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How Ibrahim Babankowa Found Tafawa Balewa’s Decomposing Body Along Lagos-Abeokuta Road

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The first and only Prime Minister of Nigeria, Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa’s decomposing body was found in a bush near a village along Lagos-Abeokuta road on January 21, 1966, six days after he was abducted during the January 15 1966 coup which was the first of its kind in Nigeria Ibrahim Babankowa who as at then was an Assistant Superintendent of Police (ASP) found the bodies of Tafawa Balewa, Okotie Eboh and others. In an interview with Vanguard Newspaper, Babankowa recounted how he tracked and found the bodies…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

What was your experience like?
The saddest part of my life as a police officer was the events of January 15th -20th 1966. I was then an Assistant Superintendent of police serving at Mubi in the former Sardauna Province and thereafter, I was discharged from the police mobile force. It was while I was in Sardauna Province in December 1965 that the political crisis in the Western Region blew up.

There was anarchy and ‘Operation Wetie’ where rival political groups were spraying each other with petrol and setting their victims ablaze. Consequent to the ugly development, the Federal Government intervened and raised an anti-riot unit from the Police Refresher Course School in Kaduna, and I was posted from Mubi to Kaduna to take over the unit and given the mandate to quell the trouble in the Western Region.

Ibrahim Babankowa

Ibrahim Babankowa

How did the operations go?
I led the operation in Ibadan, and was later assigned to proceed to Owo with my men because of the brewing tension there. Later, I was asked to move the unit to Arigidi, a border town between the Northern and Western regions. While I was at Arigidi, we got a report that people were being killed at Somolu along Ikorodu Road in Lagos.

So the authorities ordered the unit again to the trouble spots in Lagos where we contained the mayhem. As part of the daily routine, we patrolled Ikorodu, Sagamu, Ibadan, and returned through Abeokuta, Sango-Ota, Agege and Ikeja. At a later stage, we experienced another outbreak of violence in Abeokuta, and were ordered to change base from Somolu to Sango-Ota to deal with the situation there.

What was the situation like at Ota?
I remained at Sango-Ota up to January 15th 1966, the day the first military coup took place in Nigeria. On the night of the coup, I was at a police checkpoint in Sango Ota when a convoy of Army Land Rover, Trucks, and two Peugeot saloon cars were moving from Lagos to Abeokuta and we had no cause to suspect anything sinister because they were military vehicles presumably on a complimentary patrol to restore order.

Little did I know that those military vehicles were indeed conveying the Nigerian leaders to their death. We were perhaps the last group of people that saw them alive. We later discovered the vehicle stopped about three kilometres away from our checkpoint and diverted into a nearby forest where they shot and killed the Prime Minister, Okotie-Eboh, and this was on a Friday night, January 15th 1966.

Tafawa Balewa
Abubakar Tafawa Balewa

About an hour later these same military convoys came back and headed towards Lagos. The following morning we learnt that there was a military coup. While the chaotic situation remained, the prime minister, Alhaji Tafawa Balewa was reportedly removed from his residence and taken to an unknown location.

How did you discover where the Prime Minister and the minister were dumped?
I got a clue on the fourth day of his death I had gone to the clinic at Sango Ota to get medication at the only clinic then in the town that equally served as General Hospital, when I picked a loose conversation between some patients at the clinic. They said in Yoruba that there was an unpleasant smell around their neighbourhood, and they didn’t know what was causing it and I later found out that those women came from a village along Abeokuta highway.

What was your reaction to the clue ?
The nature of the operations dramatically changed as I divided my anti-riot unit squad into two. I deployed a unit to comb the area, and that was how we came across the spot in the forest where we beheld a horrible spectacle.

What did you discover?
We saw the decomposing corpses of the Prime Minister, Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, Chief Okotie –Eboh, Colonel Kur Muhammad, Colonel Abogo Largema and two others. I was shocked and reported my findings to the Inspector General immediately through the nearest police station at Ikeja Provisional Headquarters where the officer in charge, Alhaji Kafaru Tinubu, allowed me access to use the facility. I told the IG that I had sighted and identified the dead bodies of the Prime Minister and others and that I was awaiting further instructions.

Incidentally the substantive IG, the late Mr. L O Edet was on leave and the late Alhaji Kam Salem was acting. I was subsequently directed to move to the Force Headquarters and to facilitate my quick arrival he asked me to use siren when coming to Lagos.

