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“TELL THEM I DIED!” THE LITTLE GIRL PLEADED TO THE DOCTORS, BEGGING THEM NOT TO SEND HER BACK TO –

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“Say I died,” the little girl pleaded, crying to the doctors and asking them not to return her to her adoptive parents. Hours later, something terrifying was discovered.

At first sight, Fred seemed like a typical young man of his generation. He had a nice apartment, an expensive car, and a stylish haircut. In reality, the last one was the sole thing that remained some link between him and a radical transformation that had occurred in his life. Very often, he wore a hat to hide his haircut. He was no longer just the stylish young man; he was the head of the Pediatrics Department within a renowned hospital…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

When his parents saw him with a stethoscope, they were initially shocked. They wanted him to run their family business. After a year of a particularly rebellious youth, they thought, “Let the boy follow what he wants as long as he doesn’t do anything wrong.” They were afraid to lose their only son. That year that he was studying so intensely, they secretly hoped for him to quit. He did not.

After his first year at the university, Fred went abroad. To express his excitement, when he returned, he claimed to his parents, “You have no idea about the level of medicine there. They invited me for the weekend so I could be in the Pediatrics Department for a few days. It’s incredible! One day I will be a great doctor.”

His parents looked at each other; it was not a secret to him how surprised they were by the extent of his change. It was his father who, filled with pride days later, stated, “If you stick another year, I’m sending you to study abroad. My son deserves the best education.”

His path as a dedicated pediatric doctor had begun. Fred’s father had to honor his word. Indeed, a few years later, Fred returned home with his brand-new diploma, a thousand ideas, and the urge to resurrect all the children in the world.

During a dinner where attractive young women, daughters of family friends, had been invited to meet him in a desperate attempt by one of those to finally get married, his father announced, “Son, I respect your choice, and I’m very happy we have a doctor in the family. But you understand, you cannot work in a common hospital, right?”

He was not paying much attention, talking to one of the girls. “Dad, why?”

“Well, first, you won’t make much money there. Second, why all the children from disadvantaged families? Any father would want a more prestigious hospital for his son to work.”

Fred replied with a smile, “Dad, I’ll work in a common hospital. It’s there where I can spread my services, and the children are not the ones to blame for their families.”

He did not insist. For the first time as he spoke, Fred noticed that the interest disappeared from the eyes of the young guests.

He worked almost two years on the front lines of medicine, mainly in the emergency room. Children of all kinds passed through there. The hospital director told him something that stayed engraved in his memory: “Until you learn to also feel the children’s pain, you won’t be a good doctor.”

Fred, always remembering those words, knew that a doctor needs to keep a cool mind to make a correct diagnosis. At the beginning of his career, he wanted to cry every time he treated a seriously ill child. Over time, he learned to control his emotions, understanding that in an emotionally disturbed state, one can’t even administer an injection correctly. Although he still cared deeply, he did not allow his heart to be moved too much.

Three months ago, the director called him to his office.

“Sit down, Fred,” he said.

Fred sat down, remembering that the director was known for his fairness but also for his rigidity. Many entered his office expecting praise and left without a job. Fred tried to recall any mistake he could have made, but nothing serious came to mind.

“How are you, Fred? All good?” asked Mark, the director.

“All good, Mark. I like my job, and everything satisfies me,” replied Fred.

“You’re the first I’ve heard say that in years. Normally everyone complains about something, be it the salary or the schedule.”

“For me, everything is fine.”

“I’ve heard about your successes, Fred—the extra shifts beyond the usual. In short, only positive comments. When I hired you, I was sure you’d leave in a month. I even made a bet with one of the supervisors, but I lost.”

The young man began to listen more attentively.

“Well, let’s get to the point. The head of your department is retiring, and we need a good doctor to lead it. I’ve reviewed all the candidates, and I’m sure no one but you can lead this role.”

Fred was surprised; becoming head at 30 was no small feat, but he did not consider himself the best. There were more experienced doctors around.

“I’ve already signed the order. Even starting tomorrow, come directly to your new office. They’ll change the plaque today,” concluded Mark with a genuine smile on his face.

Not much time has passed since then. For everyone, it seemed Fred had always been the boss. His commitment to medicine and his empathy towards young patients were now more evident than ever, solidifying his position not only as a leader but as someone dedicated to the well-being of all children who passed through his hands.

Initially, Fred’s father insisted he move to a private clinic, but everything changed when Fred was promoted. His father, realizing his son’s commitment and passion, offered to sponsor the hospital.

“Tell me what you need, son. I’ll sponsor your department,” he said with a resigned sigh.

Fred, moved, hugged his father, expressing his gratitude and explaining that he would be happy with any help. Though there were many needs, under Fred’s new leadership and with financial support, the department transformed into an exemplary model of pediatric care. Even the parents of the wealthiest children began to reconsider their options, debating whether to take them to a private clinic or to Fred’s department.

Thanks to his father’s commitment, new equipment was acquired, the infrastructure underwent significant reform, and the playroom received a huge television. The doctors there worked out of vocation, unlike in private clinics, where often the children of wealthy parents who had bought their education were treated.

Spring arrived, and one day, Fred went out earlier than usual, reflecting on how mornings with his mother were as refreshing as a cold bath. The morning topic was always the same: “Dear son, you’re over 30 years old and still not married,” followed by long lists of acquaintances who already had grandchildren, then those who had children, and finally those who had at least found their other halves. Fred had not yet reached any of these milestones, and his mother always asked worriedly what was going on.

Fred did not have the heart to tell his mother that all those conversations were somewhat oppressive for him. He listened patiently, sometimes giving some signs of life. He even had a few girlfriends, including a promising relationship with an intelligent and resourceful woman. But as soon as the relationships got serious and lasted more than a few weeks, everyone seemed to start making plans about how he should quit the public hospital and open his own clinic. Fred, for his part, was committed to his work and to the patients he loved to care for, making it difficult to reconcile these expectations of a relationship with his passion for medicine.

