http://madailygist.com/can-this-happen-in-nigeria-wife-of-us-lowest-paid-governor-takes-waitressing-job-photos/The wife of Us lowest paid Governor Ann Le page was recently seen doing the job of a waitress in order to supplement her husband's salary as a governor of Maine.Although she says been a waitress as being a long time dream of her's. her husband is said to earn $70,000 dollar per year. for a more detailed story pls check the link above.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Money is not all
A man reached 70 years of age and was affected by a disease which made him unable to urinate.
His Doctors told him that he needs an operation to cure the disease.
He agreed to do the operation as the problem was giving him severe pain for days.
When the operation was completed, the doctor gave him a bill which covered all the costs.
After looking at the bill, the man started crying. Upon seeing this, the doctor said "If the cost is too high then we could make some other arrangements for you."
The old man replied, "I am not crying because of the money, but I am crying because God let me urinate for 70 years and He never sent me a bill!"
Beloved, have you thanked God for His countless blessings today?
Have you thought about the cost of oxygen in the hospital? Yet, God has given us free oxygen (air) since we were born.
Can we not see that God is so gracious, merciful and full of compassion?
If you are truly grateful to God for your life, share this message with others, not because you expect a blessing but because you are grateful.
Tell & show God u are grateful.
I'm grateful!!!
Friday, June 17, 2016
Alleged Criminals in the House Of God
l – The Ogun state police command has arrested 236 people inside the auditorium at the Redemption Camp – The command said the raid on the worship centre followed reports that criminals use the auditorium as a safe haven after committing crime The Redemption Camp of the Redeemed Christian Church of God (RCCG) has been invaded by the Ogun state police command over reports that people with questionable character use the auditorium as refuge. READ ALSO: Makarfi alleges Sheriff plans to recreate Boko Haram In the raid which occurred on Thursday, June 16, 236 people inside the auditorium were arrested by the police, New Telegraph reports. According to the state spokesperson, DSP Muyiwa Adejobi, the raid on the worship centre followed series of reports and intelligence gathering that people with questionable character use the auditorium as a safe haven after committing crime. Adejobi said, “Our men carried out the raid in the early hours of Thursday after a series of report that criminals have taken the RCCG Auditorium at Kilometre 46, Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, as hideout. “As early as 2am, they arrested 236 persons, 165 are males while 71 are females. READ ALSO: Alleged forgery: Ekweremadu, David Mark get police invitation “The suspects are currently being screened. Those who have genuine reason to be at the auditorium for prayer would be released while those who cannot identify themselves would be prosecuted,” the police spokesman added. In another development, Cardinal Olubunmi Okojie has told President Muhammadu Buhari not to take the goodwill he is currently enjoying from Nigerians for granted. Okojie, who spoke during his 80th birthday celebration which took place at the Holy Cross Cathedral, Lagos, on Thursday, June 16, also urged the president to do all that is necessary now to revamp the economy before things get out of hands, Daily Independent reports.
Read more: https://www.naij.com/863731-holy-scandal-read-police-discovered-rccg-redemption-camp.html
Read more: https://www.naij.com/863731-holy-scandal-read-police-discovered-rccg-redemption-camp.html
UNILAG FOR HUMANITY PIC-FIC SERIES: TURNING POINT BY CLEMENT EHIMARE ORIAIFE
I felt my feet plunge into a mound of mud on my way to check up on a kid I met the last time I was at the dustbin estate, Ajegunle, Lagos state. I felt so irritated that I pulled out my foot with great strength and then the worst happened, right there my slippers decided to leave me in state of awe by actually dividing into two. “Damn it!” I cursed as I felt my feet drown into the mass of mud like metals falling through quicksand, even though instinctively, I knew I needed a new pair of slippers. “What a bad time to be in this kind of mess”, I thought to myself as I had spent the remnant of the money after buying a new school bag for Kehinde, the boy’s home I was on my way to.
In the midst of the cloud of confusion hovering my head, I decided to plead with the raging sun to be lenient with the way it continued to scorch my skin, like the earth had become a blast furnace compartment. Just then an estate lout approached me staggering in the same sunny afternoon and broke into my subconscious thoughts.
“Kilon sele to ronu sibi?” (Why have you decided to meditate here?) He continued “abi o gbo nnkan ti mo wi?” (Don’t you understand all I have said?).
