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The late Apala musician, Ayinla Waheed Yusuf, widely known as Ayinla Omowura, is considered to be one of the most original Yoruba musicians of post-colonial Nigeria. Born in 1933, Omowura’s music was popular in South-West Nigeria in the 70s, and this gave him a cult followership. Sadly, at the peak of his career, he was killed by one of his band members during a brawl in Abeokuta, Ogun State in 1980.

Forty years after the tragic death of this music legend, the band’s lead drummer, Alhaji Abdul-Rahman Adewole Alao, popularly called Adewole Onilu-Ola, aged 92, tells DAUD OLATUNJI about the late singer, their singing days, how he met Ayinla Omowura, among others. Before you proceed, you can download Ayinla Omowura’s songs here…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

Ayinla Omowura could be described as an enigma (someone difficult to understand), who was he really? What can you say about his personality?

Ayinla was a nice and talented musician. I discovered him then and asked him to work with me, to sing while I beat the drum. When I discovered him, I tested his skills and discovered that his voice was perfect for what I wanted. It suited my type of Apala beat. I was the founder of the band, so I searched for him to be a musician in my band.

Before he joined me, he was working as a backup singer for some people who were his masters in music. I usually went to where he performed and that was how I got him to be singing in my band.

I was a popular Apala drummer then. I was already popular, even before Ayinla Omowura joined the band. I needed a lead vocalist in the band at the time. I went through a lot before I discovered him and he agreed to join me. We tried our best and God crowned our efforts because his voice was good for my Apala beat.

Who was he working for as a backup singer before you met him?

The person was popularly called Osho at Igboore in Ago-Oba.

People have described Omowura as a lyrical genius; you had the opportunity to know him closely, how creative was he?

He was talented; God gave him a good voice.

He was also known for his love for women, alcohol and fights, what do you remember about this part of his life?

Ayinla Omowura and his lead drummer, Onilu-Ola
Ayinla Omowura and his lead drummer, Onilu-Ola

Look at the Fuji musicians we have now, can we count the number of female fans that flock around them? Why is it that there are always many female fans around musicians? Does it mean that ladies love musicians more than drummers? It is not everybody that understands drumbeats but they connect with the sweet voice of a musician.

I remember God gave him a gift that always made ladies like him; he was always surrounded by his female fans. But he was not sleeping with all of them; that is all I can say about that because I was not with them every time being an elderly person. But we were very close and inseparable in those days. The situation then was: if there is no Ayinla, there is no Adewole and if there is no Adewole, there is no Ayinla.

Did you have disagreements despite your closeness?

It got to a stage when we almost went our separate ways. We separated for some time, but because we were a source of blessing to some stakeholders in Abeokuta, they intervened and settled the matter between us.

What led to the dispute?

It was a leadership crisis.  Some white people came and said they wanted to be producing our songs, but that only one person could be the leader of the group. They said the person they would accept as the leader was the musician and we accepted that since we all wanted something great. You know, money is powerful; it intoxicates. That was what led to the breakup.

But because some people knew how important we were, they called us together and settled the issue. If I had stood my ground and said I would not reconcile with him, maybe I would have been killed by now because his fans would have thought I was involved in his premature death. After we reconciled, there was no musician in Nigeria that had the kind of fame we had.  Musicians like Ebenezer Obey, King Sunny Ade and Sikiru Ayinde Barrister were behind us. None of them started music before us. Obey and KSA came after us.

Omowura’s 40th remembrance anniversary was recently celebrated; did you ever think he could die so early, and at the peak of his career?

(Sighs) There was never a sign that he would die so early. There is nobody that can change how we are destined to leave this world. There are different accounts of how he died but the common one is that he was killed during a brawl in a bar. How did he die?

I heard that after eating at a rented apartment belonging to one of his wives, he went out and had a fight with his manager. I was not there, so I don’t know much about it except for what I was told.  The next thing I heard was that he was dead. I was surprised at what happened. I went to the bar to confirm it, but by the time I got there, I was told he had been taken somewhere else.

You can see where I live; many people think I am a rich man because of my popularity. When I had problem with Ayinla, some people rallied round me. They bought a car and some musical instruments for me. I stopped using the vehicle after his death because there was no money to maintain it (sobbing). Anytime I remember his death, I feel very depressed and sad.

What is the genesis of Apala music?

It is the beat that is called Apala; Apala is not the music. When any of our brothers in those days had a child, people would come together, use old matchboxes to produce beats and sing to the rhythm. It was from there they thought about beating drums alongside; that was how the name – Apala – came up.

Which musicians played Apala before you and Ayinla Omowura joined?

Many musicians had been using Apala beat in their songs before Ayinla Omowura began his music and I don’t even know the number of musicians doing that. In fact, someone who used to be my boss, Lasisi Baba Ibeji, later came to work for me. I had become famous and was one of the best Apala drummers in the country. I was about 30 years old at the time. I became Apala beat drummer when I was 20 years old.

Onilu Ola
Alhaji Abdul-Rahman Adewole Alao aka Onilu-Ola

How would you describe his rivalry with Haruna Ishola, Fatai Olowonyo and later Ayinde Barrister?

What I can say is that Haruna Ishola agreed that Ayinla Omowura was his boss because Ayinla started producing records before him. As regard Fatai Olowonyo, they had a disagreement with each other then. In those days, everybody was looking for a means of survival.

It was said that Ayinde Barrister used to be the captain of his fans’ club before becoming one of his antagonists, what happened between them? I can’t say much about them, but I heard that when Ayinla Omowura went to Barrister’s house, he was asked to fill a form before he could see him. I was not there, but that was what they told me. I heard Ayinla Omowura left angrily, saying he could not fill any form before seeing Barrister.

