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She let a homeless man take a shower at her house, when he finished, he fainted at what he saw!

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A young woman helps a homeless man on a cold winter’s night and takes him home so he won’t freeze to death. But when he comes out of the bath unrecognizable, the young woman could never have dreamed of the shocking revelation that happened next.

On a cold winter’s evening, Holly, a 27-year-old young woman, was saying goodbye to her parents after a warm visit. “I’d better go home now, Mom, before the blizzard gets worse,” she said, wrapping her scarf around her neck.

As her car was in the workshop, she would have to walk back home. When they said goodbye, her elderly parents commented with a nostalgic tone, “Nights like these remind us of what happened.” The girl nodded in agreement with a sad smile on her lips before turning to face the snow that was beginning to fall more heavily. Her parents’ house was not far from hers, but the snow could quickly turn a simple walk into an arduous journey…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

 

Wrapped in her thick coat, Holly began to walk through the white-carpeted streets, watching the cars rushing past and the people taking shelter from the cold. As she walked, she passed a store whose window was still lit up, with a sales assistant tidying up the last few items. Further on, she saw a couple with two children laughing and playing in the snow. Watching those two little siblings throwing balls at each other, a thought invaded her mind. “Oh, how I wish you were here.”

 

Lost in her thoughts and memories, Holly didn’t notice an obstacle in front of her. Suddenly, she tripped over something soft. “Ouch!” the thing shouted in a weak voice. Surprised and worried, she quickly bent down to see what had happened. Because of the snow that was already piling up in the corners of the sidewalks, she hadn’t noticed that there was a homeless man curled up under a small blanket. The blanket was already white with snow, making him almost invisible in his surroundings.

 

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you!” exclaimed the young woman, horrified at having accidentally stepped on the man. As the homeless man uncovered himself a little, the girl felt her heart squeeze at the sight of his condition. He was filthy, with unkempt hair and a dirty, crumpled beard. His face was so dirty that he looked more like an abandoned animal than a human being. In the biting cold, he looked like a figure forgotten by the world.

 

The homeless man looked at the young woman and, in a weak voice, assured her that he was fine, trying to cover himself again with the thin blanket that barely protected him from the intense cold. “Don’t worry about me, Miss, I’m used to it,” he said, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

 

Holly, her heart broken by the scene, couldn’t help but be bothered by that soul lying there alone in the cold. The woman, with her instinct for care, knew that the man couldn’t spend the night on the street, especially on one of the coldest nights of the winter. “Sir, are you going to be all right there? I heard in the news that it’s going to be extremely cold tonight,” she said with concern and a voice full of empathy.

 

The homeless man, trying to maintain his dignity, told her not to worry. “It’s all right, Miss, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” But suddenly, a loud growl from his belly interrupted the conversation, revealing his hunger and malnutrition. The sound was so loud that it was clear he hadn’t eaten for days.

 

The young woman, driven by a sense of humanity that had always guided her, knew she had to do something. She didn’t even think twice and suggested, “Please, sir, you can stay in my house for tonight. You’re hungry, and I’ll prepare some hot soup for you,” Holly insisted, her face lit up with the determination to help the man.

The man, a little surprised by the offer, looked at her suspiciously. “Why would you help me?” he asked, looking into her eyes for some sign of genuineness or falseness. After all, as a homeless person, he knew all too well how evil humans could be. “No one helps anyone for free,” he always thought.

 

Holly then introduced herself, telling him about her volunteer work in the church and how she had always felt that helping others was her mission in life. She spoke with such sincerity and conviction that a light of trust began to shine in the man’s eyes.

 

“Besides, you could use a warm bath. Please, come with me. It would be my pleasure to welcome you home tonight,” said the girl, feeling an almost inexplicable urge to help the stranger. She knew she was doing the right thing, even though something inside her seemed to be pushing her towards this act of kindness. It was a strange feeling, as if fate had put that man in her path for some special reason.

 

That young woman could never have predicted that that simple gesture of kindness was about to reveal a mystery that would change her life forever.

The homeless man accepted the invitation. He got up quickly, and some of the snow that had accumulated on his thin blanket fell off, revealing the harsh reality of his situation. His clothes, now visible under the fragile protection of the blanket, were a tangle of torn and tattered fabrics with holes that let the biting cold penetrate.