If only he had taken the time to take a look at the influx of facial mutations occurring on my face, he would have understood that I was lost in his ocean of vernacular vocabularies alien to my mentality. Just then I cut in, “I do not understand you, but my slippers failed at this point while I was walking”. It was at that moment I took a good look at him. He was say 5ft tall, with a dark skin that looked really rough, he had a scar on his left cheek that looks like a Tarantula. It was obvious that his sufferings have seen a lot of days.
To my surprise he switched to English language after my utterance and I was shocked to my blood cells that someone who looked like him could even put out two words of the English language; however, my shock didn’t cloud the peace in my heart that came from finally being able to communicate with the vicious looking guy. “At this time of the year it’s usually very hard to walk here and the ironic thing is that after the heavy rains, sunlight comes.” He continued, “I’m sorry for harassing you. My name is Segun.” He stretched forth his hand with a refreshing smile; surprisingly, I found myself smiling for the first time that day.
Segun as I later found out was a Political Science graduate of a renowned University in Nigeria but was hit with the Nigerian condition turned slogan – NO JOB. Segun was one of the many graduates who sought alternative means to make ends meet. He told me he didn’t automatically join the louts but when his provision store was burnt down by louts who were demanding a pay check they didn’t work for, he had no option but to join them with no hope in sight. He told me he started as a bus conductor and before long he was a garage lout. He cut his story short when we got to the cobbler and just then I realised that I had been following him without knowing where I was going like a goat chasing after a piece of yam. The gist was that ‘sweet’.
Once at the cobbler’s shop, I sat on the hardwood bench that was at the far right corner of the shop, resting my turgid legs. The bench didn’t help matters because in no time my waist began to ache me. Just then I started doing a little science when I assumed that because of the rigidity of the bench my weight was returned to my body thereby causing a strain in my vertebrae due to the load. I was almost making a textbook of that situation when the cobbler broke into my Newtonian assumptions. “How may I help you, sir?”
I felt my brain shake hands with consciousness as I turned sharply to the direction of his voice. “I want to buy a new pair of sandals but I have no money” I said, taking a mental note of the immediate look on the cobbler’s face and in an instant he burst into laughter.
As I watched him laugh I remembered how unrealistic I sounded. “Precious, do you think this is a refugee camp” I asked myself. I looked at the cobbler who still stared at me with eyes that questioned my sanity. I said further “The one that failed when my legs dipped into that natural adhesive glue at the junction called mud.”
Then He said to me amidst smiles, “It’s difficult at this time of the year. The tensile strength of the mud is just so unbelievable.” Oh my God, he is educated, I said to myself, or he wouldn’t know what tensile strength is? Then I remembered Segun, another educated person I judgementally mistook for a lout was gone and here I was judging someone else. I composed myself and told the cobbler about my mission at Dustbin Estate, and he was full of praises for me.
As we kept talking he told me his name was Ayo and that he was the first son of his father’s third wife and that he had two younger siblings. I wanted to ask him how many children constituted his family and as if he knew, he stopped me before I could open up my mouth “Don’t ask me how many we are altogether.” What an intelligent guy he was. His mum trained him through school and she died in his 4th year in school, of malaria. From then on he sponsored himself and has been living for his siblings and his nuclear family ever since. I instinctively thought that the same reasons Segun gave also made him look for other alternatives to make ends meet. His nuclear family was made up of his wife whom he called Ajoke and three kids (two girls and a boy, with both girls off to somewhere for the holidays, leaving just his son as the only child at home). Then he paused almost immediately “I think I like you and I’m going to help you.” He stood and looked round the shop mimicking a circumferential pattern and dashed to the top left corner of the shop, brought down a Vintage, glue strapped, brown leather Sandal and handed it over to me. “This is a gift, I do not know why I have given this to you but, I hope you like it?” Was he still talking about like? At that point I was ready to wear a horse shoe if I had to, I just wanted something to protect the sole of my feet from the vindictive menace of the sun and take me where I was going.
I accepted the gift wholeheartedly with the intention of getting his contact when I realised that it was almost night fall. I left his shop and moved on to my destination, which was about thirty minutes from the cobbler’s shop. I got to the Kehinde’s residence, a bungalow with a kind of outlook that shows that it has seen a lot of years. It must have been last painted before the civil war and the horticultural mistake called flower planting had eventually become a forest of both flowers and shrubs due to lack of maintenance. I walked into the house and I met Kehinde’s mother who looked at me sceptically and made me feel very uncomfortable when young Kehinde walked in and went all anti-gravity on my feeble frame screaming “Uncle Precious!” in a continuous manner. His mum seemed to be a bit more relaxed since Kehinde had identified with me and I was grateful to God that I was on the receiving end of her scepticism for a second more.
