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"Ndi Yoruba na Igbo-Phobia"

Genevieve Nnaji wrote...✍🏽

The Igbos have never been the problem with Nigeria or wherever they find themselves.
This is not ethnic jingoism or
bigotry.

The Igbos will never foment troubles where they are because they know that "Isi kote ebu, ọgbaa ya".
They also know deep in their hearts that "Ife onye metalu, obulu."

The Igbos will never kill others to live because they believe that "ndụ bu ịsị."
Yes, murder or "ịgbu ọchu" is one of the most despicable crimes amongst the Igbos.
The Igbos believe that once you are alive, there is always a way left to succeed.
The "igba mbọ" is perhaps the best gift of the Igboman.
Yes, the Igbos struggle to make it in life.
They are industrious, assiduous & sedulous.
The Igbos also believe in helping one
another.
That's why you hear "onye aghana nwanne ya."

There is also no lateness in making it in life amongst the Igbos
because "ebe onye ọsọ ruru, ka onye ije geru" and uwa mgbede ka mma."
Igbo businessmen are scattered all over the world.
Wherever they are, they make their homes, building houses & gentrifying districts.
For most lgbos, "ala bu otu."
Igbos are liberal, accommodating & very friendly to foreigners.
This is because they are themselves scattered all over the world as
immigrants.

Na Lagos, Ndi Igbo n'agba ọsọ ahia, Igbo n'ere gala na go slow, Igbo n'aru conductor, ụmụ Igbo bụ importers bụrụ manufacturers, Igbo nọ into clearing and forwarding, Igbo n'esi
nri, ụmụnna n'ere motor parts, Igbo n'arụ police na ọrụ aka.

Ndi Igbo adirọ selective with jobs maka na onye rụọ, orie.
But the Igbos will never take your lands or countries from you.
The Igboman thinks about his native home.
Yes, you will never provide him with "akpu", bitter leaves soup, palm wine, isi ewu & other scrumptious dishes he misses at Igboland.
While living in your country or state, never you imagine the Igbo is not
thinking about his village.
My friend, he does that everyday.
Where ever the Igbos ubicate, their hearts are not far from their native homes.

Stop killing the Igbos.
They will only make their money & go
back to their land.
And they know how to make legitimate money.
Yes, where you see nothing, the Igbos with their gimlet eyes see "Ego."

So when next you meet an Igboman, ask him "Nna, how far?"
If you are lucky & he had done a successful business deal, he
might just take you out for lunch. Yes, the Igbos like sharing.
On the other hand, if business is low, he will tell you the normal clichés... "Obodo bu Igwe" or Ife an'eme adirọ easy" or "Ogbogu di tight."
Look at his face closely as he laments.
You will see no signs of defeatism. Mind you, he might just be carrying 1Million Naira in his pockets.
Just that the money had already been budgeted for "sontin es!!!"

Daalụ.

Senator Adeseye Ogunlewe wrote this beautiful piece, read and learn.

Lagos State belongs as much to the ethnic Igbo as to the Yoruba, Ijaw, Hausa, Fulani, Efik, Idoma, Urhobo, Itshekiri, Edo, and so on who live in it, pay tax, identify with it, and settle in it. That compact was made the moment Nigeria became a single nation, and a successor power to the old principalities who were subdued and who ceded their sovereignty for the new commonwealth of Nigeria.

It was pragmatic. The Igbo had the skill and the industry, and Lagos was the seat of the Federal Government of Nigeria and its major port. The Igbo have lived in Lagos since the 15th century when the Aro and other Igbo first settled in good number in a place we now call “Oyingbo” in the era of Benin and the Portuguese trade.

The arrival of  Dr. Namdi Azikiwe to Lagos in 1937 from Accra after his studies in the United States, stimulated the political and cultural environment of Lagos as no other has before or after him. Zik literally resurrected the wizard of Kirsten hall from political death. Zik represented Lagos in the western house. The NCNC was the power in Lagos, and not the Action Group. The Igbo were prominent in the governance of Lagos in the Lagos City Hall.

The institutional development of Lagos – the railways, the ports and ship yards; the education and research facilities; the Banking and Commodities Exchange, the development of towns like Yaba, Surulere, Ebutta-Metta, Festac Town, Victoria Island, and now increasing the Ajah-Lekki axis, and of course, the ghettoes along the Orile-Badagry axis, have profound Igbo imprimatur.

