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Alana Williams, a 22-year-old young woman, was known for her constant smile and unwavering determination. She had been working at the Lawson Mansion for 2 years, always maintaining the discretion and dedication that ensured her livelihood. Her mother, Grace, was gravely ill and depended on Alana’s care, as did her two younger siblings, Malik, 15, and Jasmine, 10. The routine at the mansion was demanding, but Alana stayed strong. She woke up before sunrise and worked late into the night, doing everything to ensure her family had the bare necessities.

Her relationship with her employers was almost non-existent, except for the rare moments when Richard Lawson, the head of the family, spoke to her. While working at the mansion, Alana thought about her mother, whose health worsened each day. Alana knew she needed more money for medicine, but job opportunities were scarce. She sighed, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Later that day, Alana returned home to a small rented apartment in the city suburbs. Her mother, Grace, was lying on the couch, coughing weakly.

“How was work today, my dear?” Grace asked, trying to smile.

“It was good, Mom, just a regular day,” Alana replied, kneeling beside the couch and holding her mother’s hand.

Malik and Jasmine came running into the room, their laughter filling the space. Alana smiled at her siblings, feeling a moment of peace amidst the chaos of her life.

“Alana, you’ve been working so hard. I’m worried about you,” Grace said, stroking her daughter’s face.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of everything. Just focus on getting better,” Alana replied, trying to hide her own worries.

“Alana, did you bring anything tasty from work?” Jasmine asked, her eyes shining with hope.

“Sorry, Jasmine, I couldn’t bring anything today,” Alana replied with a sad smile. “But I promise we’ll do something special this weekend.”

As night fell, Alana went to bed exhausted but determined to keep fighting. She dreamed of a day when she would find a better-paying job. She knew her life wouldn’t be easy, but she was willing to do anything to ensure her family’s well-being. Despite the difficulties, she held on to the hope of better days.

The next morning, Alana started her routine again. She woke up early, had breakfast, dropped her siblings off at school, and headed to the mansion for another day of work. Alana went about her tasks as usual, unaware that something would happen that night to change her life forever.

Alana was finishing her shift at the Lawson Mansion. Dinner had been served, the dishes washed, and she was about to leave to catch the last bus home.

“Alana, I need to speak with you,” said a cold voice behind her.

It was Richard Lawson, standing in the kitchen doorway with a grim expression.

“Yes, Mr. Lawson?” Alana replied, feeling a chill run down her spine. Richard rarely spoke to her at this hour.

“Come to my office. We need to discuss some matters,” he ordered, already turning and walking down the hall.

Alana hesitated for a moment but knew she had no choice. She followed Richard to the office, where he entered and closed the door behind her. The office was an intimidating place, full of imposing furniture and Richard’s dominating presence. He sat behind his large mahogany desk and gestured for Alana to come closer.

“Mr. Lawson, what do you need to discuss?” Alana asked, trying to stay calm.

“There’s something I need from you, Alana,” Richard said, his gaze fixed on her in a way that made her uncomfortable. “You’ve been working well, but there’s more you can do to please me.”

Alana frowned, confused and alarmed by his tone. “Sir, I don’t understand. I do everything I’m asked.”

Richard suddenly stood up and walked over to her, his presence growing more oppressive.

“There are different ways to please, Alana, and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”

Before she could react, Richard grabbed her forcefully. Alana tried to fight, but he was much stronger. Her resistance was futile, and that night, Richard abused her.

“Please, Mr. Lawson, let me go! What are you doing?” Alana screamed, trying to break free.

“You will do what I say, Alana. That’s an order,” Richard said coldly, ignoring her pleas.

When she finally managed to escape, Alana ran out of the office, tears streaming down her face. She left the mansion in shock, her hands trembling as she caught the bus home. She couldn’t process what had happened. Arriving home, she found her mother asleep and her siblings already in bed. Alana entered her room, quietly closed the door, and collapsed on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

“How could he do this to me? What am I going to do now? I can’t tell anyone. No one will believe me. I have to be strong for the sake of my mother and my siblings. But how am I going to face this alone?” Alana thought, feeling desperate and lost.

The following days were a blur of fear and pain for Alana. She tried to maintain normalcy for her family, but inside, she was shattered. She continued working at the mansion, avoiding Richard whenever she could, but the trauma of that night haunted her like a constant shadow. Alana knew she needed to find a way to move forward, but she couldn’t see a clear path. The only certainty she had was that she would do anything to protect her family, even if it meant bearing the weight of her terrible secret alone.