After I was officially welcomed into the home, I immediately went straight to my reason for being there as time kept running along very fast as if it had a plane to catch but I was so wrong. I had barely presented the bag when Kehinde’s mum appeared with food. I took mental note of the tray and tried to guess the dish within. The tray had two covered plates, so I felt it was either rice and stew or pounded yam or anything of that kind and soup. I decided to resist a little to show class despite how hungry I felt “Oh please ma, you didn’t have to do this, and I really don’t want to bother….”
She quickly cut in with a smile, “A friend of my son is my friend and please do not tell me no.” I gave up all my acting up to get down to the table prepared before me. In all fairness my guesses were actually very wrong as the dish turned out to be Beans and Yam.
I was barely five minutes maximum into the flow when I heard a voice from behind the door that sounded like one I had heard not too long ago. I paused and turned back slowly to see that my eyes confirmed the picture on my mind. Lo and behold it was Ayo, the cobbler. I was coincidentally in the house of the man who saved me from my frustration earlier. He let out a huge smile when he saw me and said “So you were on your way to my house?” I nodded in the affirmative and then his wife quickly explained my reason for showing up.
He let out a huge smile and was happy he helped me when he did. “I’m glad I did what I did for you because you have done a great thing for my son”. I felt proud of myself and felt glad that Kehinde actually loved and appreciated my gift. Just as I was about to leave, the cobbler’s wife blocked me “It’s too late to go back to where you came from, please stay the night”. I immediately got weak in the knees and tried to come up with an immediate excuse, but it was like the food had clouded my default ability to think straight and so I sheepishly agreed.
A room was immediately prepared for me and I was surprised that they had enough rooms for every other person. As I lay down I kept thinking of what would have happened if I hadn’t met Segun and Ayo who God used to take care of me on two fronts that day. I was grateful that my intentions saved me from what would have been the most embarrassing situation of my life
In the midst of the cloud of confusion hovering my head, I decided to plead with the raging sun to be lenient with the way it continued to scorch my skin, like the earth had become a blast furnace compartment. Just then an estate lout approached me staggering in the same sunny afternoon and broke into my subconscious thoughts.
“Kilon sele to ronu sibi?” (Why have you decided to meditate here?) He continued “abi o gbo nnkan ti mo wi?” (Don’t you understand all I have said?).
If only he had taken the time to take a look at the influx of facial mutations occurring on my face, he would have understood that I was lost in his ocean of vernacular vocabularies alien to my mentality. Just then I cut in, “I do not understand you, but my slippers failed at this point while I was walking”. It was at that moment I took a good look at him. He was say 5ft tall, with a dark skin that looked really rough, he had a scar on his left cheek that looks like a Tarantula. It was obvious that his sufferings have seen a lot of days.
To my surprise he switched to English language after my utterance and I was shocked to my blood cells that someone who looked like him could even put out two words of the English language; however, my shock didn’t cloud the peace in my heart that came from finally being able to communicate with the vicious looking guy. “At this time of the year it’s usually very hard to walk here and the ironic thing is that after the heavy rains, sunlight comes.” He continued, “I’m sorry for harassing you. My name is Segun.” He stretched forth his hand with a refreshing smile; surprisingly, I found myself smiling for the first time that day.
Segun as I later found out was a Political Science graduate of a renowned University in Nigeria but was hit with the Nigerian condition turned slogan – NO JOB. Segun was one of the many graduates who sought alternative means to make ends meet. He told me he didn’t automatically join the louts but when his provision store was burnt down by louts who were demanding a pay check they didn’t work for, he had no option but to join them with no hope in sight. He told me he started as a bus conductor and before long he was a garage lout. He cut his story short when we got to the cobbler and just then I realised that I had been following him without knowing where I was going like a goat chasing after a piece of yam. The gist was that ‘sweet’.
Once at the cobbler’s shop, I sat on the hardwood bench that was at the far right corner of the shop, resting my turgid legs. The bench didn’t help matters because in no time my waist began to ache me. Just then I started doing a little science when I assumed that because of the rigidity of the bench my weight was returned to my body thereby causing a strain in my vertebrae due to the load. I was almost making a textbook of that situation when the cobbler broke into my Newtonian assumptions. “How may I help you, sir?”