Fred understood that his commitment to work was an essential part of who he was, and he was not willing to change that for anyone. Unfortunately, mutual understanding in his romantic relationships quickly disappeared, forcing the young man to erase another number from his phone book.

The last situation had been particularly complicated. Fred had a brief involvement with a very attractive brunette woman, accustomed to male attention and determined in her goals. At that moment, she wanted to be Fred’s wife. When she realized he was not willing to change his life plans for her, she immediately walked away.

Mark smiled, relieved. “I appreciate it, Fred. This friend of mine and I grew up together; it seems I can’t deny him anything. I really didn’t know if I could help him in this situation.”

Fred reassured him. “Don’t worry. It won’t be necessary to reorganize the team. The girls in the department will be delighted to have extra help.”

Fred walked through the department with firm steps, entering the room of the newly arrived patients. There, he comforted a girl who, in tears, confessed it was her third time in the hospital, unable to bear her mother’s absence since the first. After calming her, Fred returned to his office to prepare for the daily round. As he settled in, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said without looking up from the papers. To his surprise, a dazzling figure appeared at the door—a true spectacle to behold. She was a young woman of medium height, endowed with a proportionally harmonious body. What really caught the eye, however, was her hair—a vivid red tied in a braid that barely contained the energy of the strands. Her green eyes shone intensely, complemented by full, inviting lips. A simple but captivating beauty.

“Hello, Mark sent me,” the young woman began. The instant she spoke, her face turned an intense red, revealing her shyness.

Fred, surprised by the apparition, took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Ah, yes, yes. I spoke with him this morning. I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly.”

She smiled, revealing a row of snow-white teeth. “It’s because I live very close.”

Fred mentally kicked himself for not remembering that the young woman lived in the student house of the institute located just a few buildings away from the hospital. He would have slapped his forehead if he weren’t trying to maintain composure in front of the new team member.

Fred checked the clock and realized it was time for his round. “Well, I have a round now. If you’d like, you can

accompany me. Afterwards, we’ll talk about the work.”

“Oh yes, with pleasure. What’s your name?” asked the young woman, a sparkle of interest in her eyes.

“My name is Fred,” he replied as they began their round through the hospital.

During the tour, Fred observed the patients attentively, giving instructions and chatting with the children. CLA, the young woman, followed him, watching his every action with admiration. At the end of the round, back in the office, CLA expressed her determination.

“I’m sure I’ll become a doctor as good as you.”

“And you think I’m a good doctor?” asked Fred, half-joking, half-serious.

“Of course you are. Do you think I came here by chance? A few months ago, you cured a girl from our village. I remember how much her parents suffered during the treatment and how many hospitals they visited before finding you.”

Fred remembered Sarah, the girl whose parents, out of ignorance, almost killed her with harmful herbal infusions for children. He relived the anger he felt that day, scolding the parents in the consultation and explaining the serious consequences of those “vitamins.”

“Our world is really small,” concluded CLA. “Sarah’s mother says you were an angel for them.”

Fred smiled. “Well, sit down. I’m going to call the head nurse. We’ll see how we can organize your schedule.”

Jess, the head nurse, was known for her imposing presence and professionalism. When she appeared, all the nurses lined up. But her expression changed radically when it came to the children; her soft voice and gentle hands calmed even the most restless little ones. At first, Fred had his doubts about the woman, observing how the other nurses feared her. His opinion changed when he saw Jess taking care of a child who had fallen off a slide and was severely injured. Her ability to calm the child and manage the situation showed Fred that despite her severe demeanor, she had a heart of gold.

The mother of the injured child was stuck in traffic and would arrive in about 30 minutes. Desperate, she tried to speak with her son over the phone through the nanny, but the child, between sobs, refused to talk. The crying was so loud that almost half the hospital congregated in the waiting room, worried. That’s when Jess, the head nurse, appeared.

With her arrival, everyone stepped aside, creating a space around her and the child. For a moment, the crying ceased, but it was just a pause for him to catch his breath. Jess approached calmly and began to speak to him in a kind and understanding manner. To everyone’s surprise, the child not only stopped crying but also allowed Jess to give him an injection. In five minutes, the medication took effect, and they could finally begin the examination.

After the incident, Fred found Jess in her office, looking thoughtfully out the window. When he entered, she stood up. Fred was initially puzzled but soon realized that Jess understood situations just by looking at them, and his previous dissatisfactions were unfounded. Fred reviewed her file—15 years of experience with children was worth its weight in gold.

“Jess, I’ve come to apologize. Now I see there’s much more to you than I realized. You’re the best pediatric nurse I know, and I would be delighted if we could be friends.”

For the first time in all their collaboration, Fred saw tears in Jess’s eyes. Since then, they became true friends. Little by little, Fred realized Jess handled the children with incredible skill. She was an expert in her field, from administering medications to bureaucratic organization, always keeping everything in perfect order.

Upon discovering that CLA had been recruited to the department, Jess couldn’t hide her surprise and immediately sought out the new team member. “It seems my prayers have been answered. We really needed a new doctor around here. Welcome, CLA,” she exclaimed excitedly. “I hope you’re married because the singles tend to cause quite a stir around here,” she said jokingly.

CLA smiled and said, “Ah, thank you very much for the welcome. But no, I’m not married, and I don’t plan to do so until I get my diploma. My priority is to establish myself as a doctor, and everything else comes after.”

Fred looked at her, surprised. After all, she spoke exactly like him—single and focused on medicine. CLA began to work, and Jess reported in detail on the new doctor’s performance. Fred initially didn’t understand why, but soon realized that Jess thought CLA was his protégé, so he decided to clarify things immediately.