The circulation of the image of Lagos is to date best reflected in the cosmopolitan Igbo imagination of one of the greatest African writers of the 20th century, Cyprian Ekwensi, a thorough Lagosian if there was any. Igbo have built industries in Lagos and have been drivers of commerce and exchange.

Interestingly, I was born at plot number 8, Okoya Street, Idumagbo- Lagos, while the Ojukwu families were residing at number one to three on the same street. I grew up to know the father of Odumegwu Ojukwu. Chimbizie and Azuka grew up with us on the same street. Even the Chibeze small parking space at the end of Okoya Street is called Ojukwu.

I later attended St. Patrick Primary School, Idumagbo, where I had very amiable classmates of Igbo origin in the persons of Azubike Ezenwa and Damian, Ihekuna, both now professors and doctors of today. They were brilliant, resourceful and friendly.

When we were playing bamboo and Tene Felele at Orikoriko at Onola playing ground, the Igbo participated actively. In the area of sports, school football and athletes, Igbo were dominant at Kings College, St. Gregory school, St. Finbars, Akoka, Igbobi College and Ahmadiyya College, Agege. Such boys, Njokwu, George Amu, Stephen Keshi, Henry Nwosu, Patrick Noquapor, Peter Anieke and Sammy Opone were dominant on the field of football, while Asiodu, Empire Kanu were prominent on the field of athletics.

Anytime we went to watch football match at Onikan stadium, my darling team, Stationery Stores and our adversary team I hated most was the E. C. N, where the centre forward, Paul Hamilton, the National Team, Fabian the captain who bit the dust. Our greatest captain was Duru, Oduah Onyenrekwa, Onyeador Onyeali and Opel, the greatest outside right Nigeria ever had, Cyril Azuluka. So, during my early life at primary school, the Igbo were always there and delightful to watch, both in athletes and on the football field.

When I listened to radio at that time, both the commentary and drama series, the Igbo were there for you. The likes of Chris Ndaguba, Ernest Okwonkwo, Ralph Okpara ‘Alawo Sekiseki the traveler’. The episode will end with – The script was written by Ralph Okpara and edited by Yemi Lijadu.

Anytime I visited where I was born today in Idumagbo at Lagos Island, the entire place is covered by Igbo traders in their thousands. They were never troublesome but decent and accommodating. They have virtually taken over all properties of the indigenes. They succeeded in developing all our properties, married to most of our children even from the royal families. There is no single house you will visit without an Igbo man selling wares there.

So, who is saying something else? Only the strangers in our midst will not notice participation of economic development in our state by the Igbos. Most houses and shops in Lagos Island have been purchased, developed and occupied by the Igbos. The value of their investments in Lagos Island alone is in trillions of naira.

Instead of deporting the Igbos, whose contributions to the development of Lagos state are immensurable, you must keep on praising and encouraging them to keep on developing Lagos State

Senator Adeseye Ogunlewe

Did you know....

Ojota used to be a military settlement in the late 18th century and soldiers practised their shooting there. The area had several gun firing spots and became known as “Oju Ota” in Yoruba
which means “Bullet spots”. It later metamorphosed into Ojota which it is called now.

2.Abule Egba
This area is on the outskirts of Lagos and got its name from the early settlers who were Egba people from Abeokuta. The area was first called “Abule awon egba” in Yoruba, which means “Village of Egba people”. It later became “Abule Egba”.

3.Apongbon
Apongbon is one of Lagos’ most popular markets, and it’s also quite close to the popular Oke-Arin market. It got its name from the then acting governor of the Lagos colony, William McCoskry, who had a Red Beard. The Yorubas who couldn’t pronounce the colonial governor’s name decided to describe him by his red beard and started calling him “Oyinbo to pon ni igbon” meaning a red-bearded man. It later became Apongbon.

4.Magodo
Magodo is now a posh area, but in the past, it used to be sacred land. The residents had a lot of taboos and one of them was to avoid using mortars and pestles, “Ma gun odo” which means “Don’t pound it”. It later became ‘Magodo

5.Epetedo
Epe is named after the early settlers who were Epe traders. The area became dominated by the Epes and they still trade there until today.