I felt my brain shake hands with consciousness as I turned sharply to the direction of his voice. “I want to buy a new pair of sandals but I have no money” I said, taking a mental note of the immediate look on the cobbler’s face and in an instant he burst into laughter.
As I watched him laugh I remembered how unrealistic I sounded. “Precious, do you think this is a refugee camp” I asked myself. I looked at the cobbler who still stared at me with eyes that questioned my sanity. I said further “The one that failed when my legs dipped into that natural adhesive glue at the junction called mud.”
Then He said to me amidst smiles, “It’s difficult at this time of the year. The tensile strength of the mud is just so unbelievable.” Oh my God, he is educated, I said to myself, or he wouldn’t know what tensile strength is? Then I remembered Segun, another educated person I judgementally mistook for a lout was gone and here I was judging someone else. I composed myself and told the cobbler about my mission at Dustbin Estate, and he was full of praises for me.
As we kept talking he told me his name was Ayo and that he was the first son of his father’s third wife and that he had two younger siblings. I wanted to ask him how many children constituted his family and as if he knew, he stopped me before I could open up my mouth “Don’t ask me how many we are altogether.” What an intelligent guy he was. His mum trained him through school and she died in his 4th year in school, of malaria. From then on he sponsored himself and has been living for his siblings and his nuclear family ever since. I instinctively thought that the same reasons Segun gave also made him look for other alternatives to make ends meet. His nuclear family was made up of his wife whom he called Ajoke and three kids (two girls and a boy, with both girls off to somewhere for the holidays, leaving just his son as the only child at home). Then he paused almost immediately “I think I like you and I’m going to help you.” He stood and looked round the shop mimicking a circumferential pattern and dashed to the top left corner of the shop, brought down a Vintage, glue strapped, brown leather Sandal and handed it over to me. “This is a gift, I do not know why I have given this to you but, I hope you like it?” Was he still talking about like? At that point I was ready to wear a horse shoe if I had to, I just wanted something to protect the sole of my feet from the vindictive menace of the sun and take me where I was going.
I accepted the gift wholeheartedly with the intention of getting his contact when I realised that it was almost night fall. I left his shop and moved on to my destination, which was about thirty minutes from the cobbler’s shop. I got to the Kehinde’s residence, a bungalow with a kind of outlook that shows that it has seen a lot of years. It must have been last painted before the civil war and the horticultural mistake called flower planting had eventually become a forest of both flowers and shrubs due to lack of maintenance. I walked into the house and I met Kehinde’s mother who looked at me sceptically and made me feel very uncomfortable when young Kehinde walked in and went all anti-gravity on my feeble frame screaming “Uncle Precious!” in a continuous manner. His mum seemed to be a bit more relaxed since Kehinde had identified with me and I was grateful to God that I was on the receiving end of her scepticism for a second more.
After I was officially welcomed into the home, I immediately went straight to my reason for being there as time kept running along very fast as if it had a plane to catch but I was so wrong. I had barely presented the bag when Kehinde’s mum appeared with food. I took mental note of the tray and tried to guess the dish within. The tray had two covered plates, so I felt it was either rice and stew or pounded yam or anything of that kind and soup. I decided to resist a little to show class despite how hungry I felt “Oh please ma, you didn’t have to do this, and I really don’t want to bother….”
She quickly cut in with a smile, “A friend of my son is my friend and please do not tell me no.” I gave up all my acting up to get down to the table prepared before me. In all fairness my guesses were actually very wrong as the dish turned out to be Beans and Yam.
I was barely five minutes maximum into the flow when I heard a voice from behind the door that sounded like one I had heard not too long ago. I paused and turned back slowly to see that my eyes confirmed the picture on my mind. Lo and behold it was Ayo, the cobbler. I was coincidentally in the house of the man who saved me from my frustration earlier. He let out a huge smile when he saw me and said “So you were on your way to my house?” I nodded in the affirmative and then his wife quickly explained my reason for showing up.
He let out a huge smile and was happy he helped me when he did. “I’m glad I did what I did for you because you have done a great thing for my son”. I felt proud of myself and felt glad that Kehinde actually loved and appreciated my gift. Just as I was about to leave, the cobbler’s wife blocked me “It’s too late to go back to where you came from, please stay the night”. I immediately got weak in the knees and tried to come up with an immediate excuse, but it was like the food had clouded my default ability to think straight and so I sheepishly agreed.