By the time I got to Lagos, General Aguiyi Ironsi had already taken over power as the first military Head of state and located himself to the Moloney Street Force Headquarters. Before I was let in, I was disarmed by the military personnel who were there waiting for me. They seized my weapons a gun and a pistol. They also went ahead to remove my boots, belt and cap before I was marched bare footed before the Inspector General who was sitting in company of the new Head of state, General Ironsi. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

As I arrived in the office, Kam Salem did not utter a word, but General Ironsi said to me in Hausa, “officer, Ka ce kaga gawar Prime Minister Abubakar Tafawa Balewa da ta wasu mutane”? meaning “Officer you said you have sighted the corpses of the Prime Minister, Abubakar Tafawa Balewa and others”? and I said “Yes, Sir”. General Ironsi asked again “How did you know him”? and I said “ well I had worked with the Sardauna of Sokoto as his Security officer, and Sardauna and Balewa were very close, and I knew the Prime Minister very well”.

What happened thereafter?
I was marched out, and General Ironsi directed I should be detained at the Naval Base, Apapa, but the IG told him that “if you wouldn’t mind we can put him in detention here in our own custody and produce him at any hour you want him.’‘ General Ironsi accepted the IG plea, and I was hounded into detention at Yaba Police station.

At about mid night the ADC to the late Prime minister, Mr Kaftan, and the then Madaki of Bauchi who was an in-law to Alhaji Tafawa-Balewa came with an ambulance and a truck full of coffins, secured my release and directed I should lead them to the spot where the corpses were.

What happened at the forest?
We saw the mangled body of the prime minister crumbled under a tree, his cap (zanna) was lying by his right side. He wore a pure white guinea brocade gown which had already changed colour. As a result of advanced decomposition, numerous worms were coming out from his body.
We rolled over a white cloth, and had to bring my weight on his knee in order to straighten it to get a perfect position. We attended to the prime minister body first before others, and I marked his coffin with an Arabic inscription to avoid mix up.

We conveyed his remain to the VIP section of the Ikeja airport where there were two waiting aircraft. The Prime Minister’s corpse was placed in the baggage compartment of one of the aircraft which was also conveying members of his immediate family back to Bauchi for burial.

In Bauchi, we took the corpse to his family house. No one could perform the ritual of washing the corpse as stipulated by Islamic injunction because it was already decomposing, water was simply sprayed on it and final prayers offered before he was laid to rest. After the burial, the IG directed that I should proceed on annual leave, which I did.

What would you have done if you knew what was happening?
Definitely if I had known that occupants of the military vehicles were eminent Nigerian leaders been driven to their death, I would certainly have intervened.

How?
We were more in number, about 53 well-armed mobile police officers at the roadblock, and they were few soldiers in the trucks and some senior officers in a Land Rover. We would have simply overwhelmed them. They might kill some of us but we would have killed all of them, while those who might have survived the shoot out would have lived to tell the story. I would have probably been a dead man by now. I would have saved them because I would have launched an attack.

Was there no sign to suggest the identity of the occupants?
I told you there was an emergency, and a curfew in the Western Nigeria, then an army truck believed to be on complimentary patrol. How would you have thought of something sinister? Military coup was strange to us then. But if I had a clue, I would have personally intervened and that would have been a big fight between us and the military.

What do you think is responsible for the current controversy over how Sir Abubakar died?
I would not know their motive, but by experience, there must be a motive by a clique to achieve a hidden agenda. Suddenly a man spoke, another one lent credence to the first speaker, then another repeated it. You ask yourself where did he see the corpse?

Where? How and the state of the bodies because I discovered them and guarded them until they were finally evacuated for burial. The other people who can lay claim to have seen the corpses were those patriotic officers that I went there with and the Madaki of Bauchi, Maitama Sule, Mr Tapgun, the ADC to the late Prime Minister, and a few military doctors who accompanied us with the coffin.

How is the North viewing this controversy?
I am convinced there is more to it than meets the eye. There is an undertone. I want to believe it’s a group thing, and would not be surprised if another person comes to dish out lies to the public again.