6.Ebute-Metta
Ebute-Metta is one of the earliest harbour docks where British ships berthed at. It was a hub for trade and commerce in colonial times. Ebute-Metta is a fusion of the words “Ebute” which means the seaside in Yoruba, and “Metta” which means three. The three shores are Iddo, Otto and Oko baba.

7.Broad street
Broad street used to be one of the longest and widest streets in the city. It got its name from its broadness.

8.Agidingbi
The British Naval forces invaded Lagos in 1885 under the pretext of stopping slavery and human sacrifice. The noise their canon made was really loud, and the sound was heard round the streets of Lagos Island. The people described the sound as “A gb din gbinnn”. Which means a loud groundbreaking noise. The name Agidingbi was borne out of this.

9.Victoria Island
Victoria Island was also a major hub for commerce and British ships berthed there often. It’s named after Queen Victoria of England who was Queen from 1837-1901.

10.Ikeja
Ikeja, the capital of Lagos, is actually an abbreviation for “Ikorodu And Epe Joint Administration”. It was coined by the colonial masters for ease of administration.”
I hope we find this info useful.

The Origin Of ‘Ìyàwó’, The Yoruba Word For Wife !!!

It is unknown to many speakers of the Yorùbá language that the original Yorùbá word for wife is ‘aya’ and not the commonly used ‘Ìyàwó’.
Back in the early years of the Yorùbá people, the word Iyawo did not have a place in the Yorùbá language not until an incident brought about its coinage and usage. Old Nigeria present you the origin of the Yorùbá word Ìyàwó .

Origin of the Yorùbá word Ìyàwó:
Long ago in Yorùbá land, a beautiful princess and daughter of the first king of Iwó town named Wúràọlá was in the quest of getting herself a patient, tolerant and well mannered husband.
Strong and good looking men, the likes of Sàngó, Ògún and others, had already traveled to Iwó town to seek the hand of Wúràọlá in marriage but left not with a wife but uncontrollable anger. Wúràọlá had been rude to everyone of them. In fact, she hurled insults and curses at her suitors which made them all leave on the same day they arrived the town of Iwo because they couldn’t tolerate her bad behaviors.
Ọ̀rúnmìlà, a good looking man, also journeyed to Iwó in the bid to win the hand of Wúràọlá in marriage. But before he set out, he had already consulted Olódùmarè, the supreme being, through Ifá . Olódùmarè revealed to Òrúnmìlà that he must be patient with Wúràọlá and endure her behaviors no matter how bad they are in order to succeed in the quest of marrying Wúràọlá .
When Òrúnmìlà got to the palace of the king of Iwó, he was greeted with a hiss and scornful look by Wúràọlá. The unperturbed Òrúnmìlà smiled and returned her greetings with kind and sweet words and also presented gifts to the king.
Òrúnmìlà stayed in Iwó for seven days which can be described as nothing but a hell on earth. Wúràọlá didn’t serve Òrúnmìlà water let alone food. She insulted the goodness out of Òrúnmìlà but he stayed calm and smiled at her. He even smiled when she used his opon ifa (divination board) as firewood and when she took his pouch (àpò ominijekun) from him. Though, Òrúnmìlà boiled with rage, still, he didn’t show it or leave Iwo according to the instructions of Olódùmarè .
On the sixth day of Òrúnmìlà's stay in Iwó town, the king of Iwó gave Wúràọlá in marriage to him after concluding that he is a patient, kind and tolerant man suitable to marry his daughter. Meanwhile, Wúràọlá's bad behaviors were planned to test her suitors so as to get her a husband with good manners and temper. She was a lovely, caring and well behaved lady. Òrúnmìlà was glad that he heeded to the instructions of Olódùmarè and on the seventh day, he and Wúràọlá journey back to his town.
Òrúnmìlà was welcomed and praised by his townspeople for his achievement. When they asked him about Wuraola, his wife, he responded, “Ìyà tí mo jẹ ní Iwó” (my sufferings in Iwó town) That was how wives became known as Ìyà-Iwó (sufferings in Iwó) and now Ìyàwó . So men don't be afraid or surprise by what u experience daily, it started from ages.

*Happy Holidays to All*
Shared by: Ade Oluwo

Did you know.....