A room was immediately prepared for me and I was surprised that they had enough rooms for every other person. As I lay down I kept thinking of what would have happened if I hadn’t met Segun and Ayo who God used to take care of me on two fronts that day. I was grateful that my intentions saved me from what would have been the most embarrassing situation of my life
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Death Strikes again in the Nigeria Footballing world
These are heart-breaking times for the Nigerian sports community – The Nigeria Football Federation technical director, Amodu Shuaibu has passed on at age 58 – Shuaibu was a former coach of the Super Eagles of Nigeria The NFF has announced the death of its technical director, Amodu Shuaibu. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Late Amodu Shaiubu A former coach of the Super Eagles, Shuaibu was aged 58. His death comes three days after the death of another former Super Eagles coach, Stephen Keshi. The four-time coach of the Super Eagles was said to have complained of chest pains yesterday night, June 10 and died in his sleep. Before then, he drove himself in the afternoon to drop his friend with his car (pictured below). Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Late Amodu Shuaibu’s car He was discovered dead about 4am this morning. NAIJ.com reporter is at the mortuary at Stella Obasanjo hospital in Benin where his body was deposited. The late Amodu has always contributed his quota to the development of football in Nigeria. READ ALSO: These 10 messages in late Stephen Keshi’s condolence register will make you cry Under his stewardship, Nigeria qualified for the 2010 World Cup in South Africa but Amodu was sacked despite the team’s third-place finish at the 2010 Africa Cup of Nations in Angola. It was the second time he had been removed from his post ahead of a World Cup finals tournament – Amodu was also fired ahead of the 2002 edition after Nigeria finished third at the 2002 Nations Cup in Mali. The late Amodu was born April 18, 1958 in Edo State. He managed the Super Eagles between 1998–1999, 2001–2002 and 2008–2010 and was brought back briefly last year before his elevation to head the NFF technical department.
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photo credit:Naij.comWHY I LEFT THE PROGRESSIVES BY JOSEPH ODEH, MASS COMM
https://fssgist.wordpress.com/2016/06/11/why-i-left-the-progressivesby-joseph-odeh-mass-comm/
RECENTLY EDITED
As i sit in the UNILAG TV studio this odd hour, after spending hours covering the Faculty of Law new building fundraiser at the intercontinental hotel, i began to ask myself, ‘why are you contesting for SOSSA presidency?’ ‘why leave the progressives?’ ‘won’t you regret?
The answers to this questions came just as sudden as the questions came.
Sequel to the epistle I wrote and posted on the progressives group stating my reasons for leaving the group, i have the following to say.
Sequel to the epistle I wrote and posted on the progressives group stating my reasons for leaving the group, i have the following to say.
AS a conscious student of our great faculty, and due to several questions bothering on my sudden disassociation with the political ideology i used to belong to, i offer the following explanation:
The faculty has reached a stage where people being considered for executive positions actually fit those offices. I am of the view that anybody leading me and other students of our ever conscious and sagacious faculty should really have records or prospects that fit whatever portfolio they are vying for.
I found it funny and extremely embarrassing to be working with a social secretary [contesting] that speaks terrible grammar, that cannot maintain a stable online presence where the views of the people i and other members of my cabinet are leading can be fully expressed.
I found it funny to be a president who would hide in convenience claiming to be working underground rather than come forward to address issues that affect my constituents. I found it funny to have people on my cabinet in whom i would be scared to send to functions because i am scared of their public relations tactics considering the level at which they operate intellectually.
All in all, i wanted to be a part of an administration that is not filled up by people chosen based on some certain idiosyncrasies. I needed a team of intellectuals with charisma and not empty-brained wannabes. TO BE CONTINUED….