 

“I have my brother’s clothes at home. They will look great on you,” Holly said cheerfully as they started walking together through the snowy street. Each of the man’s steps left marks in the snow as silent testimony of a journey of suffering.

Along the way, the man introduced himself and expressed his deep gratitude. “My name is Toby,” he said, with a spark of hope shining in his tired eyes. The poor guy was visibly moved, and his expression had changed dramatically. It was as if life had suddenly given him a second chance, an unexpected miracle on that cold night.

 

Toby shared with Holly how he had accepted what he thought was his inevitable fate. “You know, lying there under that blanket, I was shivering so much that I thought, ‘At least tomorrow, I won’t wake up, and it won’t even have hurt,’” he revealed, his voice laced with emotion.

The man reflected on how his life had changed completely since the woman had stumbled upon him. From accepting imminent death to being about to take a hot bath and enjoy homemade soup, it was a turnaround that was almost unbelievable.

 

“I can’t thank you enough, Holly. Nobody ever does these things for us,” Toby said, his voice full of gratitude.

When they arrived at the young woman’s house, she welcomed him with a warm welcome. The man was amazed when he entered the house. It was a totally new experience for him. He had never been to a place like this. His nights had always been spent in the streets and alleys. Home was something he had only dreamed of but never thought he would one day set foot in one.

 

The homeless man’s emotion was unparalleled. He looked around, absorbing every detail of the house, every sound in the cozy atmosphere. Being inside a real home, away from the cold and loneliness of the street, seemed like a dream.

Holly, noticing Toby’s admiration and joy, said she would go and get her brother’s towels and clothes

for him. “Feel free to take a hot bath while I prepare dinner,” she suggested, eager to provide a little comfort to her new friend.

 

The man, with a smile lighting up his tired face, felt a surge of happiness. The prospect of a warm bath and a homemade meal was more than he could have imagined.

That night, he followed Holly through the house, still incredulous at her kindness and generosity, grateful for every moment of that unexpected turn in his life. As she handed Toby the clothes and towels, Holly said to him with a gentle smile, “I still have some of my brother’s things in the bathroom. You can use them to shave if you want. And don’t worry about the time. You can enjoy the shower as much as you like, okay?”

 

For the homeless man, this offer was a dream come true. The idea of finally being able to get rid of the filthy, unkempt beard that covered his face after years was almost unbelievable. He accepted the clothes and towels with a twinkle in his eye, grateful for every gesture of kindness from Holly.

While Toby enjoyed his bath, the girl started preparing the soup in the kitchen. She felt genuine happiness in her heart at being able to help someone so directly. She had always been involved in charity work, but taking a homeless person into her own home was a new and special experience. The feeling of saving a life from the blizzard outside filled her heart with joy and purpose.

 

“I think he’ll love the soup. I hope he likes carrots,” she thought as she carefully cut up the vegetables. When he finally finished setting the table, he heard the bathroom door open.

“Toby, the soup’s ready!” she shouted happily.

However, the moment the man entered the kitchen, Holly was paralyzed. To begin with, in front of her stood a completely transformed, unrecognizable man. So different from the homeless man she had met, with a clean face, no beard, wet and tied-up hair, and a fresh scent from the shower. Toby looked like a totally new person.

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“Holly, I really can’t thank you enough. It was the best bath I had in my entire life,” he exclaimed with an expression of pure happiness and gratitude.

However, the girl couldn’t move. Her eyes were wide and full of tears. She seemed on the verge of fainting, completely shocked by Toby’s transformation. But there was another reason.

 

Toby, confused, asked if she was all right. The girl approached him, put her hand on his face, which was now clean and smooth, and began to cry uncontrollably.

“Oh my God, Cameron, you’re alive!” she sobbed, hugging him tightly.

The homeless man, still confused, felt a whirlwind of memories and flashes invade his mind. Misty images and forgotten feelings began to emerge, bringing with them an understanding of something deeply personal and surprising.