Were you surprised by the Mathew Mbu’s statement?
It is unfortunate. Look at a man like Matthew Mbu who at the age of less than 30 years was appointed Nigerian Ambassador to UK by Tafawa Balewa only to come and say what he said. Is Matthew Mbu a medical doctor to certify the cause of death? If the Prime Minister died of asthma as he erroneously reported, would he have been possible for him to give up the ghost in the bush with a cabinet member and some military officers on the eve of the first military coup?. The argument is not logical, and its sheer rubbish for people of high intellect to get involved in a pedestrian argument bereft of sound reasoning. Matthew Mbu doesn’t know anything about the issue he has raised. SOURCE

 

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Man Drugs 2-Year-Old Baby With Cocaine So He Can Abuse Her While The Mom Lets Him –

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Cases of abuse against children seem to be more common but are no less shocking despite their regularity.

Recently, a shocking case of child abuse came to light for law enforcement in Madison County, Illinois when a two-year-old was taken for medical help by her mother.

Staff at the medical facility immediately identified abuse against the child and called in law enforcement to investigate further.

The shocking details of the case came to the attention of the public when they were released after the child’s mother, Lacey Take and her partner, Matthew Miller appeared in court…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The details of the case are shocking and reveal the lack of care for her daughter from 31-year-old Take and the depravity of 40-year-old Miller.

The case against the two detailed the two-year-old was assaulted by Miller on at least two occasions on July 10th and 23rd.

Authorities believe Take knew her daughter had been sexually assaulted by Miller, but she failed to inform law enforcement or medical professionals of the abuse.

It is believed the mother of the child continued to leave Miller alone with her daughter despite the abuse she had already suffered.

Court papers reveal the shocking events of the two weeks endured by the infant who has been taken to Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital where she is undergoing treatment. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Police believe the couple was using cocaine prior to the abuse of the two-year-old with reports stating the drug was used to subdue the child during the periods of abuse.

Miller is accused of sexually assaulting the child and biting her during the attacks which police believe took place two weeks apart.

When medical assistance was finally sought for the child following the second assault that took place on June 23rd, medical staff at Anderson Hospital, Troy, Illinois called in police because they suspected abuse had taken place.

Police reports show medical staff identified human bites covering the body of the two-year-old, including those identified on her leg, foot, and hand.

Appearing in court, the couple were charged with a range of crimes including three charges of sexual assault and four of aggravated battery for Matthew Miller.

Police do not believe Lacey Take took part in the sexual abuse of her daughter but they do agree she was complicit in knowing the abuse was ongoing and failed to act in the interests of the child.

Take was eventually charged with two counts of child endangerment and permitting sexual abuse of a child.

The seriousness of the crimes committed by Take and Miller was shown in the high level of bail set at $1 million for Miller and $500,000 for Take.

 

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Sabrina, a 25-year-old archaeologist, had roamed the globe uncovering ancient secrets and braving forgotten ruins. Yet, no matter where she went, her thoughts always drifted back to Franklin, her partner. Franklin, a 30-year-old history professor, had entered her life under the dim lights of a museum, their shared curiosity sparking an undeniable connection. When Franklin proposed during a candlelit rooftop dinner in his classic apartment, Sabrina’s joy was immediate and overwhelming. She said yes without hesitation, and as Franklin slid the ring onto her finger, their embrace marked the intertwining of two lives…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Eager to introduce Franklin to her mother, Veronica, Sabrina drove with him to her childhood home in the countryside. The house, framed by a rose-covered fence and surrounded by fields and forests, felt like a world apart from their busy lives. When Veronica opened the door, her eyes studied Franklin with fleeting recognition.

“He looks so much like Francis,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something Sabrina couldn’t place.

“Who’s Francis, Mom?” Sabrina asked, puzzled.

Veronica hesitated before replying, “An old friend of mine.”

Sabrina sensed something odd but brushed it off, thinking her mother’s reaction was just nerves. What she didn’t realize was that her mother’s past was about to cast a long shadow over their future.


In the early days of their new life together, Sabrina, Franklin, and Veronica filled their home with laughter and warmth. They gathered around the dining table, shared meals, and reminisced over Sabrina’s childhood. Franklin quickly became part of the family, and Veronica’s initial reserve melted into genuine affection for her future son-in-law.

One evening, as Sabrina flipped through old photo albums, her phone rang. The urgency in her voice cut through the cozy atmosphere as she learned of a week-long assignment in Egypt. Excitement sparkled in her eyes as she hugged Franklin goodbye.