Apongbon street was named after Acting Governor McCrosky. Strange? Yes. Prior to his appointment as Acting Governor, he was a business man and Assessor to the court in Tinubu. He was a friend to Fagbemi Dawodu, the rich business man of Nupe origin(Tapa) turned Lagosian. When Fagbemi reverted to Christianity after abandoning Ifa that he was born into. McCrosky was his God-father at his baptism. Fagbemi was the owner of the giant house that sprawled from Broad Street to the Marina at Olowogbowo.
The CMS mission rented it to house offices and residence for Bishop Ajayi Crowther. The school founded by Crowther's son-in-law, Rev Thomas Babington Macaulay, (CMS Grammar School) was also initially housed there. The front of that building was named Bishop Street (till today). The street nearest to it is at the back was named Apongbon Street (till today) after Fagbemi's friend, McCrosky who was bald in the head but had a bushy ginger-colored beard. So all over Lagos he was known as Oyinbo a-pon-ni-gbon. (the white man with the reddish beard). A-pon-ni-gbon was shorteneded to Apongbon.

My Genuine Wish

I genuinely wish I could be like Jesus Christ, not in holiness or godliness, but in temperament. I wish a side of my cheek could be slapped and I would have the temerity to turn the other side, overlook disrespect and refuse to fight back at the height of provocation.

How I wish that if someone calls me Stinking, I could compliment the person as smelling nice. My wishful inclination to emulate Jesus abounds, but my capacity to be close is afar. I guess nobody can be like Him, though some are better at striving to be than others.

I also wish I could be like Mandela, Dr. Martin Luther king  or Indira Gandhi so that I would preach, tutor and befriend my oppressors and bullies about Love, peace and the importance of reconciliation, but I guess THE CREATOR made me to be like Moses, David and Malcom X, so that when you choose to kill my chicken I orchestrate to break your eggs, when you want to reincarnate to be modern day Goliath, I seek for strength to defeat you and when you choose to deny me my GOD given right, liberty and freedom, I go all the way to protect me.

Oh, I wish I could be like Henry Kissinger, not in personality but in diplomacy, so that I could have a good understanding of diplomatic gimmicks and pretend to like you when I am sure that you cannot stand my gut, but my innermost believe that diplomacy when individual is hypocrisy will not permit me. My sincere distaste for hypocrisy is so original and inborn that my mood and dispositions can not be faked. My love is for those that love me truly. I wish I could always be politically and empathetically correct all the time but my spontaneous reactions have no room for baloney and it's embellishment.

But all in all, my gratitude is to GOD, not only for the gift of easiness to be me, the endowment to enjoy and find strength in my personhood, my idiosyncrasies, my laxities and inadequacies, but most importantly for my ability to at all times have an unbelievable level of confidence in myself that friends and foes find incomprehensible.

ONÍRÈSÉ

Before ÒYÓ became what we know today as Oyo town and Oyo state, it was known as ÒYÓ-ILÉ which Historians referred to as OLD OYO EMPIRE.
That was the Era when the ALÁÀFIN had the autonomous power and referred as;
"Alaşę ikeji Orişa" ( the 2nd in command to the gods). There was an absolute Power endowed to the Alaafin all over Yoruba Kingdom. The powers can only be checked by the OYOMESI, for the purpose of CHECK and BALANCE.
Infact, there was one Alaafin who ordered for the head of his father in-law, simply because the wife indirectly challenged his Authority while bathing the Alaafin in the bathroom. (You can grab a copy of BASHORUN GAA to see full story).
Thus, the trio phrase of; 'IKÚ BÀBÁ YÈYÉ" which is translated as; " THE DEATH, THE PATERNAL and THE MATERNAL" might not mean anything to us in this modern Democatic Era but in the ancient Yoruba Days, it meant a great deal.