 

“I knew it! I knew you were alive! I’ve always said that! I’ve always said that I could still feel you! I knew it! Oh my God!” Holly screamed through her tears, holding him as if she never wanted to let go.

In the middle of the bright kitchen, two lost souls found each other. United by a past that they both thought was lost forever.

 

But what happened? Who was Cameron?

It turned out that the unexpected meeting between Holly and the homeless man, who now turned out to be none other than her missing twin brother Cameron, was an almost unbelievable outcome to a story marked by tragedy and mystery.

Almost 7 years before, when the siblings were just 20 years old, they were both nursing students and had taken part in a college excursion to take supplies to an indigenous tribe during a harsh winter. The snow was falling hard, and it looked like it was going to swallow up everything and everyone in the tribe.

 

They distributed blankets, clothes, hot soups, medical supplies, and many other items. It was a joy for the community, who felt welcomed, and the twins shared the same joy. They were always involved in charity work and loved seeing the smiles on people’s faces.

But on the journey back, their lives changed dramatically. The bus they were on was passing through a tortuous road in an area that was difficult to access and ended up in a terrible accident. The driver was unable to make a turn in time, and the tire slipped on the icy road. They ended up falling into a ravine and overturning.

 

Several students were injured, and there were two tragic deaths: the driver and Cameron’s, or so they thought. He was standing at the time of the accident, walking down the aisle, and was thrown out of the bus. The young man’s body was never found, leaving his family in deep agony.

The twins’ parents did everything in their power, exhausting their financial resources and hiring investigators in the hope of finding at least their son’s body for a proper farewell. They did this for years until one day they gave up and accepted the idea that they would never see their boy again.

 

But Holly, deep in her heart, always felt that her brother was still alive. This feeling persisted for the next 7 years. What the family didn’t know was what really happened to Cameron after the accident.

He was thrown out of the bus and collapsed in the woods. When he woke up, he was disoriented, alone, and wounded, with no memory of who he was or where he came from. The boy wandered aimlessly, following the course of a river until he reached a neighboring town.

Since he had no identification and was completely confused, he ended up living on the streets. It took a while before he managed to join up with other homeless people who accepted him as part of their group. The men, realizing his amnesiac state, took pity on the boy and gave him the name Toby, a way of avoiding calling him John Doe.

 

“At least now you’ve got a name, Toby,” they said.

So Toby spent the next seven years as a homeless man, moving from town to town in search of food and handouts. That particular year, with the winter being harsher than usual, many of his street friends froze to death. It was sad for the young man to have to deal with the loss every morning. He was already very shaken, and he knew that his time would come sooner than he could have predicted.

So Toby, having already moved around several times, ended up in the same town where his family lived. And in a moment of fate or coincidence, when he had already accepted the end of his life, shivering in the cold that night with the biggest snowfall of the year, Holly, his sister, stumbled upon him.

 

This shocking and exciting discovery brought a flood of feelings to both of them. For the young woman, it was confirmation that her brother hadn’t died, and for Toby, or rather now Cameron, it was the rediscovery of a past he had forgotten.

Holly’s reunion with her twin brother Cameron was a mixture of sadness and joy. Sitting at the table, savoring the warm soup the girl had prepared, she began to tell him about what had happened during the years of his absence. The young man, now 27, listened attentively, trying to connect the pieces of a past that were slipping from his memory.

 

Holly explained the origin of their names. His parents, passionate about travel when they were young, had chosen their names as tributes to the two trips they loved the most: one

to Holland and the other to Cameroon in Africa. Cameron listened fascinated, each detail revealing a little more of his lost identity.

“I’ve kept your things all these years,” said the sister. “I always knew that one day you would come back. I knew you were alive. I always felt it. Oh my God, you’re really here!” she cried.

 

The moment was emotional and tearful. The young man felt as if he was emerging from a long sleep, waking up to a life he had forgotten but which was now beginning to make a little more sense.

The next day, Holly and Cameron went to their parents’ house. The reunion scene was indescribably emotional. Seeing their missing son, the parents almost collapsed with surprise and joy.

“Oh my God, my son, my son!” exclaimed his mother, with trillions of tears streaming down her face, while his father hugged him with a mixture of shock and happiness.