The months passed slowly for Alana. She maintained her work routine at the Lawson Mansion, but the shadow of that terrible night never left her. One day, after feeling constant nausea and realizing her period was late, she decided to take a pregnancy test. With trembling hands, she saw the positive result. Alana was pregnant.

Alana knew she had to tell Richard the truth, despite all the fear and shame she felt. On a rainy day, after serving breakfast, she gathered her courage and went to his office.

“Mr. Lawson, I need to talk to you. It’s very important,” said Alana, her voice trembling as she waited for him to look up from the papers on his desk.

“Alana, I’m busy. Can this wait?” Richard responded, not lifting his gaze.

“No, sir, it can’t. I… I’m pregnant, and you are the father,” Alana said, each word a painful effort.

Richard finally looked up, his gaze cold and penetrating.

“Are you accusing me of being the father of your child? How dare you!”

“It’s the truth, sir. I don’t know what to do. I thought you should know,” Alana replied, tears starting to stream down her face.

“This is ridiculous. Are you trying to blackmail me? I’ll make sure you never work in this town again. Get out of my house now!” Richard shouted, standing up with a fury that made Alana step back.

Richard mercilessly threw Alana out. She was expelled from the mansion, carrying only a small suitcase with her clothes. Without a job and nowhere to go, Alana wandered the streets of Atlanta, seeking some refuge.

The news of the pregnancy was a shock to her mother, Grace, who was becoming increasingly frail.

“What are we going to do, my daughter? How will we survive?” Grace asked, her worry evident.

“I’ll find a way, Mom. I promise I won’t let you go without,” Alana said, holding her mother’s hands with determination.

Over time, Alana began to face a series of challenges. Finding a new job proved impossible, as Richard’s influence extended throughout the city. Whenever she tried, she was rejected with vague excuses, but she knew the truth—he had made good on his threat.

“I’m sorry, Miss Williams, but we don’t have any openings at the moment,” said the manager of a local restaurant, avoiding her eyes.

“But I saw the ad on the door. Please, I really need this job,” Alana pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but the position has been filled,” the manager replied, quickly closing the door.

Desperate, Alana tried to seek support from charity organizations, but resources were limited. Without a job, Alana could no longer maintain the apartment she rented for her family. The nights on the streets were cold and dangerous, but she did not give up. Everything she did was for her child and her family.

One night, while Alana and her mother were sitting in a temporary shelter, Malik and Jasmine beside them, Grace held her daughter’s hand.

“You are so strong, Alana. I know we will get through this,” Grace said, her voice weak but full of hope.

“I won’t give up, Mom. I’ll find a way to get us out of this situation,” Alana replied, tears in her eyes.

Alana’s life was hard, but she knew she had to keep fighting. Each day was a battle, but she held on to the hope that someday justice would prevail. She didn’t know how, but she was determined to secure a better future for her child, despite all the adversity she faced.

As the months went by, Alana’s belly grew, and so did her determination. She knew the only way to secure a better future for her child was to prove that Richard Lawson was the father. Determined to fight, Alana sought out lawyers willing to help her, but Richard’s influence seemed omnipresent.

Alana found a small law firm in a less affluent neighborhood. The lawyer, Marcus Hayes, was known for taking on

tough cases and fighting for justice.

“Mr. Hayes, I need your help. I’m pregnant, and the father of my child is Richard Lawson. He abused me and now refuses to acknowledge paternity,” Alana explained, her voice filled with emotion.

“I understand, Alana. This is very serious. We will need evidence to move forward with this. Do you have any proof? Witnesses?” Marcus asked, with a look of concern.

“I have nothing but my word. He’s a powerful man, and he bought everyone off to stay silent. But I’m willing to fight,” Alana replied, determined.

“We’ll start with a paternity test. If we can get a court order, he can’t refuse. Be prepared for a tough battle, but we won’t give up,” Marcus said with an encouraging tone. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The legal battle was long and exhausting. Richard used all his power and influence to delay the process. Friends and acquaintances who could have testified for Alana were bought off or intimidated, and many doors closed on her. Alana attended every hearing, and despite all the obstacles, she never gave up. Her faith in justice and her child’s future kept her strong.

“Mom, I’m trying everything, but it seems impossible. He has so much power,” Alana said, sitting by her mother’s bed, who was now very weak.

“You’ve done so much, my daughter. Your strength gives me hope. No matter what happens, know that I’m proud of you,” Grace replied with a weak smile.

As time passed, Alana’s pregnancy advanced. She began to lose hope of winning the legal battle. Resources were limited, and Richard’s influence seemed unbreakable. One afternoon, after yet another frustrating hearing, Marcus had a serious conversation with Alana.