Behind the Alaafin Oyo's Palace in the Ancient days were rows of stalls where wood and calabash carvers known as ONÍRÈSÉ engaged in their craft work. ONÍRÈSÉ as earlier said literally means CALABASH CARVERS but among these carvers, one was nicknamed ONÍRÈSÉ. He was a Divinely gifted Carver.
During his birth, an IFA priest who was consulted by his parent, informed that the new born baby will be a great leader and one day, he will find himself in a strange land across the Ocean among the white people. But he must not engage in any work than the Carving business.
His kinsmen were not surprised with the calibre of people that were patronising ONÍRÈSÉ as he was growing into the carving business. The Alaafin, his chiefs, Kings from neighbouring towns and all idol worshippers were all customers to this young man. His work was second to none in the entire Yoruba Region.
One day, some Europeans who had come to Oyo for tourism and to study the Monarchical system of the Oyo Empire stumbled into the stall of ONÍRÈSÉ and they were completely amazed by the excellent craft works done by him. After said and done, ONÍRÈSÉ found himself in an exhibition in Switzerland where his work became the best among others. ONÍRÈSÉ spent 13 years touring different part of Europe with the help of an European lady who had become his close Associate.
After tying the knot with this lady after an Exhibition in a small town in Sweden, ONÍRÈSÉ decided to return home with his new bride for proper African traditional wedding.
The entire Oyo township and its environ were filled to the brim with people who had come to witness this very rare marriage. It was a showcase of pure African tradition and the Europeans that witnessed the occasion were fully entertained.

After the wedding rites, the Alaafin bestowed the title of BAALE ÌRÈSÉ to ONÍRÈSÉ for the great honour he brought to Oyo kingdom. With the new title and responsibility, the Alaafin believed that the white woman would mot take the great man back to her strange land again.
At this period back home, ONÍRÈSÉ desist from making calabash again rather he focused on other lucrative businesses and the governing of his little Area.
His old customers who were highly placed all over Yoruba Kingdom approached him to make Calabash for them but he refused bluntly, encouraging them to patronize his kinsmen who are still into the business. This attitude annoyed some prominent chiefs in Oyo and they reported him to the Alaafin,  saying the man had become so arrogant and disrespectful. They wanted Alaafin to give him him a marching order to continue with the carving skill.
The Alaafin in his wisdom replied thus;
Eyin Oyomesi,  BÍ ONÍRÈSÉ BÁ KÒ TÓ LÓHUN Ò FÍN'GBÁ MÓ, ÈYÍ TÓ TI FÌN SÍLÈ KÒ LE PARUN LAELAE". This simply means; if ONÍRÈSÉ, the calabash carver desist from making calabash again, the ones he had made in the past can never be perished.

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Credit- yinka egbeyemi.

PASTOR'S SECRET WIFE

Episode  One

The last abortion I did was the fourth time I'm doing abortion for you. You want to destroy all the children in my womb? When I finally get married, what will I give to my husband? I will not abort this pregnancy, I will keep it and face the shame. Stella lamented to her secret boyfriend after he asked her to go for abortion as usual. You know I am a pastor and my integrity is at stake if you keep this pregnancy. What will I tell my wife? What do you want me to tell my G.O? How will I stand my congregation? Those who wanted my downfall all this while will now have the opportunity to ground me. You can't keep the pregnancy Stella. These and more were the words of Pastor Olumodeji, when Stella insisted she will keep the pregnancy this time.

How did it go? I asked my friend. Stella has been my childhood friend for over two decades now. Every time she was pregnant for pastor Olumodeji, I was the only one she confided in. We were both members of the central choir until pastor Olumodeji transferred me to our new branch in the mainland and made me the head of the choir. He made it look like he was promoting me but I knew he was no longer comfortable seeing me in the same church he pastors, knowing how much of his secrets I have known. Before my transfer, whenever he preaches about righteousness and our eyes jammed, you could notice the uneasiness on him. I didn't know how my friend entered into this prison. All our attempts to stop their illicit relationship failed severally. They had used me most often to clean up their mess. Why I connived with them to continually help them cover up still remains a mystery to me.

Stella, you're keeping this pregnancy this time. How long will you continue to protect an integrity that does not exist? A man of integrity does not sleep with his church members. It is high time you let the church know what pastor Olumodeji has been doing in the secret. If we continue to cover this evil for him, God  will not spare us in his judgement. He should just accept responsibility for his action, I told Stella. I have made up my mind to keep the pregnancy and there's no going back on that but I won't implicate pastor Olumodeji. I can't stand the shame and humiliation. I can't watch and see the church I helped built from the scratch crumble right in my face because of my illicit affair with the pastor. I will not be the one who will be the tool of destruction for the church of God. Pastor Olumodeji may be stained but there are still righteous people in the church. Hearing this will puncture the faith of the young believers who trust him so much. I will run away with my pregnancy to an unknown destination. This is what I will do and I don't want you to advice me against it. Stella said.