 

The reunion was marked by a lot of crying, tight hugs, and words of love and relief. Despite the joy of the reunion, everyone knew that it would take time for Cameron to fully recover his memories and readapt to family life. However, he felt incredibly blessed to finally have a family and a home to call his own, something he never thought he would have when he was living on the streets.

In a single night, Cameron’s life had been radically transformed. From a lonely, forgotten homeless man ready to succumb in the snow, he had once again become a member of a loving family who had sought him out and wanted him for so many years.

 

“I’m home,” he reflected as he looked at the familiar faces around him. “I’m home at last.”

Over time, the young man, who was accompanied by therapists, managed to fully recover his memories and his life. He went back to nursing school and became a very kind man. His main goal was to give the homeless, who were once homeless themselves, a decent life, at least in winter.

 

He gathered resources, and he and his sister opened a shelter for the homeless. The place could house 700 people, 700 lives that they helped on dark, cold days like the one he had been rescued from. And above all, no matter what happened, they knew that despite the challenges of life, they would be together, he, Holly, and his parents, rebuilding the bonds that had once been broken but were now being carefully mended.

 

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The Youngest Grandmother in the World is a 17-Year-old Nigerian

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Who Was Mum-Zi – The Youngest Grandmother in the World?

Mum-Zi was just eight years and four months old when she gave birth to a baby girl in 1884.

From Nigeria, on an island called Akwa Akpa, now known as the city of Calabar, Mum-Zi’s daughter followed her mother’s footsteps, becoming a mother at the age of eight years and eight months thus making Mum-zi the youngest Grandmother in the world.

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In recent times, most people at that age are looking to complete their education or to graduate from high school. The thought of even becoming a parent is rare, thus, having grandchildren is often out of place.

But this was not the situation for Mum-Zi and her daughter, as well as, other young girls in the 19th Century.

According to Lyall Archibald’s 1936 book, The Future of Taboo in These Islands, Mum-Zi was a member of Chief Akkiri’s harem in Akwa Akpa (now Calabar), who would later be the father of her daughter.

Since the 16th Century, Calabar had been a busy international seaport, shipping out goods such as palm oil.

Historical accounts state that during the Atlantic slave trade, it became a major port in the transportation of African slaves, with most slave ships being owned by Bristol and Liverpool.

Some missionaries would later record the challenges of poor water supplies, malaria, and the presence of some tribes who were sometimes not too welcoming to evangelists and other slave traders.

What was common, however, was the fact that chiefs kept a harem of wives and slaves.

The harem is basically a female backyard or household largely reserved for princes and lords of this world.

This private space has traditionally served the purposes of maintaining the modesty, privilege, and protection of women.

In most parts of Africa and elsewhere, a harem, in terms of royal harems of the past, may house a man’s wives and concubines, as well as, their children, unmarried daughters, female domestic workers, and other unmarried female relatives. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Mum-Zi was one of the many women and girls who lived in a harem belonging to Chief Akkiri. After giving birth at 8 years and four months, with the chief being the father, her daughter would also become a mother exactly eight years later. She was reportedly impregnated by the same chief who happens to be her father.

She gave birth at an age slightly older than that of her mother’s, as she was 8 years plus 8 months. Nevertheless, this remains one of the shocking moments in history.

Ever since the 1700s, a number of cases have been highlighted to show how girls and women across the world suffer just because of their gender.

Among these forms of gender-based violence is child marriage, which denies children the right to be children and take away from them the opportunities for education and a better life. It also exposes them to risk of violence at the hands of their usually older and powerful husbands.

A recent report by Girls Not Brides revealed that globally, more than 700 million women alive today were married as children and 17 per cent of them, or 125 million, live in Africa.

It added that about 39 per cent of girls in sub-Saharan Africa are married before the age of 18 and all African countries face the challenge of child marriage.

According to the report, Niger has the highest number of child brides, with three out of four girls married before they are 18.

The Central African Republic follows. There, the legal minimum age for marriage is 18, however, girls can get married at 13 years if it is approved by a court and/or if the girl is pregnant.

In some cases, earlier marriage is allowed if a parent consents to it. At third place is Chad, which has a rate of 67 per cent.