Entering the nurse’s office, he said, “May I come in?”

“Of course, Fred, come in. I wouldn’t mind at all if you invited me for tea or coffee,” replied Jess with a smile, looking even younger. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Fred, wanting to clear up the misunderstanding, suggested a cappuccino—a drink he hadn’t had in years but liked. As they served the cappuccino, Fred began, “It seems there has been some misunderstanding between us. CLA has no relation to me; she’s the niece of a great friend of the medical director. So you don’t need to report her actions to me. She’s completely under your command. You can scold her, praise her, and everything else.”

Jess, surprised, responded, “Did you really think I didn’t know anything? I know she’s here, and she came on the medical director’s recommendation.”

Fred, making a vague gesture near his hair, referring to CLA’s size, continued, “Also, I see that you like her very much.”

“Your opinion is completely wrong,” he continued. “I like thin and tall girls,” said Fred.

Jess laughed again, realizing Fred’s confusion. “You really don’t know what you like. Tall and thin girls are in fashion, so you think you like them. It’s like with shoes; you’ll always love and wear what’s in fashion. But at home, you’ll gladly put on old, worn slippers and think about how good it is that no one sees your true love.”

The unusual analogy left Fred thoughtful. Of course, the head nurse was right, but he definitely didn’t like CLA. She wasn’t his type, period. However, from that day on, Jess seemed to have cursed the young man with a kind of spell. He began to notice CLA constantly, his eyes fixing on her involuntarily, and noticing characteristics in her that he had previously ignored. When their gazes met, Fred felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, averting his eyes.

CLA had been working at the hospital for two months and had made friends with almost all the nurses. Fred noticed that Jess had never been rude to the young woman, something noteworthy considering that even the medical director held the head nurse in high regard. CLA’s success at the hospital was not solely due to her recommendation for the position; in fact, she was performing her duties exceptionally well.

Later, on a hot summer day, with half the doctors on vacation, Fred was left on night duty and, for the first time, had to share the shift with CLA. He didn’t know if he was happy or disappointed about it, but one thing was clear—he wouldn’t be able to sleep after the night round.

Suddenly, Fred found himself hurriedly following CLA to the emergency room, where a pale and clearly ill girl was being attended to. She complained and vomited while her mother beside her spoke non-stop, scolding the girl harshly. “What a child, what a child! Always have to watch her. As soon as I look away, she’s already up to some mischief,” lamented the mother without a hint of sympathy for her daughter’s condition.

The girl looked at her mother with tear-filled eyes, trying to defend herself, but was immediately silenced.

“Shut up, damn it. Only problems come from you,” said the mother.

Fred had never seen such cruel treatment towards a child. Usually, mothers were more scared than the children, and in serious cases, some even fainted. However, this case was different.

“Please don’t upset the girl,” Fred requested of the mother. “Leave the office.”

The woman looked at him with hatred, but Fred ignored her, maintaining his focus on the girl, who looked at him with teary eyes. Then CLA entered the room and lightly touched Fred’s arm, asking to speak with him. They stepped out of the room, and the girl cried, pleading not to be returned to her mother.

“Say I died, but please don’t send me back to that house,” she repeated while tears fell down her face.

CLA showed Fred that in the documents, it was written that the woman was not her biological mother but her guardian, like an adoptive mother. Before returning to the consultation, Fred looked out the window and saw a man smoking. Smoking was extremely prohibited in that environment. The young man was facing away, so Fred couldn’t see his face.

“I’ll deal with it later,” he thought.

After briefly examining the girl and noticing clear signs of malnutrition, Fred called her mother for a conversation. As soon as she entered the room, he carefully explained, “She’s complaining of a strong pain in her belly, so we’re going to hospitalize her until we figure out her body’s reaction to the medications. So, until the tests are ready, she’ll have to stay in the hospital.”

The mother, however, insisted on taking the girl back with her. “She’s going home. I know her very well; she’s capable of doing anything here,” said the mother, grabbing the girl who was still crying.

Fred knew he had to act quickly to protect the girl, especially after noticing her reaction, which raised suspicions of mistreatment. Thus, he began to organize the necessary procedures to keep her in the hospital despite the mother’s protests. It was a difficult situation, but the girl’s health and safety were the priority.

By the end of the afternoon, Fred tried to calm the girl’s mother, who was making a scene in the waiting room due to her daughter’s hospitalization.

“Please calm down,” he gently requested. “It’s decided; we’ll keep

the girl here to receive the appropriate treatments. But she’ll return home as soon as she recovers.”

The woman, seeming about to explode with anger, managed to control herself as she left the place with a threatening whisper. She promised Fred, “You’ll regret this. I’ll find a way to make you pay.”

As soon as she left, the little girl looked at Fred with grateful eyes and whispered a shy, “Thank you,” before succumbing to bitter tears. Fred then went to the hospital director’s office and said, “I need to take a walk to clear my head. I’ll be back in half an hour. Is that okay?”

Mark agreed, and Fred took the opportunity to inform him about the incident with the woman. “I want you to be aware,” Fred said. “I have a feeling this woman is going to cause trouble somewhere.”

Mark, understanding, assured him, “Don’t worry, Fred. I’ll take care of everything. Do what you think is necessary.”

When he returned from his walk, Fred filled out the medical forms for the girl. She was 11 years old but appeared even smaller. Now, finally, he could examine her carefully to discover if it was a case of poisoning or something even more serious.

Although it was already getting dark, he noticed, strangely, that the lights in the girl’s room were off. As he approached the door, he stopped upon seeing CLA beside the girl’s bed, who was named Elizabeth, holding her hand and venting while CLA listened attentively, asking questions from time to time. Through Elizabeth’s tears, Fred could understand the broken heart of the girl.

