinate sustainable development of the North-Central geopolitical zone.”
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Court Orders Arrest Of 2 Lawyers Over Alleged Forgery, Impersonation
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September 15, 2025By
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A High Court of the Federal Capital Territory, FCT, sitting at Apo, on Monday, issued a bench warrant against two lawyers charged with forgery and impersonation.
Justice Jude Onwuegbuzie made the arrest order following repeated failure of the defendants- Victor Giwa, and Ibitade Bukola- to appear before the court to enter their plea to the charge that was preferred against them by the Inspector General of Police.
In the charge marked: CR/150/25, the duo were accused of conspiring to forge a legal document purportedly issued by the chambers of a Senior Advocate of Nigeria, SAN, Prof. Awa U. Kalu, with the intent to mislead the Attorney General of the Federation, AGF.
According to the three-count charge, the alleged offence occurred on June 28, 2024.
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The prosecution alleged that the defendants forged and signed a letter on the official letterhead of the SAN, requesting the AGF to suspend a scheduled arraignment.
The contentious letter, titled “Urgent and Solemn Appeal to Suspend the Arraignment of Our Colleague Victor Giwa on Charge Number: CR/222/2023”, was allegedly addressed to the AGF.
It allegedly sought intervention of the AGF to halt an arraignment that was scheduled before trial Justice Samira Bature of the high court.
The IGP, in the charge, maintained that the two lawyers committed offences punishable under Section 97, 179 and 364 of the Penal Code Act, 2004.
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At the resumed proceeding of the court on Monday, the prosecution counsel, Mr. Eristo Asaph, noted that the defence lawyer told the court that the 1st defendant was bereaved, hence his absence for the scheduled arraignment.
The prosecution counsel further noted that it was on the strength of an application by the defendant that the case was adjourned.
He, therefore, wondered why the duo were also absent in court for the case to proceed.
Responding, the defence counsel, Mr. Ogbu Aboje, told the court that the 1st defendant, Giwa, wrote a letter that was accompanied with a medical report dated September 3, indicating that he had a health challenge he described as “Degenerative disorder of the lumber vertebrae,” in addition to his hypertensive condition.
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He added that the 2nd defendant equally went to the hospital on Monday morning to keep to a routine appointment for the immunisation of her daughter.
More so, he drew attention of the court to an application the defendants earlier filed to challenge its jurisdiction to entertain the case.
Dissatisfied with the developments, the prosecution counsel urged the court to issue a warrant for the defendants to be arrested y security agencies and produced for their trial.
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In his ruling, Justice Onwuegbuzie held that having listened to both parties, he was minded to accede to the prosecution’s request.
He court stressed that the medical report did indicate that the 1st defendant would not be able to attend court, adding that the 2nd defendant did not adduce any material to justify her absence.
Consequently, relying on the provision of section 266 (2) and 352 of the Administration of Criminal Justice Act (ACJA), Justice Onwuegbuzie issued a bench warrant for the defendants to be arrested and produced before the court on October 8.
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