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A priest receives a little girl in his church for confession, but when she reveals what is happening at her home, he abandons his cassock and runs desperately to the police station.

It was another Sunday Mass, and the congregation was gathered in prayer. The candles softly illuminated the altar, casting reflections on the church’s stone walls, while Father Cameron proclaimed the words of the Gospel with his calm, deep voice. For years, he had led that parish, knowing each face that filled the church pews well…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

However, that night, three unfamiliar figures caught his attention: a couple and a young girl. Observing the group, Father Cameron felt an inexplicable unease. Although the couple maintained a serene posture and the girl remained quiet, something seemed out of place. Despite the uncomfortable feeling, he dismissed the thought and continued leading the prayers, deciding to approach the family at the end.

When the Mass ended and the faithful began to disperse, Father Cameron hurried over to the couple and the girl with a gentle and welcoming smile. The priest greeted them, determined not to let them leave without exchanging a few words. He cordially asked if they were new to town or just passing through.

Henry, a man with a stern appearance and observant gaze, was the first to respond. “We arrived today, Father,” he said, with a slight smile that seemed calculated. Joanna, his wife, continued, finishing her husband’s response. “We’re very religious, Father. The first thing we did upon arriving was to find a church. We wanted to attend Mass even before setting the house in order.”

Father Cameron smiled approvingly, but his gaze shifted to the girl, who kept her eyes downcast, her hands nervously clasped. “And who is this little princess? Is she your daughter?” the priest asked, trying to start a conversation with the girl. Henry cast a meaningful glance at Joanna, who nodded. He then turned to the priest, replying, “She’s like a daughter, Father. This is Eliza, our niece. Since her father—my brother—passed away, we’ve raised her as if she were our own, with much love,” Joanna added in a serious tone, her expression almost theatrical.

“My brother-in-law was a man of faith. Since he passed, Eliza has been in our care. She’s our responsibility now, and we love this girl more than anything.” Moved, the priest offered words of comfort. “I’m glad to know she has you both, such devout people. And rest assured, Eliza’s father is now by God’s side, at peace, watching over his daughter.”

At that moment, Eliza lifted her eyes hesitantly and murmured in a low, trembling voice, “My father isn’t in heaven.” The words echoed among the group, and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Henry quickly interrupted her with a hard look and a forced tone. “Of course he is, Eliza. Your father was a good man, and all good men go to heaven.”

The priest stared at Henry, the strange feeling returning. Joanna noticed Cameron’s expression of distrust and stepped forward, placing a hand on Eliza’s shoulder. “She says that because she remembers her father used to smoke sometimes. Isn’t that right, Eliza? She thought that was a sin,” Joanna said, casting a significant look at the girl. The girl, uncomfortable, nodded unconvincingly.

Then the couple bid farewell to the priest and walked away, taking the girl by the hand toward the exit. Father Cameron watched them leave, his unease growing as they disappeared into the dark streets of the night. Something about that family was terribly wrong, but he still couldn’t quite define what.

A few minutes later, the family arrived home. Joanna placed her purse on the living room table and, with an impatient sigh, told Henry she would prepare something for dinner. Before leaving, she asked him to have a serious talk with Eliza.

Henry guided the girl to the sofa, and sitting down beside her, began in a calm, controlled tone. “You know Uncle only wants what’s best for you, don’t you, Eliza?” Eliza looked at him firmly, without averting her gaze, and replied, “That’s a lie. You don’t love me. You never have.”

Henry took a deep breath, keeping his voice gentle. “We’re a family now, Eliza. We need to learn to live together.” But the girl shook her head resolutely. “The only family I have is my father. Only him.”

At that moment, Joanna, who had been listening to the conversation from the kitchen, dropped what she was doing and walked into the living room. Her footsteps echoed on the wooden floor until she reached the sofa, crossing her arms and giving the girl a sharp look. “Listen carefully, Eliza. Whether you like it or not, we are your family. You’d better get used to that reality.”

Eliza stared back, her face flushed with anger, and shot back, “You don’t even share my blood. You’re nothing to me.” Furious, Joanna gripped the girl’s arm tightly and ordered in a low, threatening voice, “Go to your room. Tonight, you won’t have dinner, and you’ll stay there until you learn to respect us.”