“Please don’t send me back,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore. Our adoptive father beats us. If we do something wrong, he sends us directly from school to the greenhouses and then to the stable. We have a huge farm, but only we work there.

Do you know what we eat? Our adoptive mother brings expired food from the supermarket, even the moldy ones, saying they’re for the pigs. Even the pigs eat better than us. I only eat well at school, where they give us free food. Yesterday, our adoptive father was drunk and forced us to eat expired yogurts. I felt sick right away, and when I complained, he hit me in the stomach. Since then, I’ve been getting worse every day. This morning, he brought me to the hospital.”

Scared, at that moment, Fred realized that the mysterious man he had seen smoking earlier was indeed Elizabeth’s father. Hearing all these words from a child, Fred felt a mix of anger and compassion. It was evident that she needed help, and he was determined to do everything in his power to protect her.

CLA, already worried, asked Elizabeth to tell them more about the situation at her home. She revealed that she was not the only adoptive child on the farm; there were three other girls, all younger than her, between 8 and 10 years old. She was the eldest, but she didn’t understand why they had specifically chosen her, a girl who could barely carry a bucket of oats.

Fred felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing those words. He had encountered cases of abuse before, but facing this reality again was always shocking. Then he turned on the light, asking why they were sitting in the dark.

CLA, with a sad smile, replied that they were so distracted talking that they forgot to turn on the light.

As CLA was preparing to examine Elizabeth, she suddenly stopped, looking puzzled at Fred. In the examination, Fred noticed the mark of the father’s boot on the girl’s abdomen, in addition to various bruises and signs of severe malnutrition. After half an hour, upon learning the whole truth, Mark, in his office, was so outraged by the situation that he took pills to calm his nerves and, without wasting time, picked up his phone and called the police.

Soon, the police arrived, followed by a social worker in charge of removing the children from that abusive house. Before leaving, the social worker asked if she could bring Elizabeth’s sisters to also be examined, which was immediately approved. The night was already ending when Mark went home, leaving CLA and Fred alone again. Fred then invited the young woman to have a coffee, a small gesture of consolation after such a heavy day full of painful revelations. CLA, visibly affected by the severity of the events, agreed to have a cup.

While preparing the drink, they reflected on the situation, unable to understand how someone could exploit orphaned children in that way.

“How is it possible?” she asked. “They already lost their own parents. They should have more compassion.”

Fred, with a tired look, replied, “CLA, you think that way because you are human, but those people are not like us.”

He explained that probably the farm was a lucrative business for the adoptive parents, who, in addition to receiving a lot of money from the state, subjected the children to forced labor every day, generating even more profits.

At dawn, the police and social worker returned from the suspect’s house. The social worker, shocked, repeated, “This is horrible, truly horrible.” The police’s suspicions were confirmed. The couple was arrested, revealing that it was not the first time they had abused children under their care. Years before, two girls had fled after reaching the age of majority and testified against them. Furthermore, a corruption scheme was discovered within the social services, with someone accepting money to deliver children to abusive families.

Fred watched her, surprised. He hadn’t realized before just how big her heart was.

“Let’s go to a restaurant,” he suggested. “We need a distraction, and maybe the solution will appear on its own.”

CLA, taken aback by the invitation, agreed. By the end of the night, after a deep and comforting conversation, Fred realized something—he was deeply in love with CLA.

The next day, on his day off, he visited his parents, seeking advice and comfort. His mother welcomed him warmly, while his father watched him with a proud look. Sitting at the table, Fred shared news from work and the recent challenges with his latest patient, Elizabeth. His mother, normally a vibrant figure, barely touched her food after hearing the sad story of Elizabeth and her sisters.

“We have to take care of these girls, especially Elizabeth,” she murmured. “They need to get through this.”

His father, a man of influence and connections, remained silent, his gaze fixed on his son as if trying to read his deepest thoughts.

“There’s something more you want to tell us, isn’t there?” he asked with a firm voice.

Fred took a deep breath before revealing his secret. “Yes, I have something more to say. Dad, Mom, I’ve met an incredible girl named CLA. She is one of the doctors I work with, and I truly love her. I want to ask her to marry me. I know our social circle might not understand, but I’m determined to do it.”

His words fell like a stone in water, creating ripples of surprise and reflection. For a moment, silence reigned in the family. Fred’s father always had the last word, but now all eyes were on him, waiting for a response that did not come.

“Mom, what should I do now?” Fred asked anxiously, perceiving the importance of the moment.

His mother suggested, “Why don’t you use your grandmother’s engagement ring for the proposal?”

With those words, she stood up and went to fetch the jewel, leaving the two men alone. Fred looked at his father, searching for a sign of approval or rejection. After a long moment, his father nodded and smiled understandingly.

“Dad, thank you for understanding,” said Fred with relief and gratitude, knowing that despite the differences, family love and support prevailed.

On a hectic morning, Fred was driven by uncontrollable energy. He had a shift ahead of him, but his mind was elsewhere. Running through the hospital corridors, he surprised everyone with his haste until he abruptly entered Elizabeth’s room. There, he found CLA, the woman who occupied his thoughts, reading a book by the girl’s side. Both looked at him in surprise. The door opened again, and Jess, the head nurse, appeared, curious about the commotion.

However, Fred was in his own world, focused only on CLA.

“Marry me, CLA. I love you and promise to be a good father to Elizabeth,” he declared with a mix of nervousness and sincerity.

Jess smiled discreetly and closed the door, leaving them alone. She had encouraged CLA to seek advice from Fred on adopting Elizabeth, despite not being sure of his feelings for her. Now, her intuition seemed correct. CLA, astonished by the sudden proposal, didn’t know what to say. Then Elizabeth, with a mischievous smile, revealed she had heard CLA confess her love for Fred. CLA blushed, and Fred smiled, feeling relieved.