Some of the drivers for child marriage in these countries are poverty, upholding social and religious traditions, as well as, conflict, which forces many parents to consent to child marriage as a way of protecting their girls from violence and sexual assault.

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How Nzeogwu Killed Ahmadu Bello and His Wife, Hafusatu, During the 1966 Coup

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On the 15th of January, 1966, the first coup in Nigeria was staged by a group of Nigerian soldiers led by Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu.

The bloody coup which toppled the democratic government of Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa led to the death of some key political figures including Prime Minister Tafawa Balewa himself, Chief Festus Okotie-Eboh (the Finance Minister), Chief Ladoke Akintola (Premier of Western Region), Sir Ahmadu Bello (Premier of Northern Region & the Sardauna of Sokoto) and his first wife, Hafusatu Ahmadu Bello.

Ahmadu Bello
Ahmadu Bello

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Former secretary to the government of the federation (SGF), Gidado Idris, who as at then was the personal secretary to the late Ahmadu Bello recounted his January 15, 1966, coup experience. In an interview with Weekly Trust on his 80th birthday in 2015, he recalled how Kaduna Nzeogwu Killed Ahmadu Bello and his wife during the course of the coup.

The Coup

“On the 14th of January, 1966, the evening before the tragedy, at about 8:00 pm, late Prime Minister Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa called and wanted to speak to the late Premier. He was free, so I put him through. Afterwards, the Premier called me and he said he wanted to know the extent of his indebtedness to shops where we used to collect things, like Kingsway, Bhojsons, et cetera, where we had account.”

“At about noon, he called me and his ADC, Aliyu Kangiwa and asked us to go around to see his new office, so the three of us went. Generally, he was happy with it. Earlier, he had been told that the Premier of the West, Samuel Akintola, was coming to see him but the arrival was still some time away. So, he decided not to go to the airport and went to the mosque for Friday prayers, after sending a minister to receive S. L Akintola. All this was during Ramadan.”

Kaduna Nzeogwu who led the first military coup in Nigeria
Major Kaduna Nzeogwu

“At about 3:00 pm, we were told that Premier of the West had arrived and was on his way to General Usman Hassan Katsina House in Kawo, which was meant to be the Sardauna’s new official residence and office. When he arrived with his entourage, I remember Remi Fani-Kayode was with him, as well as other ministers.”

“Akintola said he had come to see the Premier and to find out from him whether he was aware that the army would take over the government the following day. The Sardauna said he heard about it but has left everything in the hands of God.”

“Akintola then said he had come with a plane, so they could go someplace like neighbouring Niger, where his best friend was then the president. The Premier rejected it and said those who were asking for the government’s removal did not bring it to power in the first place. He said ‘I won’t leave my people in their hour of need to run away and take shelter somewhere else’. He then advised Akintola that since he was certain that it was going happen, to go back to his people and brief them to get prepared to fight. Akintola took the Premier’s advice and returned to Ibadan.”

Idris said after Akintola left, it was too late for Bello to go and play his favourite game, Fives. He then decided to drive around the GRA and Kaduna south before Iftar time (the breaking of Ramadan fast).

“We got into a car, one of the long ones with seats facing each other. It was driven by Alhaji Ali Kwarbai (Ali Sarkin Mota), the Sardauna’s chief driver. He was with his friends and I sat facing them. We were not discussing anything and the driver just drove around and later returned home just in time for the breaking of the fast,” he said.

Idris Gidado
Gidado Idris

“You have to understand the work of the Premier then was a 24-hour affair, no Saturdays or Sundays off. If we left our homes in the mornings, we normally returned after midnight and that is why most of our children at that time didn’t even know who we were. We were out of our houses by 5:00 am because we couldn’t afford to go to the Premier a minute late.” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Later That Night

“Later that night, after breaking of the day’s fast, the famous musician, Dan Kwairo, was around till about 10.30 pm, as he had come to entertain the Premier. Of course, we were tired and grumbling but there was nothing we could do. He played till about 11:30 pm when suddenly the late Alhaji Ali Akilu, who was the Secretary to the Northern regional government, then-Commissioner of Police M.D Yusuf and Brigadier-General Samuel Ademulegun, all three of them, came and went straight to the office asking to see the Premier. The Premier, sighting them, left us and decided to go and meet them. They met for about half an hour, then they left.”