As Eliza turned to go upstairs, Joanna issued a final warning. “Today, you almost made a big mistake at the church, talking about your father. If anyone suspected the truth, you know very well what could happen. So, you’d better think twice before you open your mouth.”

As soon as Eliza disappeared into her room, Joanna turned to Henry, visibly irritated. “You did everything wrong! He was supposed to die, just like that filthy girl,” Joanna spat. Henry sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, exhausted. “Joanna, I did everything I could. I couldn’t bring myself to take my brother’s life. And as for Eliza, you know we need her alive. That’s the only way we’ll get access to the fortune. Sooner or later, Eliza will accept this new reality.”

In her room, Eliza curled up on her bed, clutching an old photograph to her chest where she appeared smiling beside her father. With tears streaming down her face, she murmured softly, “Daddy, how I wish everything could be like before.” A few minutes passed, and the girl was about to drift off to sleep when she heard footsteps in the hallway. The door opened, and to her surprise, her uncle entered with a sandwich and a glass of juice. Eliza looked at him with disdain, turning her face away. “I don’t want anything,” she replied.

Henry sighed, keeping his tone calm. “You need to eat, Eliza.” The girl looked at him defiantly and then, with a cold voice, asked, “Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it?”

Henry placed the plate beside her, taking a deep breath before answering, “I didn’t want it to be this way, Eliza, but your father left me no other choice.” Eliza, still clutching the photograph, held back her tears, but her voice betrayed her anger. “Let me see him. Let me see my father.” Henry looked at her, shaking his head. “That’s not possible. It’s out of the question.” But as he noticed Eliza’s persistence, promising to behave and pretend to be the good daughter if he complied, Henry hesitated. Eliza was a clever girl, and in that moment, she began to understand that to protect her father and herself, she would have to play her aunt and uncle’s game.

With a maturity beyond her years, she managed to convince him to make a concession. Under the weight of her insistent plea and the guilt he tried to hide, Henry relented. “All right, Eliza. I’ll let you see your father, but promise that from now on, you’ll follow our rules; otherwise, you’ll never see him again.” Eliza nodded, hiding her anguish behind a determined look.

Henry led her out of the room, guiding her down the stairs to the entrance of a reinforced door that led to the basement. Seeing the two of them, Joanna intercepted them with a cutting voice. “What do you think you’re doing, Henry?” He stopped, taking a deep breath before replying, “I know what I’m doing, Joanna. If we want Eliza on our side, we’ll have to give a little as well.” Joanna huffed but didn’t argue further.

Henry unlocked the basement door and pushed it open, revealing a dark, stifling space where Raphael was chained to a simple bed. Upon seeing his daughter, the man’s eyes lit up, and tears filled them. Eliza ran to him, and father and daughter embraced in silence.

But what was really happening in that family? The truth was that Raphael was a powerful billionaire businessman, owner of a successful multinational corporation. He had two passions: his empire and his sweet Eliza, his only daughter, whom he had raised alone since the death of his wife shortly after the girl’s birth. Raphael had always been a present and loving father, willing to do anything for his daughter’s happiness.

Henry, his younger brother, worked at the company but was consumed by envy and ambition. He could never accept Raphael’s success, even though he lived a more than comfortable life. When he met Joanna, a woman equally ambitious, his frustration turned into plans of betrayal. She convinced him that he should be the true owner of the empire and that Raphael didn’t deserve what he had. Over time, the two plotted a plan to get rid of the billionaire and seize control of the fortune.

During a rafting trip, one of Raphael’s passions, Henry and Joanna staged an accident, simulating the billionaire’s death. Eliza’s father was supposed to be swept away by the waters and drown, but at the last moment, Henry hesitated, unable to take his brother’s life. Instead, he decided to keep him captive, letting the media and the world

believe he was dead. The press quickly reported Raphael’s disappearance as a tragedy, but when the will was read, the ambitious couple was shocked. The billionaire had left 100% of his assets to Eliza, with nothing designated to Henry.

Henry and Joanna were overcome with fury, left with only one option: gaining custody of Eliza to control the wealth. Although they succeeded in this through the courts, they never fooled the girl, who soon suspected her father was alive. Under threats, they kept her silent, and now, in a new town far from familiar eyes, they tried to maintain the appearance of a perfect family while concealing the dark secret they shared.