Very early in the morning before I woke up from the bed, my phone rang. when I checked my caller, it was our area pastor, my friend's secret boyfriend, pastor Olumodeji. Without doubt, I knew why he was calling me. It must be in connection with Stella's pregnancy. This time I wasn't going to be the good girl I used to be, I will be blunt and straight to pastor. I was still thinking of dirty and derogatory words to use against pastor when I picked his call, then the call ended. I was expecting him to call me back because I knew he must have had a sleepless night over the issue. While I was waiting for his call, Stella's call came in. I picked and couldn't hear her as the call kept breaking due to network problem. I can't hear you Stella, let me call you with my mtn line, I suggested. As I tried to dial her number, pastor's call interrupted. I refused to pick his call so I can speak with my friend first. The more I tried to reach Stella, the more his calls kept interrupting. At this time, I realized he was really desperate and agitated. I was literally confused but not answering his calls may send a wrong signal. I decided to pick his call. "Hello sister Mercy" he said. " Hello pastor" I replied.

I need to see you urgently sister Mercy. We have to talk now, I don't  mind meeting you in your house or somewhere else. He said in a worried voice. Can you imagine my area pastor humble himself to this extent because he had defecated in the wrong place? No wonder the Bible says "there is no peace for the wicked". The thought of using this case to milk him started running through my mind while I was still on the phone with him. But on a second thought, is it not our church resources he will use to service the ransoms? I reasoned within me.

To be continued in Episode Two

A MUST READ: WHEN I NEARLY SCAMMED THE SCAM

Early this week I received a call from phone number 08139239474. He identified himself as Uchenna, a trader based in Abuja. He told me he got my number from the Nigerian Property website, and he is interested in one of the properties I advertised. The property is located at Orji and is worth 7 million naira. He agreed to pay immediately.

I told him he should send someone or come down here himself to inspect the property, but he said he was recently settled by his Oga and is always busy these days. He trusts me and he wants to transfer the money to my account to buy it for him in his name. I was a bit surprised.
Sounds so strange someone who I have never met before, who is talking to me on phone for the first time would just "trust" me and transfer a whooping sum of 7 million to my account for a property transaction. I smelt the scam. I also remembered a colleague shared this kind of information in our Lawyers Forum recently, so I decided to play along.

Evening the next day, he called me back and told me he will not do the transfer again. He was too busy to go to bank. He said he has now locked up the 7 million in the freezer compartment of an old refrigerator which he will waybill to me that evening. I told him I'm ok with the arrangement.

Around 9pm this number 08102319846 called me and said he is Driver Ayuba with my waybill item. He said I should wait for him at Control Post Owerri the next morning around  7am. I told him sir I will be there even by 5.

Fast forward next morning, I didn't get a call from the "driver" till about 8.30am. He called me  shouting untop of his voices that the refrigerator he was bringing me is frustrating his journey. It has been seized by Customs at Delta State. He threatened to drop the package if I don't settle the Customs officers immediately. I told him to be patient and everything will be alright. He gave his phone to the "customs officer" to negotiate with me. Then the Kannywood movie started.

The custom officer was like "Kai oga I don seize am for your package. I go smash am oga. I go find out wetin de inside. Boko haram I finish this kantry, boko haram I come to south east. Kai oga bomb fit de inside this your fridge. I go smash am I go find out wetin de inside"

At this moment I couldn't hold myself. I was laughing all through but maintained my cool. Then I asked him what's the solution. He said I must pay 80,000 naira to them immediately. I told him Oga, I wan pay. Abeg no smash the package. E de important to me. Then he sent me this account details
(Odiakaose Joshua. FCMB, ACC NO 5194987013).

I told him I got it and I'm about to make the transfer. Then I ended the call and waited for 5 minutes. My Nwa- Aba instincts kicked in.
I called them back and told them there is a problem. The transfer is not going through. I just found my MB has finished. I asked them to help me out by transferring 1000 MTN airtime to me so that I can subscribe and send them the 80,000 immediately. All I could hear was laughter in the  background. The "Hausa" Custom officer started speaking pure pigin
He was like " This my brother you strong o, na brain go kill you" He laughed and ended the call.
...and this is just heads up for everyone to be careful out there. Many people have discovered their hidden talents in this Buhari economy. Don't be a victim!

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