“When the Premier came out, Dan Kwairo was still playing but he called it a night and went upstairs to write his Sallah address and go to bed, as we were to go to Sokoto the following morning.  We were chatting and noticed it was getting late and the Premier had still not sent for us, so we decided to go home.”

“When we came out, we were not aware that by then soldiers had already taken position around the compound. I was living at Doka Crescent then and as I left the Sardauna’s house, a siren blared.”

“We used to test it from time to time to see if it was working and I thought that was what was going on. But then I saw the then-deputy Commissioner of Police, an Idoma man whose name escapes me, heading in the direction of the Premier’s house, as did late Haruna Musa, the Principal Secretary’s security detail. But I went home, as I didn’t think there was any problem.”

Ahmadu Bello told Nzeogwu: “I am the one you are looking for.”

“Abubakar Umar, the Sardauna’s Private Secretary, who was on a visit from Kano and was accommodated in the guest wing of the house, heard a loud noise and saw the chaos from his room with soldiers everywhere. He quickly called the Private Secretary to the Premier, Ali Akilu who told him what was happening, that it was perhaps a coup. Akilu quickly dressed up and drove to M.D. Yusuf’s house. Five minutes after he left, soldiers stormed his own house and asked after him but his wife told them he went to Zaria for a meeting, so they left. The telephone call by Umar saved him.”

He said there was nobody else in the house.

“Major Chukwuma Kaduna Nzeogwu had all of the Premier’s wives, servants and wards brought out and asked them to sit down on the floor. Nzeogwu himself demanded to know who Ahmadu Bello was and there was a resident of the house who looks a little like the late Premier but wasn’t as tall. He came out and said he was the one, but they knew he wasn’t. The soldiers said if they were not told who Ahmadu Bello was in the group, they would shoot everyone.”

Hafusatu Ahmadu Bello
Hafusatu Ahmadu Bello

“The Premier, who was among them, got up and said ‘I’m the one you’re looking for’, prompting his three wives to come to his side, distraught. When the soldiers were about to kill Ahmadu Bello, two of the wives stood up, leaving the first wife who said if they must kill him, then they must kill them together. He was shot, along with her, as they embraced each other. They left the body where we found it.”

“The whole place was deserted. All the ministers had left. We decided that the best thing was to get his body removed to the house of the Sultan of Sokoto in Ungwan Sarki. When we did, it was prepared for burial and that was where he was buried.”

Gidado Idris

Gidado Idris later became a permanent secretary in Kaduna state from 1971 to 1975, secretary of the constitution drafting committee in 1975, secretary of the constituent assembly that produced the 1979 constitution and clerk of the national assembly in 1979.

On October 17, 1995, late Sani Abacha, then head of state, appointed Idris as SGF, a position he held till May 28, 1999 when Nigeria returned to civil rule. He died in December 2017.

 

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The Real Story of Ishola Oyenusi – Nigeria’s Deadliest Armed Robber

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Doctor Ishola Oyenusi tied to the stake

Who Was Dr Ishola Oyenusi?

Ishola Oyenusi, popularly known as Doctor Oyenusi, was a notorious armed robber who terrorized the people of Lagos and other neighbouring cities in the 1970s. Ishola Oyenusi and his gang of six were highly skilled in snatching cars, robbing banks, factories, stores and killing people like chickens.

 

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He confessed that his parents were not capable of furthering his secondary school education and that was what forced him into robbery. So without having a secondary school education, Oyenusi by no way could have been a medical doctor.

Oyenusi’s Robbery Exploits

Oyenusi started off his robbery career by snatching a car (whose owner died in the process) just because his (Oyenusi) girlfriend needed some money. It was claimed by some sources that Oyenusi was romantic.

Ishola Oyenusi- Daily Times

He sold the car at the price of N400 and gave the money to his girlfriend. It was also said that Oyenusi was hot-tempered and quite arrogant. During his arrest, he thundered down on a police officer who was ushering him around. He said, “people like you don’t talk to me like that when I’m armed, I gun them down!”