DISCLAIMER NOTICE:
Prior to the recently circulating post by Our dear colleague, Joseph Odeh, Mass Comm in the faculty, titled “Why I Left the Progressives…” There’s been a misconception about the Social Secretary he was referring to…pls it is not our highly esteemed current Social Secretary oh in person of Yinus Adebayo, Psychology, Finals, but it’s the supposed social secretary that’ll be running under Progressives in the coming
Prior to the recently circulating post by Our dear colleague, Joseph Odeh, Mass Comm in the faculty, titled “Why I Left the Progressives…” There’s been a misconception about the Social Secretary he was referring to…pls it is not our highly esteemed current Social Secretary oh in person of Yinus Adebayo, Psychology, Finals, but it’s the supposed social secretary that’ll be running under Progressives in the coming
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
– The name, Bukola Saraki, Nigeria’s Senate president is now a household name in the present political dispensation – The nation’s number three man is one of the very few political officer holders who finds himself currently between the devil and the deep blue sea – Politically, crucifixion is a word which means the end is in sight for the political career of a person – The disobedience of the first law of power which is never outshine the master could probably be the behemoth that wants to devour the former governor of Kwara state Crucifixion is seldom used in political parlance. This is because any politician who is preyed upon, may kiss the dust and be sent into political oblivion. The reasons why one politician comes for the others jugular vein are basically on anti-party activities, loyalty to the establishment or the political cabals, territorial expansionism and dominance as well as continued relevance and perpetual servitude for those below the rung of the ladder of authority. READ ALSO: 6 people who will cry so much if Saraki is removed As pressure continues to mount on the Senate president, so also it seems he is getting near the tether end of his leadership role at the upper chambers due to his case of charges of false assets declaration at the Code of Conduct Tribunal (CCT), because Michael Wetkas, a detective of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC), on Wednesday, May 11, said Bukola Saraki, the Senate president declared a property that did not exist. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Senate president, Bukola Saraki The number of people who wants the hangman’s noose around Saraki’s neck are numerous, as it is not just only here in Nigeria that there are reactions that he should throw in the towel when the ovation is loudest. In a reaction to why the former Kwara state governor should vacate his seat, it was exclusively gathered from a Nigerian in the USA by the name Aminu Dabo of the University of Maryland Eastern Offshore, who stated on Friday, May 6 saying: “Compared to the millions of Kwara state citizens he (Bukola Saraki) duped Billions of Naira. He (Bukola Saraki) got away with corruption in Kwara state. Now he (Bukola Saraki) and his devil want to rape and drown Nigeria into Stone Age? “If Saraki do not go to jail for a long haul, the fight against corruption has failed in Nigeria. Nigerians need not to look at his situation, but what he did. And the man and his side kicks went and spent billions more on luxury vehicle despite the hardships Nigerians are facing. Only a corrupt mind and an enemy of Nigeria will sympathise with these thieves.” 1. Political subterfuge The different intrigues in Nigeria’s politics is second to none globally. There are so many mudslinging and horse-tradings depending on the situation of things on the ground. READ ALSO: Saraki’s unending CCT trial and the powers-that-be No politician who is under scrutiny will categorically states if he will survive the onslaught against him or not. The Senate president is now under the radar by political watchers. Both is political allies and foes are keenly watching as events unfold. There was a report a few weeks ago that the governing party, the All Progressives Congress (APC), has been lining up the possible replacement in case Saraki sinks eventually. There was a time the national chairman of the APC, Chief John Odigie-Oyegun himself was reported to have said he will not fold his arms and watch a Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) Senator succeed the former Kwara state governor. There was even reported stories of at least 77 Senators known as G77 are aligning with Saraki to see that he is protected and prevented from being eased out of his seat. According to Vanguard of Saturday, April 23, it disclosed that the G77 came into existence to frustrate any gang up against Senator Saraki’s leadership of the Senate. The gospel truth now is that no outside observer of the Saraki and CCT episode can really say where the bob of the pendulum will swing to at the end of the day. 2. Omo Baba Oloye is waxing stronger Saraki’s father was known as Baba Oloye, while he is the Omo Baba Oloye. Despite all cudgels hauled at the Senate president, he seems less worried and concerned about all these. It is unbelievable to know that Saraki has escaped all the missiles thrown at him. Some of co-Senators like Senator Abdulfatah Buhari from Oyo state had once advised Saraki to toe the path of honour by resigning. The Oyo state born Senator urged Saraki to be man enough to take a bow basically because of the latter’s alleged involvement in the Panama Paper brouhaha. He said the Prime Minister of Iceland who was implicated in the Panama Paper scandal had resigned. Thus the need for Saraki to resign. It was also another short victory for Omo Baba Oloye of Kwara state because, in another bungled claim, the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) on Tuesday, May 10, failed to substantiate allegation of anticipatory buying of property against Bukola Saraki, the President of the Senate, at the Code of Conduct Tribunal The way and manner in which the Senate is swimming against the tidal waves that ought to drown him is unimaginable. 