Fred then took out the family engagement ring and placed it on CLA’s finger, explaining the plans for the next day—first the civil registry, then the celebration at one of the city’s best restaurants.

At the restaurant, after the civil ceremony, they were surprised by the social worker, who had a surprise that might be the best gift of their lives—a file with documents officializing Elizabeth as the couple’s adopted daughter. Elizabeth ran into Fred’s arms, who lifted her in a loving hug. At that moment, Fred’s parents approached, and for an instant, everyone forgot the other guests. The life of this family had taken a new direction, reaching a new level of happiness and unity.

 

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Comprehensive History of Ilorin and the Reign of Afonja

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Before we begin with the history of Ilorin, here are few details that should be known. Ilorin is a city, traditional emirate and capital of Kwara State in Southwestern Nigeria. It is located on the Awun River, a minor tributary of the Niger. As of the 2006 census, Ilorin had a population of 777,667, making it the 7th largest city by population in Nigeria

 

History of Ilorin

The suzerainty of the old Oyo Empire on Ilorin, in the 17th Century, was directly influenced by Alaafin Ojigi’s interest to save the Igbomina Yoruba area that had been turned slave reservoirs by the Nupes. He established the first administrative structures to coordinate the scattered settlements later known as Ilorin. The first of the Oyo Ajele (Resident) to be appointed was Laderin. His son, Pasin, who was also succeeded by his own son, Alugbin, the father of Aare Afonja succeeded Laderin…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The personal animosity between Aare Afonja and Alaafin Aole which degenerated to show of strength between the two leading figures in the administration of Oyo Empire culminated to the summary termination of Alaafin Aole and declaration of independence for Ilorin. Aare Afonja’s effort to consolidate his power and position as the supreme authority in Ilorin dictated two major actions that eventually played key roles in the historical changes witnessed in Ilorin.

One of such action of the Aare was his contact with Shehu Alimi through his friend Sholagberu. The second was the Aare’s decision to recruit slaves who ran to Ilorin from their masters in Oyo town, after Ilorin had been declared independent from Oyo. The first of the Aare’s steps was to seek spiritual support for his new position and status.

He, therefore, persuaded Shehu Alimi to migrate into Ilorin town from Kuwo (a suburb of Ilorin) where he had then settled, after his Islamic evangelical mission to parts of Yoruba land, such as Oshogbo and even Oyo Ile’. It was for Aare’s persuasions that Shehu Alimi eventually migrated to Ilorin town. On the recruitment of the slaves who ran to Ilorin as a sanctuary, the Aare saw their presence in Ilorin as an advantage to have soldiers who do not have any relations with the local environment.

Are Ona Kakanfo Afonja
Are-Ona-Kakanfo Afonja

Thereby, the question of betrayal would be out of the way. Given the circumstances of his declaration of independence for llorin from Oyo. Aare’s confidence and high regards for the slave soldiers soon result to its abuse. The slave soldiers saw themselves as an important element to the survival of llorin as an independent entity. Therefore they resorted to committing atrocities and rapacity that hii’boun, the left wing commander of the Aare’s army, had to draw Aare’s attention to the implications of the excesses of the slave soldiers, who were commonly referred to as Aare’s servant. Aare Afonja’s efforts to restructure the army with the aim of preventing further damages by the slave soldiers for their rapacity, mobilized the slave soldiers to organize a mutiny, which eventually resulted into Aare Afonja’s death.

The history of Ilorin has it in its profile that the death of Aare Afonja in about 1813 naturally created a vacuum in the political leadership of Ilorin. Given the fact that his slave- recruited soldiers killed him, and publicly burnt his corpse, and there was no ready counter force to evolve a new political leader. Ilorin had to remain in a state of interregnum for some time. The Baba Isale, Agboin, was as at then very sick and could not mobilize a counterforce to arrest the confusing situation’.

On the part of Shehu Alimi, he concentrated on his cleric duties by leading a group of Muslims in daily prayers. The death of Shehu Alimi in about 1817. Four years after Aare Afonja’s death, was a turning point in the history of llorin. It opened a new course of events that culminated into the emergence of a new-political structure in the emirate.

Shehu Alimi, as a committed Islamic cleric, whose major duty was leading congregation in prayers as the Imam, certainly had no other position that could be inherited by his children. As an Imam, which is a religious position, was indeed not necessarily to be inherited by the family of the immediate past Imam.

Any Muslim could actually vie for the position”. This situation explains why the contest for the position of the Imam held by Shehu Alimi in Ilorin, was contested for by AbdulSalami, Shehu Alimi’s first son, and Bako from Serikin Gambari’s family. The support given to AbdulSalami by personalities such as Sholagberu and other prominent Yoruba group leaders close to Shehu Alimi, made AbdulSalami be victorious over Bako.

As the Imam of the mosque where the slave soldiers often congregate to perform their daily prayers, AbdulSalam and Shitta. His younger brother was fast at establishing close relations with them”. It was by these relations that the slave soldiers were turned to be used to attack those that were accused of being unfriendly to AbdulSalami’s leadership in the mosque.

They intimidate those considered to be influential within the Ilorin community and could checkmate their political ambition and attack settlements such as Okesuna, which on its own was an entity. The successful use of the slave soldiers by AbdulSalami and Shitta to terminate all form of oppositions to the realization of their political ambition in Ilorin actually paved the way for the declaration of Ilorin as an emirate in about 1823 ‘.

An army was raised under Toyeje, the Bale of Ogbomoso, who succeeded Aare Afonja as Kakanfo. The army camped at Ogele, expecting to easily run over the Fulani authority in Ilorin: The Fulani had anticipated and prepared for the attack. They demanded that each of the Ihdogun should raise an army among their respective linguistic group to complement the Jammah.