Did he truly predict that his band manager, Fatai Bayewumi, would kill him?

(Sighs) It was true he said that. I was there when he said it. We went for a concert in Ijebu and were about to perform when Ayinla said he had the opportunity of watching a movie about Jesus Christ for the first time during Easter that year. He told us that in the movie, it was one of the closest disciples of Jesus that betrayed him. He however concluded that it came to his mind that one of his closest associates among us would kill him. Everybody there was shocked and surprised.

He initially said it indirectly and when I asked him if I was the one he was referring to, he said no. Some others asked him the same question and he said no. But when it got to Bayewumi’s turn, he said he was the one. The band manager rejected it and almost fought with Ayinla that day. He said his name should not be tagged with something negative. He sometimes talked like someone making prophecies. This is the little I can say because if he were alive, I would have been living in wealth and comfort.

It was said that he was killed with a glass cup, how did it happen?

I also heard the same thing; I heard his killer smashed him in the head with a glass cup and the shards of glass penetrated his skull. I learnt pieces of broken glass were removed from his head at a General Hospital.

What caused the fight that led to his death? Was it truly about motorcycle and a woman?

Like I said, I didn’t go out with them except when we had shows.  I heard they had a misunderstanding, but I don’t know what it was about.

His killer was hanged; can you recall the events of that period?

After the judge sentenced his killer to death, he was first kept in a prison facility. Lt. Gen. Oladipupo Diya (retd.) was the Military Governor of Ogun State then. I think he went to the prison and started asking about the offences committed by the inmates there. When he got to the turn of Bayewumi, he was told he was sentenced to death for killing Ayinla. Diya then ordered that he should be executed immediately.

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He was not the one that said that; I was the one that used my drum to praise myself that way. I was actually talking about myself; it was just a way to hype myself up and that is how music is.

How would you describe the kind of childhood you both had? Was it rough?

When we were young, we learnt more on the job. We worked hard and were committed to whatever we did. I cannot talk about Ayinla Omowura because we grew up in different households.

Why do you think he still engaged in fights even after becoming famous and rich?

He didn’t fight anyhow, but he detested indiscipline and cheating.  He fought anybody that took him for granted or cheated him. He was not a troublesome person like he was being portrayed.

There have also been stories that he loved marijuana until his death…

He didn’t smoke; all he did was take some gin whenever we had to perform.  He did not even like beer and he was not a heavy drinker.

What can you say about the story that he was jailed for raping someone?

God is great! You know, there are always different stories to an issue. I was not there but I heard he took one of his lovers to someone’s house and deflowered her. I heard that when the owner of the house saw that the lady was bleeding and weak, it led to the issue. That is all I can say about that.

Why did he build his house on his grandmother’s shrine?

I don’t know anything about that. I was not living in his house, so I can’t say anything about it. It was only when we had outings that we got to see each other.

His father was said to have sung Sakara, was that how he started or did he start with Apala?

We heard his father once sang Sakara, but like I told you, he started as a backup singer.

Though he was a Muslim, he was also said to have practised Ogboni, Ogun worship and such. He seemed like a mysterious person, what can you say about his religious belief?

We participated in so many things when we were looking for fame and God blessed us.  We went to Lagos and other places to worship Ogun. It was not that we went there purposely because of that; they invited us as a band and we didn’t have a choice but to participate in what they were doing.

Why do you think he sang, ‘Olorin ti o bá fi oju di mi lode, jije, mimu e tan ni Ile aye’ (Any musician who disregards us will go hungry in life)?

That was more or less like a warning to musicians that did not want to accept that he was their master in music. It was just a way of boosting his ego as a musician; there was nothing extraordinary about that.

What do you know about the story that he gave his children tribal marks so that another man would not claim them?

He gave them tribal marks because he also had tribal marks. He always had it in mind that he would give all his children tribal marks but eventually, not all his children had tribal marks.

Why didn’t he get all his children educated early in his life which according to reports, he was desperate to do later on?

He sent them to school, but sending a child to school does not mean the child will be educated. He tried his best by sending them to school.

Where did the name ‘Omowura’ come from as it was not his real name?

His real name was Waheed Ayinla; I was the one that gave him ‘Omowura’, using my drumbeat. Wura was his mother’s name and I emphasized that by giving him ‘Omo Wura’ (son of Wura).

After his death, why didn’t one of the band members just slot in since you all already knew how the band was run?

Omowura
Omowura

We continued after his death and asked his younger brother, Dauda, to lead the band so that it would not appear like we killed Omowura to take over the band. His younger brother said he would try and we allowed him to try till he also died.

What was the genesis of the fight between Dauda and his son, Akeem? Was it all about taking over his band and succeeding him or was there more to it?

You know, they were related and whatever happened between them was personal to them. I did not interfere in that and I was not disturbed by it.

Dauda died in 2006 and Akeem died in 2016, what do you think about allegations that their deaths were connected to their fight?

I can’t say anything about that.

Ayinla Omowura died 40 years ago; what comes to your mind when you remember him now?

We did a song to remember him, but because of what is on the ground, we have not launched it. The remaining members of his band, his daughter and one other person did the song to remember him 40 years after he left us. The coronavirus pandemic has prevented us from launching it.

How much do you miss him?

When I remember him, I cry because if he were alive, I would have gone beyond where I am today. I am always sad when I remember he is gone.

How do you think he should be remembered?

His children and family members have been organising special prayers for him every year. Though Ayinla Omowura is long gone, the government should do something for us – his band members who are alive. We want basic things that can make our lives comfortable.

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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