Doctor Ishola Oyenusi came into the limelight after the Nigerian civil war ended in 1970. He robbed banks and people in both daylight and night, and he never let any of his victims live to see another day; he killed them all! This earned him the name “Doctor rob and kill“.

At the height of his horrific reign, Ishola Oyenusi bragged that “the bullet has no power“. He probably forgot that he who live by the sword will surely die by the sword. Oyenusi was so infamous that he was regarded by some people as the “first celebrated armed robber in Nigeria“, and after him was Lawrence Anini, Babatunde Folorunsho (Baba oni lace), Shina Rambo, Buraimo Jimoh and others.

Ishola Oyenusi’s Arrest

However, nothing lasts forever, and as the Yoruba adage says, everyday belongs to the thief while a day belongs to the owner.

On the 27th of March, 1971, Oyenusi was nabbed by the police during one of his robbery operations in which he and his notorious gang killed a police constable named Mr. Nwi and stole $28,000 as at then. Cloud of shame hovered above Doctor Ishola Oyenusi as he was casted before the law and found guilty then sentenced to death by firing squad.

Oyenusi confessed that he was not to die alone because he did not commit the crimes alone.

He vomited the names of other members of the gang which included: Joseph Osamedike, Ambrose Nwokobia, Joel Amamieye, Philip Ogbolumain, Ademola Adegbitan and Stephen Ndubuokwu.

Back then, public execution was the order of the day, so when Oyenusi was ushered to the popular Bar Beach in Lagos where he was to be executed, over 30,000 Nigerians were happily and excitedly waiting to see the man who had terrorized them get riddled by hot bullets. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

It was said that some civil servants even brought a coffin to the execution ground to mock the once mighty robber kingpin who was now nothing but a scapegoat whose breath would be exhausted in any moment.

Doctor Oyenusi execution
Ishola Oyenusi being led to the stake

Ishola Oyenusi’s Execution

Trucks carrying Oyenusi and his executors arrived at the execution ground around 10:am. Doctor Oyenusi, his gang members and one other criminal got down slowly.

People jeered and booed them, especially Oyenusi who they had really trooped out to watch die. Oyenusi donned a dark long-sleeve shirt and had his hands tied behind him.

He was sweating profusely but managed to smile all the way to the stakes. He kept smiling, smiling and smiling but could still not hide the agony and terror written boldly on his face.

Few minutes before he was shot, Oyenusi told journalists that he would not have ventured into armed robbery if his parents were capable of sending him to secondary school.

He also said, “I am dying for the offence I have committed“. Oyenusi and other criminals were fastened to the stakes. The soldiers lined in front of them and aimed their ever-ready guns. Some of the criminals yelled their last words of protest at the cameras. Then a loud voice let out the word “fire”! Oyenusi and other criminals’ bodies were sprayed with bullets.

That was the bitter end of Ishola Oyenusi who lived by the bullets and died by the bullets. The execution of Doctor Ishola Oyenusi sent the streets of Lagos deserted at night. Families locked themselves behind doors for the fear that some of Oyenusi’s boys might retaliate.

Ishola Oyenusi's execution
Doctor Ishola Oyenusi (circled) and his gang’s execution

This fear lasted long that even in 1977, the veteran movie director, Eddie Ugbomah, called for actors to play the role of Oyenusi in a movie he was about to produce titled “The Rise and Fall of Dr Oyenusi”, but no actor was brave enough to step forward to play the role.

They all feared that Oyenusi’s boys might show them pepper. Eddie Ugbomah had no choice than to play the role of Oyenusi himself. In the movie, he revealed the secrets of top Nigerian officials and military men backing Oyenusi and his gang by providing them money and weapons.

As expected, Eddie Ugbomah was threatened and later, his store was looted. He was told in a letter to stop shooting the movie and everything would be returned to him. But Eddie Ugbomah proved not to be a coward by eventually releasing the movie in 1977.

In recent times, a Nollywood actor, Odunlade Adekola, also released a movie (Oyenusi) detailing the life of Ishola Oyenusi, the most notorious Nigerian armed robber.

The name Ishola Oyenusi will forever be remembered in the history of crime in Nigeria.

 

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