Back in the room where the billionaire was held captive, still embracing his daughter, Raphael felt his heart ache. Looking into Eliza’s eyes, he asked in a low voice, “Are they treating you well, my daughter? Are they giving you everything you need?” Eliza nodded, but her eyes reflected sadness. “I have the things I want, but not what’s most important. I don’t have you, Dad.” Trying to stay strong, Raphael caressed his daughter’s face and murmured, “I’ll find a way out of this, my love. Just promise me you’ll behave, that you won’t anger your uncles, especially Joanna. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Then, with a firm voice, Raphael turned to Henry, making one last plea. “You don’t have to do this, Henry. If it’s money you want, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you all the money you need. Just let me be happy with my daughter. Let us live in peace.” But his cruel brother looked away, his face expressionless. “It’s too late for that, Raphael. We’ve passed the point of no return.”

At that moment, Joanna entered the basement with steady steps. With a sarcastic smile, she addressed Raphael. “Listen carefully. Either you get used to this life down here, or you go straight to a coffin. We’re not taking any chances.” She turned to Eliza, her eyes cold and unfeeling. “And you, dear, keep your mouth shut; otherwise, I might send you on an early visit to Heaven sooner than you think.”

Raphael glared at her with contempt, his eyes full of pain and anger. “How could you, Henry? How could you marry someone so cruel? What have you become, my brother?” Eliza’s uncle remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but his ambition and his love for Joanna blinded him.

Losing patience for further discussion, Joanna grabbed Eliza by the arm, dragging her away. “Visiting hours are over,” she declared. Henry followed his wife and closed the basement door, locking Raphael once again in that cramped, dark space. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The next day, the wicked uncles called Eliza for another talk, attempting to bend her to their will. Joanna, with her sharp voice, said, “If you behave properly, you’ll be allowed to see your father once a day. But remember, any wrong move, and you’ll never see him again.” Days passed, and Eliza tried to adjust to her new reality. Inside the house, she avoided contact with her uncles, attempting to remain invisible. But in public, she pretended to love them and acted as if they were a happy family, all to secure those precious minutes with her father.

Alone with him, Eliza would murmur, her voice filled with sadness, “Will this nightmare ever end, Dad? I can’t stand to see you like this anymore. I wish I could tell someone, someone who could help.” Raphael, however, always advised her with a worried tone, “Promise you won’t tell anyone, my child. We can’t take any risks. I’ll find a way to get us out of this hell. I swear.”

Beyond her fear for her father’s safety, Eliza had another reason for her silence. Joanna had placed two henchmen, disguised as security guards, to watch her constantly, following her everywhere and limiting any chance of asking for help. The only places where Eliza had any privacy were her room, the brief moments with her father, and the church, which had quickly become her refuge. Henry attended Mass, trying to ease the guilt consuming him, while Joanna went only to maintain the facade of the perfect family. But Eliza went every day, and there, kneeling before the altar, she made her silent prayers. Every time she prayed, she fervently asked God to free her and her father from their cruel fate. With her hands clasped and eyes closed, she whispered softly, “Dear Father in Heaven, help my father on Earth. He’s so sad, locked up in that dark little room. I know you can do anything, so please help me set him free. I’d do anything to have my dad back.”

Father Cameron, ever observant, couldn’t help but feel suspicious of that family since their first visit. Something had unsettled him, and with each passing day, as he saw Eliza praying alone and with such devotion, his heart beat faster, as though sensing that something terrible was happening.

On a day like any other, the priest found the girl once more kneeling in a secluded corner of the church, eyes closed in silent prayer. Approaching slowly, he asked in a gentle tone, “May I join you in prayer, my child?” Eliza nodded with a slight tilt of her head. After a few minutes in silence, the priest, driven by curiosity, asked softly, “You’re praying for your father, aren’t you?” The girl, lost in thought, replied without realizing, “Yes, I pray that he’ll be freed, that he’ll escape from that prison.”

Father Cameron felt his blood run cold, his heart pounding. “Prison? Eliza, what are you talking about?” Hearing her own words, the girl realized what she’d said and, startled, looked at the priest, aware that she had revealed more than she should have. Eliza tried to cover it up, averting her gaze and making an excuse, but Father Cameron didn’t let it go. In a firm yet gentle voice, he persisted, “Eliza, I remember well when you said your father wasn’t in heaven. You know you can trust me, don’t you?”