“I’ll be back soon. Wait for me,” she whispered.

Franklin’s smile was soft but sincere. “I’ll wait for you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

With Sabrina away, Veronica and Franklin spent more time together. Meals carried a nostalgic flavor for Franklin, as though he had tasted them before. Evenings turned into chess games, a ritual they both enjoyed. Veronica began noticing uncanny similarities between Franklin and Francis, her lost love from years ago—his subtle habits, the way he sipped his tea, his laughter, and his strategic moves on the chessboard. It became harder to dismiss the notion that these similarities were more than coincidence.

One evening, as they prepared dinner, Franklin accidentally cut his palm. Veronica swiftly grabbed a first-aid kit, but as she bandaged his hand, her breath caught. A small scar on his palm mirrored one Francis had from a childhood accident. Veronica’s hands trembled as she retrieved an old photograph of herself and Francis and handed it to Franklin.

Franklin’s gaze locked onto the photo. A wave of dizziness struck him as memories once murky began to crystallize. Faces, places, and moments he had forgotten surged forward. His past, a puzzle missing critical pieces, now began to make sense. Veronica, too, saw the truth as the puzzle pieces aligned.


Sabrina returned home eager to reunite with Franklin, but unease crept in as her neighbor, Delilah, mentioned seeing Franklin and Veronica unusually close, even dancing together in the living room. Entering the house, Sabrina’s heart sank at the sight of Franklin and Veronica locked in an intimate embrace.

“What is going on here?” Sabrina choked out, tears springing to her eyes. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Veronica and Franklin exchanged heavy glances, their faces etched with guilt and sorrow. Veronica took a shaky breath.

“Sabrina, there’s something you need to know,” Veronica began. “Franklin isn’t who you think he is. He’s actually Francis—your biological father.”

The words hit Sabrina like a punch. Her mind raced, struggling to process the revelation. Franklin stepped forward, his voice trembling.

“It’s true,” he confessed. “When I was with Veronica, fragments of my memories returned. I was Francis, deeply in love with her, but I lost those memories after a lightning strike. I didn’t age, and I became someone else—Franklin. I had no idea I had a daughter, no idea about my past until now.”


On a stormy afternoon years ago, Francis and Veronica had a heated argument. In a moment of fury, Francis stormed out into the tempest. Lightning struck him, erasing his memories and halting his aging. He wandered into a new city, unaware of the family he had left behind. It was only after reconnecting with Veronica and Sabrina that his memories resurfaced.

Sabrina’s world crumbled. The man she had loved and planned to marry was her biological father. Overwhelmed, she fled into the torrential rain, desperate to escape the unbearable truth.


Veronica and Franklin raced after her, calling her name through the storm. Near the edge of the forest, they found Sabrina beneath a tree, shivering and drenched. Veronica sprinted to her daughter, but Sabrina shrank back.

“Why has everything turned out like this?” Sabrina sobbed.

Veronica, tears streaming down her face, took Sabrina’s trembling hand. “I’m so sorry, my dear. I never knew Francis was alive. I never wanted this to happen.”

Suddenly, lightning tore through the sky. Franklin lunged forward, pulling Sabrina out of harm’s way. The lightning struck him, and he collapsed. Veronica rushed to his side but slipped and hit her head, losing consciousness.


At the hospital, the doctors revealed that Franklin had survived, but the lightning had triggered a change—he was aging normally again. Gray streaks appeared in his hair, and wrinkles lined his face. As Franklin and Veronica regained consciousness, the family embraced, their tears mingling with relief.

Despite the pain, Sabrina began to accept the truth of her origins. Conversations with Veronica helped mend their fractured relationship. She came to see Franklin’s love for her as her father, not a mistake, and found forgiveness in her heart.

Ten years later, Sabrina had become a renowned archaeologist, her life filled with adventures and discoveries across the globe. Through it all, she carried a profound peace, knowing that love and forgiveness had been the cornerstones of her healing and growth.

 

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A Poor Cleaner Stole Her Boss’s Used Condom, What She Did with it, left everyone In Shock –

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At 25, McKenzie, a graduate of a prestigious school, had no interest in hard work or gradual success. Instead, she dreamed of luxury and opulence, believing the quickest path to it was landing a wealthy man. While her classmates built careers, McKenzie hunted for rich men, but none met her high standards.