3. Another political hoax? A particular Lagos politician quit politics due to what he saw at a hotel he visited shortly after an election between his role model and a PDP governorship candidate in one of the states in the Southwestern part of the country against the APC, whose candidate finally won the election to become the governor at the last year general. What made him leave the PDP was very straightforward. After his candidate lost the election, that is the PDP candidate lost the elections, he decided to go to one of the popular hotels in Lagos to chill out. Upon entering the hotel and moving to the executive part meant for VIPs, he was bemused, as he saw his role model and the PDP candidate, with only his singlet sharing jokes and laughing out loudly with one of the APC chieftains. He was dumbfounded for a few minutes as he could believe what was happening. He left the hotel in annoyance, without enjoying what he came to do in the first place. He vowed never to support of any politician again in his life. The shortly narrated event above and similar ones are common in politics all over the world. The Saraki issue could be a distraction game being played by the ruling government to sway the attention of Nigerians from asking pertinent questions relating to how they want to give Nigerians what they promised during electioneering campaign, which are welfare and security of lives and properties. 4. Where lies Buhari’s interest Can any Nigeria say this is where President Buhari’s interest lies in the Saraki episode. Although, the president has been mute regarding commenting on the travails of the Senate president. But the popular opinion is that Buhari is not comfortable with the former Kwara state governor continued steering of the red chambers of the National Assembly. Feelers are that the president is in tune with the national leader of the APC, Asiwaju Bola Ahmed Tinubu, who is reported not to be convenient with Saraki due to the calculation based on 2019 presidency. In addition, the president should have an interest in Saraki’s case. As the number one citizen of the country, all the bulk stops at his table. Maybe the president himself has become at expert in political games, which include smiling at your perceived political enemy and digging his grave immediately he departs, or holding nocturnal meetings and having clandestine agenda, while having breakfast and lunch with him when everybody is around. No politician will feign ignorance about this style of playing politics, especially when it has to do with interest, as there is no permanent enemy or permanent friend in politics, but permanent interest. 5. The voice of Jacob and the hand of Esau The judge of the CCT, Danladi Umar was at a time said to be allegedly involved in a N10 million corrupt practice. The Senate president himself said he was not comfortable with Justice Umar continuing as the chairman of the CCT. Saraki believes he will not get fair hearing and judgement of the young, fair-skinned Umar continues his case. In spite if the EFCC being around to investigate Umar, the latter has not been entangled by the cobweb trap set for him. Saraki could think there are some people behind Umar who wants to nail him in his coffin alive. 6. Only three big nails are needed for crucifixion Literally, the parts that are nailed in pictorial crucifixion are the two hands separately with two nails and and both feet, with just a single nail. Therefore, these are three nails. Currently, it seems only two nails are available to nail Saraki. And just one nail is even being used to nail him. The two available nails are is case of charges of false assets declaration and money laundry and the Panama Paper scandal. The only being used is the CCT, which has been coming from all directions to see Saraki is judged according to law. Another conundrum here is that if Saraki finally drowns or sinks, as the case might be, as he is facing trials, he could become the first politician, who was politically crucified with just a single nail, because in the real sense of it, at least two nails are needed to nail someone’s political enemy, unless that political enemy is a green horn or a neophyte in the game of Nigerian politics.
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Friend or Foe
The Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) seems to have bounced back to reckoning after its recent crisis – The opposition party has resolved the issues that culminated to a blown full crisis – The PDP however says it will end bitter politics in Nigeria The PDP shelved aside politics today, June 7 as members of the party united in prayers for President Muhammadu Buhari. Led by the deputy Senate president, Ike Ekweremadu, the PDP prayed for the full recovery of the president and wished him success in his endeavours. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Senator Ike Ekweremadu led the prayers for the quick recovery of President Muhammadu Buhari Members of the party had gathered to witness the formal inauguration of the Senator Ahmed Makarfi-led caretaker committee which was appointed by the party stakeholders during the recent national convention of the PDP in Port Harcourt, Rivers state. read more @https://www.naij.com/852392-pdp-shelves-politics-aside-prays-president-buharis-full-recovery.htmlPolitics or Friendship
Ex- President says he was Pressurized to Spend Excess Crude money
Governors forced me to spend excess oil fund - GEJ – Goodluck Jonathan noted that his administration spent excess crude oil revenue because pressure from governors was much – He said he tried to fight corruption but the effort was frustrated – He said his performance in the agricultural sector was the best in Nigeria’s history Goodluck Jonathan has revealed how he was forced to spend from the excess crude oil revenue account during his administration. The former president made this revelation during interview programme with Bloomberg TV. Jonathan revealed that state gove