Having carefully studied the organizational weakness of the Yoruba army on the battled field, the Ilorin army concentrated on the use of calvary. This inflicted heavy human loses on the Yoruba army. A good number of Yoruba towns in the Ibolo areas were destroyed and some others were fully captured″.

According to the history of Ilorin, the defeat of the allied forces of the Yoruba was a morale booster for the emerging forces in Ilorin. On the other hand, the morale of the Yoruba allied forces waned because of the betrayal noticed amongst them. The tactical error on the part of the Yoruba allied forces was that they concentrated mainly on the military organization. They were not sufficiently diplomatic. Their situation would not have been as bad had they penetrated into the rank and file of Yoruba people that were aggrieved by acts of the Fulani, who imposed themselves as the authority in Ilorin.

The Mugbamugba War

After a short respite, the Yoruba re-organised and resolved to get rid of the Fulanis in Ilorin. This time, they went into alliance with Monjia, the King of Kabbah. The encounter took place between March and April when the locust fruits were ripe for harvest. The lingering effects of the previous war were apparent: A good number of places were still deserted, while there was not enough farm that could sustain the long camping of the army. Both the besiegers and the besieged soon resorted to living on the locust fruit (Igba). Hence the war took its title Mugba Mugba’.

Once again, the allied forces of the Yoruba were defeated. Their knowledge of how to deal with the power of Ilorin was still defective. The successive defeat of the Yoruba allied forces made them to lose the courage for launching a further attack. On the other hand, the emirate army grew to be more confident and aggressive. Consequently, many more Yoruba towns and villages were destroyed and the peoples’ properties were looted by the ravaging army of Ilorin.

Two major factors were responsible for the success of the llorin army: superior use of the calvary and effective use of diplomacy. They penetrated the ranks of the Yoruba leaders to cause disaffection and personality clash amongst them. There was, for instance, an intense rivalry between Toyese, the Kakanfo of Oyo at Ogbomoso and Adegun, the Onikoyi. The alliance of llorin with the Onikoyi eventually led to a war between the two.

The destruction of most of the Yoruba towns and villages by the victorious army of Ilorin. turned a good number of Yoruba who lived in them, refugees. They were scattered all over Yorubaland and this continued to be a source of worry for cities that had riot been touched by war. This explains why the Yoruba leaders could not live with the reality of Ilorin emirate army’s victories. Hence they recouped to launch another attack.

Kanla War

As a result of successive Ilorin victories over the Oyo forces, the powers and influence of the Alaafin of Oyo continued to dwindle to the point of their been limited to the capital. More and more of the old Oyo empire’s provinces declared their independence from Oyo’s authority and tributes were no longer paid to the Alaafin.

It was at this period of anarchy and confusion that Alaafin Amodo, one of the grandchildren of Alaafin Abiodun’s twin brother, came to the throne. Understanding the situation as it was, the Alaafin began his reign by trying to consolidate the remaining loyalists to his institution and stretching arm of friendship to prominent chiefs around Oyo.

Fulani Warriors

The Alaafin identified Lanloke. the Chief of Ogodo as one of such prominent and powerful chiefs. Ogodo, according to its historical origin used to be a Nupe town:”. But by the end of the 18th century, Yoruba migrants from Oyo had taken over the town for commercial reasons”‘. Ogodo grew to become a big commercial city that served as the exchange centre for the Yoruba and Nupe traders. They traded in different merchandise and thus the powers and influence of its ruler grew with its relevance.

Alaafin Amodo’s interest in Ogodo was to renew the blood ties with the Yoruba population in the town, use their influence and contacts to rebuild the powers of his institution. He gave out his daughter in marriage to Lanloke, the chief of Ogodo. Rather than appreciate this kind of gesture of Alaafin Amodo Lanloke grew to become more conscious of his new influence, powers and wealth. He treated Alaafin Amodo’s daughter with indignity and disrespect. This was deliberately to spite her father as the Alaafin. At one of such contemptuous treatment of Alaafin Amodo’s daughter, Lanloke nearly beat his wife to the point of death”.

Lanloke was neither remorseful for his act, nor appreciate the possible consequence of his action. He was rather boastful and care free about what the Alaafin would do. He allied with Ilorin, and assumed a more aggressive posture”. With the support of Ilorin soldiers. Chief Lanloke attacked Oyo town and the city was sacked. Oyo thus became an Ilorin tributary. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Alaafin Amodo became very bitter and depressed as a result of the humiliation he suffered and as a result of the destruction of Oyo. He remained very hopeful. He continued with the diplomatic efforts at fostering unity among the Yoruba chiefs that had been divided by jealousy and petty rivalry.

Alaafin Amodo eventually brought the divided Yoruba chiefs together and therefore raised a formidable force to engage the Ilorin army. The battle took place at Kanla. from where the battle took its name. The Yoruba chiefs were together physically, but they were spirits apart. The rivalry among them resulted in treachery. For instance, the Onikoyi was known to be sick and unfit to be on the field but the Edun of Gbogun deliberately encouraged him to man a weak point so that llorin army, which he had arranged with, could penetrate the Yoruba forces and rout them.

Already informed of the treachery in the Oyo camp, the Ilorin forces, merely mounted defences on the other fronts as they voraciously attacked from the Onikoyi’s front”‘. The Onikoyi was rounded up and killed. llorin quickly seized the opportunity to penetrate the Yoruba lines and drive the soldiers out of the battle field.

Many of the remaining towns and villages still loyal to the Alaafm were attacked, destroyed and deserted. Chief Oja, the first settler at Ago (the present-day Oyo town), was among those that were drowned in river Ogun as they fled from the invading llorin forces. The recurring victory of llorin army over the allied forces of the Alaafin was naturally bound to boost the morale of the emirate army and its allies, yet successive Alaafin of Oyo were undaunted. Consequently, they continued to recoup and re-launch attack against llorin.