One day, while in Times Square, her eyes landed on Vincent’s image on a huge billboard. Vincent, in his 40s, was the owner of a renowned private bank. McKenzie’s eyes sparkled with opportunity. She soon learned that Vincent needed a housekeeper for his grand estate. Wasting no time, she applied for the position and was hired. McKenzie’s plan was clear: get close to Vincent, seduce him, and secure the luxurious life she craved…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

One evening, as Vincent showered, McKenzie explored his bedroom. Her eyes fell on a used condom in the trash. An impulsive idea struck her. She took it, intending to get pregnant and bind Vincent to her. McKenzie hadn’t considered the true cost of her reckless gamble.

After successfully becoming pregnant, McKenzie quit her job, eager to start her new life with the twins she believed were Vincent’s. She spent months meticulously planning her next steps—giving birth and confronting Vincent to demand his support. Convinced that presenting the children would force him to accept her and elevate her into his high society world, she waited for the perfect moment.

When the twins were born, McKenzie, fueled by excitement and confidence, brought them to Vincent’s home. She demanded that he acknowledge the children and provide financial support. Vincent, taken aback, clearly remembered never having an intimate relationship with her. Realizing McKenzie’s deception, he promptly ordered her to leave his home.

Furious and determined to exact revenge, McKenzie devised a dramatic scheme. She sought not just financial support but public retribution. She returned to Vincent’s bank, bringing the children with her. In the lobby, she caused a commotion by projecting fabricated images onto a large screen—doctored photos of intimate moments between her and Vincent. The provocative visuals quickly drew a crowd. People gossiped, filmed, and shared the footage on social media.

Amid the chaos, McKenzie accused Vincent of seduction and abandonment, claiming he had fathered her children. The video spread rapidly, becoming one of the most infamous scandals of the time. The fallout was severe. Vincent faced immense public pressure. His reputation crumbled, clients withdrew their money, and business partners severed ties with his bank. The financial losses escalated, and Vincent knew he needed to resolve the situation swiftly to save his career.

McKenzie was relentless, taking Vincent to court and demanding child support for the twins. She believed her fabricated evidence and story of being a single mother abandoned by a wealthy man would secure her victory. Vincent, however, remained quiet, watching her drama unfold.

At the trial, when the judge ordered a DNA test, McKenzie eagerly agreed, confident it would confirm Vincent’s paternity. She thought her fabricated evidence would shield her from the truth. But when the DNA results were revealed, McKenzie was struck dumb—the test confirmed that Vincent was not the father of the twins.

Shock and panic swept over McKenzie. In her desperation, she blurted out a confession she had never intended to make: “That’s impossible! These kids have to be his! I took his used condom to get pregnant!” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The courtroom fell silent in disbelief. Vincent, who had been observing calmly, burst into laughter. This was the moment he had been waiting for. McKenzie’s scheme unraveled before the entire court. Her reckless and manipulative plot had backfired spectacularly.

Vincent stood and addressed the judge with calm authority. “Your Honor, the night McKenzie claims to have stolen my used condom, I wasn’t even home. I was hosting a party but left early due to an emergency at the bank. I didn’t return until the next morning.”

McKenzie’s face drained of color. She stammered, “Then whose condom was it?”

Vincent smiled, his eyes glancing toward the courtroom doors. “It belonged to Sawyer, my gardener.”

At that moment, Sawyer, Vincent’s former gardener, entered the courtroom. It was revealed that during Vincent’s absence, Sawyer had been sneaking into the house and using it as his own. The condom McKenzie had taken was not Vincent’s but Sawyer’s.

Vincent presented additional evidence, including a DNA test confirming Sawyer was the father of the twins. He accused McKenzie of fabricating her story, defaming him, and attempting to extort money. The judge, having heard the full truth, delivered a verdict: McKenzie was found guilty of defamation, fraud, and orchestrating a scandal to extort Vincent.

McKenzie was sentenced to prison and held responsible for raising the two children. Her screams of denial echoed through the courtroom as the reality of her downfall set in.

Vincent, having won the case, restored his reputation and salvaged his career. Despite the temporary setbacks, he successfully defended himself against McKenzie’s deceitful scheme. McKenzie, once a young woman seeking a shortcut to luxury, learned the harsh lesson that shortcuts and deceit only lead to painful consequences.

 

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