rnors were to blame for pressurising him to spend from the reserve fund thereby reducing the $20 billion at the inception of his administration left by Olusegun Obasanjo to about $2 billion when he left office on May 29, 2015. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Goodluck Jonathan “At any time the earnings (from oil) drop, the governors would insist that there is no place in our laws that actually say that the federal government should keep the reserve. They always insisted that a part of it (excess crude revenue account) should be brought.Jonathan pointed out that while some argued that the crude oil reserve account was to be used for rainy days, others said it should be used during time of financial difficulty. “Yes, it is also part of our own reserves. But, when I was there, I tried to make a special fund called a sovereign wealth fund, so that it would not be easy for one to take from there.” The former president identified the agricultural sector as where he made the biggest transformation and that it was the best in the country’s history. He said this achievement led to the then minister of agriculture, Akinwumi Adesina, to be elected president of the African Development Bank. He however regretted that his administration did not do well in the mineral sector industry despite all efforts to attract investors. “The blue print and everything was worked out. So, if somebody says I did not diversify the economy, I will say that is not true. Of course, I was president of Nigeria. Sometimes, when people ask me question, it would seem I was the president of Nigeria from Independence till 2015. I was president for five years.” On the issue that corruption was commonplace during his administration, Jonathan said there was nothing new about it as it had been the case since the country’s independence. “Perception is based on what people say. In Nigeria, somehow it has been a routine. From the collapse of the First Republic, what the military said was the reason for taking over was corruption. READ ALSO: Buhari to commission Abuja-Kaduna railway project next month “When the Second Republic collapsed, the same was the story. If there is a major change in government where one political party is taking over power from another one, there must be issues that would be raised. “Yes. I cannot say the country, from beginning of independence, there was no corruption. Yes, there was corruption. I did well to cut down on corruption. My approach was not to make money available to anybody to touch.” The former president said his administration was able to eliminate corruption in fertilizer subsidies but could not do same in the oil industry. “The very people that have been accusing us of corruption are the very people that frustrated it. It’s unfortunate,” he lamented. Meanwhile, Jonathan also admitted that he has been investigated for alleged corruption during his administration by President Muhmammadu Buhari’s government. When asked if he has been investigated, Jonathan replied: “Of course, obviously, they investigated and I’ve been investigated.
rnors were to blame for pressurising him to spend from the reserve fund thereby reducing the $20 billion at the inception of his administration left by Olusegun Obasanjo to about $2 billion when he left office on May 29, 2015. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Goodluck Jonathan “At any time the earnings (from oil) drop, the governors would insist that there is no place in our laws that actually say that the federal government should keep the reserve. They always insisted that a part of it (excess crude revenue account) should be brought.Jonathan pointed out that while some argued that the crude oil reserve account was to be used for rainy days, others said it should be used during time of financial difficulty. “Yes, it is also part of our own reserves. But, when I was there, I tried to make a special fund called a sovereign wealth fund, so that it would not be easy for one to take from there.” The former president identified the agricultural sector as where he made the biggest transformation and that it was the best in the country’s history. He said this achievement led to the then minister of agriculture, Akinwumi Adesina, to be elected president of the African Development Bank. He however regretted that his administration did not do well in the mineral sector industry despite all efforts to attract investors. “The blue print and everything was worked out. So, if somebody says I did not diversify the economy, I will say that is not true. Of course, I was president of Nigeria. Sometimes, when people ask me question, it would seem I was the president of Nigeria from Independence till 2015. I was president for five years.” On the issue that corruption was commonplace during his administration, Jonathan said there was nothing new about it as it had been the case since the country’s independence. “Perception is based on what people say. In Nigeria, somehow it has been a routine. From the collapse of the First Republic, what the military said was the reason for taking over was corruption. READ ALSO: Buhari to commission Abuja-Kaduna railway project next month “When the Second Republic collapsed, the same was the story. If there is a major change in government where one political party is taking over power from another one, there must be issues that would be raised. “Yes. I cannot say the country, from beginning of independence, there was no corruption. Yes, there was corruption. I did well to cut down on corruption. My approach was not to make money available to anybody to touch.” The former president said his administration was able to eliminate corruption in fertilizer subsidies but could not do same in the oil industry. “The very people that have been accusing us of corruption are the very people that frustrated it. It’s unfortunate,” he lamented. Meanwhile, Jonathan also admitted that he has been investigated for alleged corruption during his administration by President Muhmammadu Buhari’s government. When asked if he has been investigated, Jonathan replied: “Of course, obviously, they investigated and I’ve been investigated.
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