The girl remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. After thinking for a moment, she lifted her eyes and, with a hint of cleverness, mentioned, “I can tell you, Father, but only if it’s in confession. Then you’d have to keep it a secret, wouldn’t you?” Father Cameron nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation and respecting the girl’s choice. He guided her to the confessional, and in the silence, Eliza began to speak. With a trembling but determined voice, she made a revelation that left him stunned. “My father—he isn’t dead.”

Father Cameron felt his blood run cold again, but he kept his composure. “What do you mean, Eliza? If your father is alive, why are you living with your uncles?” The girl took a deep breath, her voice a restrained whisper. “Because they’re monsters, Father. My father is imprisoned inside our own house.” With remarkable composure, Eliza revealed all the details: how her uncles had staged an accident to fake her father’s death, the cruel plot to control the fortune, and the secret prison where her father Raphael was confined. With every word, Father Cameron felt his heart race, a mix of anger and sadness for the girl’s plight.

“This is terrible—a crime,” he said, distressed. “We need to tell the police, Eliza. They can help you both.” Eliza, however, shook her head firmly. “No, Father. If I tell, they might hurt my father. They can’t suspect anything.” Father Cameron hesitated but knew she was right about the danger. Gathering his courage, he said, “Then I’ll do something, Eliza. I’ll help you somehow.” She interrupted him with a pleading look. “Father, you promised. This is confession, so you have to keep it secret. You can’t tell anyone. I don’t want you to do anything.”

He sighed, knowing he was bound to the secrecy of confession, though anguish gripped him. “Yes, I promise. I’ll keep what you’ve told me in confession,” he replied, though he felt the heavy weight of the decision. At that moment, one of the guards Joanna had assigned appeared at the church door, calling for the girl with a stern look. “Eliza, it’s time to go.” She stood up, exchanging a final glance with the priest, and left under the watchful eye of the guard, while Father Cameron followed her with his gaze, feeling a deep ache in his chest and an unsettling uncertainty about what to do next.

After Eliza’s revelation, Father Cameron felt the crushing weight of responsibility on his heart. However, he knew he had to help this girl and her father, even if it meant defying everything his priesthood stood for—breaking not only the confidentiality of confession but also the promise he had made to the child. For several nights, he prayed intensely, seeking strength and guidance to make the right decision. At last, he understood that the right thing to do was to act, and to do so, he would have to leave the cassock behind.

Quietly, Cameron began his investigation. He observed Henry and Joanna’s habits, the suspicious way they treated Eliza, and gathered information about the two men who acted as the girl’s security. Discreetly accessing the criminal records of these henchmen, he discovered they both had violent pasts and involvement in serious crimes. These men were, in fact, dangerous criminals.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Cameron made his final decision. With a resolute expression, he took off his cassock and went to the police station, where he found his longtime friend, the sheriff, a familiar face from

the parish. Upon seeing Cameron’s troubled expression, the sheriff knew something serious was about to be revealed. “Father Cameron, what happened? Is something troubling you?”

Cameron took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he spoke. “I need to break the seal of confession. Two innocent lives—one of them a child—are in grave danger. If I stay silent, I fear the worst might happen.” The sheriff looked at him, surprised yet respectful, understanding his friend’s inner struggle. “You have my support, Cameron. Do what you have to do.”

The priest began to recount Eliza’s story. He told of Henry and Joanna and how these greedy, manipulative uncles kept Raphael, the girl’s father, a prisoner. He explained that Raphael was a powerful businessman, presumed dead after an accident during a rafting trip. When the sheriff heard the businessman’s name, recognition flashed across his memory. He remembered the case and the mysterious disappearance that the media had reported as fatal. “Raphael is alive,” the priest concluded, his voice filled with emotion. “And he’s being held prisoner by his own family.”

Horrified, the sheriff promised to open an investigation immediately. Cameron, in turn, returned to the parish, and upon entering his room, sat down to write a letter to the bishop. He knew that breaking the seal of confession could lead to serious consequences, including removal from the priesthood. But as he finished the letter, Cameron felt a deep peace in his heart and asked God for forgiveness, fully aware that he had done the right thing.