The Eleduwe War and the history of Ilorin

The distress that followed the last defeat of Oyo empire and its allies by the ravaging army of llorin and its allies was attributed to the depression of Alaafin Amodo, who eventually got ill and died. Prince Oluewu was unanimously elected as the new Alaafin’. Going by the process of selecting the preceding Alaafin of Oyo before Oluewu. Potential candidates used to engage themselves in fierce contests that it was never possible to select an Alaafin by unanimous votes of the Oyomesi, (Oyo empire’s king makers). This explains the very low morale of both the royal families and people. The position of the Alaafin had been reduced to titular institution, rather than the historically known Alaafin that does not only reign but ruled.

Alaafin Oluewu was fully aware of the situation at the time of his enthronement but like his predecessors, he was full of” hope and determination to reverse the situation. Alaafin Oluewu as a person, could be described as haughty and irritable in temperament. He however, acceded to the call when Emir Shitta of Ilorin requested him (the Alaafin} to pay him the traditional homage of a vassal”. The chiefs of Oyo and members of the royal family prevailed on Alaafin Oluewu to accede to the call of Emir Shitta. to save the capital and the remnant towns that still paid their allegiance to Oyo””.

Afonja's Palace
The Palace of Are-Ona-Kakanfo Afonja

Emir Shitta received Alaafin Oluewu with every mark of honour and distinction; but he confiscated the Gbedu drum that was often beaten before an Alaafin to show his royalty. In the words of Emir Shitta: “there cannot be two kings in my dominion but one only, and that is myself. By Emir Shitta’s statement, the Alaafin and his institutions were reduced to mere subjects of the ravaging foreigners based in Ilorin. Alaafin Oluewu felt badly humiliated and insulted by the act of Emir Shitta.

He refused to honour the second call on him by the Emir to come down to Ilorin. Not even the counsel by the both Basorun and Asipa could change his mind for the fear of the consequences on Oyo by Alaafin refusal to honour Emir Shitta’s call, both Akioso, the Basorun and Ailumo, the Asipa went against the express order of Alaafin Oluewu forbidding them to go.

The Emir was disturbed and, in fact, fell insulted by the refusal of Alaafin Oluewu to honour his call. The Emir therefore decided to punish the Alaafin. He ordered Lanloke the Chief of Ogodo to ravage the suburbs of Oyo and in fact threaten the city. Alaafin Oluewu was not unprepared. He had sought and got the support of the Bariba to subdue his enemies both within and without. Those within were the Basorun and the Asipa who defied his instruction not to go on his behalf to Emir Shitta in Ilorin and those outside were the Fulani authority in Ilorin and their allies.

With the alliance of the Bariba led by Eleduwe, Alaafin Oluewu was able to punish both the Asipa and the Basorun with death. He went further to attack Ogodo and raised down Gbodo. Ilorin army and its allies were defeated. They were pursued until they ran into the flooded Ogun River. Most of the Ilorin soldiers were drowned.

Alaafin Oluewu and his Bariba allies were naturally elated by their victory over the combined army of Ilorin and its allies. Therefore, he decided to summon warriors and chiefs all over the old Oyo empire’s territories. Alaafin Oluewu was unaware that some of these Yoruba chiefs he invited were, in alliance with Ilorin and all of them cherished their independence from Oyo’s authority. Alaafin Oluewu was of the belief that those in alliance with llorin were doing it out of necessity and not out of convenience. Hle held the opinion that there was a general resentment of foreigner’s rule over llorin.

The immediate response of the Yoruba chiefs to Alaafin Oluewu’s confirmed his feelings that they would be glad to be free from the foreigner’s yolk. At a meeting of the war council chaired by Alaafin Oluewu and in which Eleduwe. the Bariba warrior and invited Yoruba chiefs were present the modus operandi for prosecuting the war to overrun llorin and reclaim the old Oyo empire’s territories were concluded.

The Fulani authority in Ilorin was indeed distressed by the response to Oluewu’s assemblage of the Yoruba warriors and chiefs. Being fully alive to the seriousness and the extent of florin’s defeat at Gbodo encounter, the Emir was desperate to avert the impending calamity on his territory and people. Added to the desperate moves of the Emir was the fear of the Bariba warrior, Eleduwe or Waru Kura, the commander of the Bariba ally of Oyo Empire. The llorin people referred to him as Ikoko (Wolf) because he was commonly known for destroying every living being in the area he captured.

The Emir embarked on both internal and external moves to save the situation. On the external wing. Emir Shitta sent for assistance from the Sultan of Sokoto his suzerain. Ibrahim Khalil. the third Emir of Gwandu. personally led a joint force of Sokoto and Gwandu warriors to aid llorin.

On the local side, the Emir tried to identify individuals and groups of people among the Yoruba that had an axe to grind with the Alaafin. He was able to locate one Yusufu Bale, the progenitor of the present Alanamu family of llorin.

Yusufu was a renowned warrior specially known for the manner in which he overcame his enemies. He physically beat the enemy to capture them, and was therefore fondly referred to as Alana-mu.

Yusufu Bale or Alana-mu considered his invitation to join the llorin army against the organized team of Alaafin Oluewu, as good opportunity to revenge the unfortunate circumstances under which he packed out of Oyo town and settled at Reke, a village not too far from llorin”‘. He supported llorin with his army, and was also involved in the diplomatic game, employed by the authority in llorin to play the Yoruba chiefs against one another”‘.

At the time llorin was preparing for the impending war with the combined forces of the Yoruba and the Bariba’s from all fronts, old rivalry, sharp differences and fears of Bariba domination were seriously drumming in the war camp assembled by Alaafin Oluewu. For instance, special privileges accorded to the Bariba by Alaafin made the Yoruba warriors fear that the Bariba would only be replacing the established Fulani hegemony already in Ilorin and that the Bariba dominance or rule over them will be real rather than the mere rendering of assistance to engage Ilorin.

Most of the Yoruba chiefs assembled by Alaafin Oluewu to sack Ilorin, actually cherished their respective independence. Their fears were further compounded by the experience of their direct encounter with the Bariba, who had actually began to behave like the new lords of the Yoruba chiefs. They had no doubt that they would be treated later like a captured people after the war.

This explains why some of them made up their minds to undermine the proclaimed interest of the joint Yoruba forces against Ilorin. At the heat of the battle, Prince Atiba of Ago and Timi Bamgbaiye of Ede. deliberately left the wing of their command, to make the penetration of Ilorin army possible. Both Alaafin Oluewu and the Bariba warrior Wan kura were therefore rounded up. Both of them fell in the battle ‘.

The death of Alaafin Oluewu. and the leader of the Bariba allied forces, Warikura, was indeed a turning point in the History of Ilorin as a sovereign state and power; the entire politics of Yorubaland and warfare that characterized the whole of the nineteenth century. The victory of Ilorin army in all its war encounters against Oyo army and its allies have subject of controversy among scholars and philosophers.

While some of them attributed the cause to high rate and degree of treachery exhibited by the Yoruba at a point of war, that their unity was crucial to their collective survival to the historical curse evoked by Alaafm Aole. that “Yoruba would never again be united and that they would be ruled by their slaves after his failure to get Aare Afonja and other prominent Oyo chiefs exterminated by sending them to attack Ilorin. Others see it as a normal trend in political evolution, that such rivalry, treachery and suspicion are prevalent in some other personal and group relations’.

The news of the death of Warukura and Alaafin Oluewu readily aggravated the confusion in old Oyo. This led to the exodus of its inhabitants. The attack on old Oyo and remnants of places that still paid allegiance to the Alaafin by Lanloke the Chief of Ogodo. who had always been an inveterate enemy of Oyo and an active ally of Ilorin. accelerated the people’s migration to different directions. While a good number of Oyo migrants went to Kisi. Some others went to Igboho. A noticeable number even went to Ilorin”. Thus, Oyo was deserted and it went into ruins.

 

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If You See These Three Lines In Your Palm Instead Of Four, This Is What It Means

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The lines on our palms, particularly the heart line, head line, life line, and fate line, have long been a subject of interest in palmistry, the ancient art of interpreting the palm to reveal information about an individual’s personality, life path, and future. While most people have four main lines in their palms, some may notice only three lines, and this can hold particular significance in palmistry.

The absence of the fourth line, commonly the fate line, can be one of the most intriguing observations. The fate line is believed to represent destiny or the influence of external factors on one’s life, such as significant life events or events out of one’s control…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

If you see three lines instead of four, it could indicate that you are someone who creates your own path, rather than being heavily influenced by fate. Palmists believe this suggests an individual who is more independent and in control of their destiny, making decisions based on personal choice and effort rather than external forces. The absence of the fate line might also point to someone who has experienced a life of free will, without clear guidance or obstacles that dictate the course of their life.

If your palm shows only three lines, it could also mean that you are adaptable and resilient, able to face challenges head-on without being overly reliant on fate or predetermined outcomes. This may symbolize an individual who embraces change and is capable of creating new opportunities, as opposed to being tied to a specific life plan or structure. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Moreover, palmists often associate this three-line configuration with individuals who possess a high degree of mental clarity and emotional stability. The reduction in lines may be viewed as a sign of focus and concentration, suggesting that the person is more pragmatic, relying on intellect and logic rather than emotional impulses or predestined paths.

Ultimately, while palmistry offers a fascinating way to reflect on personality traits and life directions, it’s important to remember that it is not a science. People should interpret these signs with an open mind, understanding that they are just one of many tools to explore human behavior and experiences.

 

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The Story of a Young Woman Who Tested Positive for Pregnancy Without Engaging in Sexual Intercourse

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In an incident that has captured widespread attention, a young woman shared her unique experience of discovering she was pregnant without engaging in any sexual activity. This revelation, initially met with skepticism, led to several hospital examinations where medical professionals confirmed her claims. The event, reported by Kessben Online, has sparked curiosity and debate, leaving many pondering the possibility of such a phenomenon.

The young woman, whose identity has been withheld for privacy reasons, recounted how she initially experienced the symptoms of pregnancy. Like any other person in her situation, she was confused and alarmed, knowing she had not been involved in any relationship that could lead to conception. Her family, equally baffled, decided to seek medical guidance to understand the situation…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

After visiting multiple hospitals and undergoing numerous examinations, doctors confirmed the pregnancy and validated her claims of not having engaged in any intimate activity. While such cases are exceedingly rare, medical science acknowledges the occurrence of virgin pregnancies, also known as parthenogenesis. This phenomenon, observed in certain animals, remains highly improbable in humans. However, the possibility of scientific anomalies or spiritual interpretations cannot be entirely ruled out.

Religious and spiritual communities have been quick to draw parallels between her experience and stories from sacred texts, such as the Virgin Mary in Christian teachings. Some believe this could be a sign of divine intervention, while others emphasize the need for scientific research to uncover the truth. The story has also reignited discussions around reproductive health, medical anomalies, and societal attitudes toward such extraordinary claims. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Kessben Online’s coverage of the event has attracted mixed reactions from readers and experts. Some argue that modern science should have definitive explanations for such cases, while others maintain that not every occurrence can be easily categorized or understood. This story also raises questions about the stigma attached to unconventional experiences and the importance of empathy when addressing such claims.

While the details surrounding the young woman’s pregnancy remain a mystery, her journey highlights the intersection of science, faith, and human curiosity. As her story continues to circulate, it serves as a reminder of the complexities of human life and the potential for the unexplained to challenge our understanding of the world.

 

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