The investigation moved swiftly, and the sheriff set the plan into action. Henry and Joanna had no idea that their actions were about to be exposed. However, on a quiet night, Joanna overheard a conversation between Eliza and Raphael, where he was comforting her, asking her to be strong, and she realized that the girl had told everything to the priest. Furious, Joanna went to Henry. “The brat told the priest everything!” she hissed. “We need to deal with your brother now, or everything will fall apart.”

Nervous, Henry decided to move Raphael to a more secure hiding place before they were discovered. Joanna, however, wanted to go further. “Once and for all, Henry—get rid of him. I can’t take this constant threat any longer. End it.”

“We’ll move again, and then we’ll deal with the brat. She’ll regret ever opening her mouth.”

During the night, Henry and Joanna put Raphael in the car and drove to a secluded location to resolve the situation, leaving Eliza tied up inside the house. But at the same time, the police, armed with a search warrant, raided the house. Upon finding Eliza alone and terrified, they quickly realized that her uncles had left in haste, taking Raphael with them.

“They’re going to hurt my father!” the girl cried, her eyes filled with tears.

What no one knew was that shortly before Henry and Joanna’s departure with Raphael, Father Cameron, anxious about the case’s developments, had decided to go to Eliza’s house. Sitting in his parish car, the priest waited on the street, already aware that his friend, the sheriff, and the police would arrive soon. It was then that he saw the couple leaving suspiciously and decided to follow them.

As soon as the police found Eliza alone, the sheriff received an alert from Father Cameron informing them of the criminals’ location. Without wasting time, the sheriff placed the girl in one of the patrol cars and headed to the road, where they intercepted the couple’s vehicle and forced them to stop. Henry, exhausted and nervous, surrendered without resistance, while Raphael, visibly weak, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Joanna hid behind the car, refusing to surrender. Eliza, with the police officers, didn’t realize the danger was still present, as her aunt hadn’t been detained. She tried to run to her father, but just then Joanna emerged from behind the vehicle. “This is all your fault, you filthy brat!” Joanna, in a last desperate act, grabbed Eliza and pulled her close, threatening her with a gun she had hidden.

The scene was chaotic. While the police tried to persuade her to surrender, the woman remained unyielding, her gaze filled with fury. In the midst of the chaos, Father Cameron, who had stayed in the parish car and saw Joanna threatening the girl, leapt from the vehicle without a second thought. He moved through the wooded area along the side of the road, approaching quietly. When Joanna attempted to flee while dragging Eliza, Cameron made a swift move, distracting her just enough to pull the girl out of harm’s way, positioning himself in front of her and shielding her with his body.

However, Joanna fired. The shot grazed the priest’s shoulder, causing him to fall back, but he remained conscious, enduring intense pain. The police finally detained the wicked aunt, handcuffing her and leading her to the patrol car, her face still twisted with hatred. The priest was quickly attended to by paramedics, who confirmed that the wound was not deep. Eliza, crying with relief and gratitude, ran to him, embracing him tightly. “Thank you, Father Cameron. You saved me.”

A few days later, with Joanna and Henry convicted and Raphael restored to all that was his, he and Eliza were officially reunited, beginning a new life away from trauma. The billionaire, though weakened, returned to public life beside his daughter, vowing to give her the peaceful childhood she deserved.

For Father Cameron, however, the story wasn’t over. As soon as he recovered, he prepared to leave the parish, determined to honor his decision to break the seal of confession. But to his surprise, the story of the heroic priest spread across the media, gaining the support and admiration of thousands. On the day of his farewell, the church was packed. Emotionally moved parishioners, inspired by the news, pleaded with him to reconsider and not leave the priesthood. Among the voices, one echoed above the others, “Cameron, you followed God’s true path by saving that girl. Stay with us, Father.” It was the bishop of the diocese.

Touched by the outpouring of his community’s love and with the bishop’s support, Cameron looked around, feeling the warmth and trust of those he had guided for years. Eliza sat in the front row beside her father, her eyes shining with hope. With tears in his eyes, the priest took a deep breath, and at that moment, he understood that his duty was not yet complete. Smiling at the crowd, he raised his hand in a gesture of peace and announced, “If this is God’s will, then I will remain here with you.”

The church erupted in applause and words of gratitude. Father Cameron, now stronger and with renewed purpose, embraced Eliza, continuing his legacy with a heart full of hope.

 

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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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