“Alana, we’re running out of options. Richard is using every trick to avoid the paternity test. Without concrete evidence, the court might rule in his favor,” Marcus said, clearly frustrated.

“So, that’s it? I’m going to lose this battle? My child will grow up without his father’s recognition?” Alana asked, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not giving up on you, Alana, but we need to be realistic. Prepare yourself for the possibility that we might not get the justice you deserve,” Marcus replied with regret.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Alana made the difficult decision to give up the legal battle. She needed to focus on surviving and ensuring a minimum level of security for her soon-to-be-born child. Even without Richard’s recognition, she knew she would give her all to raise her child with love and dignity.

The following months were extremely difficult. Alana gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, whom she named Lucas. Life on the streets of Atlanta was harsh, but Lucas’s presence gave her strength to keep fighting. She knew that somehow, she would find a way to provide a better future for him.

“Lucas, my love, you are the light of my life. I promise I’ll do everything to give you a better life. We will get through this together,” Alana said, holding her baby in her arms.

Alana knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to raise her baby despite all the difficulties. She wouldn’t give him up.

Five years had passed since Alana gave birth to Lucas. Life had been incredibly hard for her and her family, but her determination never wavered. Living in shelters and relying on the help of charities and a few friends, Alana did the impossible to provide for her son. Lucas, now 5 years old, was a bright and loving child who brought joy to Alana’s life.

One hot summer afternoon, while Alana and Lucas were playing in the local park, she received an unexpected call. It was Marcus Hayes, the lawyer who had tried to help her years ago.

“Alana, it’s Marcus. I need to talk to you. It’s about Richard Lawson,” Marcus said, his voice serious.

“What happened, Marcus?” Alana asked, feeling a chill down her spine.

“Richard is very ill. He has little time left and wants to speak with you. He wants to ask for forgiveness and acknowledge Lucas as his son,” Marcus explained.

Alana was silent for a moment, processing the information.

“He wants to see us? I don’t know if I can do that. What if it’s just another one of his manipulations?”

“I understand your hesitation, Alana, but maybe this is a chance to get justice for Lucas. Think about it,” Marcus said, trying to be encouraging.

Alana spent the night awake, reflecting on Marcus’s proposal. By morning, she decided she needed to face Richard for the sake of her son. The next day, she met Marcus in front of the hospital where Richard was admitted.

“Mommy, where are we going?” Lucas asked, holding Alana’s hand.

“We’re going to meet someone important, my love. He wants to talk to us,” Alana replied, trying to sound confident.

“Okay, Mommy,” Lucas said with an innocent smile.

When they arrived at the hospital, Marcus led them to Richard’s room. Alana felt a knot in her stomach at the sight of the man who had caused so much pain in her life. Richard lay in the bed, visibly weakened and aged by illness.

“Alana, thank you for coming,” Richard said, his voice weak and trembling.

“I came for my son, not for you,” Alana replied firmly.

“I understand. I’ve done terrible things, and I’m sorry. I want to ask for forgiveness. I can’t leave with this guilt,” Richard said, with tears in his eyes.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you, Richard, but Lucas deserves to know the truth,” Alana said, holding her son’s hand.

Richard looked at Lucas, his gaze full of regret.

“Lucas, my boy, I am your father. I’m so sorry for everything I did to your mother. I want you to know that I deeply regret it, and if I had time, I would do everything differently.”

Alana held Lucas closer as tears streamed down her face. The scene was surreal, but she knew it was an important step for her son’s future. Richard handed Marcus the documents acknowledging Lucas as his legitimate heir, ensuring him a significant portion of his fortune.

“Lucas, this is your father. He wants to help us now,” Alana explained, her voice choked with emotion.

“Are you going to take care of us?” Lucas asked, his eyes wide and innocent.

“Yes, son, I will do everything I can to take care of you,” Richard replied. The illness had broken that cold, cruel man.

A few days later, Richard passed away, leaving a complicated legacy for Alana and Lucas. The fortune he left was enough to lift Alana and her family off the streets, giving them a better life. Alana knew that despite the pain and difficulties, she had finally found justice for her son.

“Alana, you did it. You fought so hard, and now you can give Lucas the life he deserves,” said Grace, her voice full of pride.

“Yes, Mom. Thank you so much for your support, for always being with us. Now let’s build a new life together,” Alana replied, with the joy of someone who could finally provide a better life for her family.

Alana and Lucas’s lives were finally taking a positive turn. Though the scars of the past remained, they had a future full of hope and possibilities. Alana knew that the struggle had not been in vain and that she could finally offer her son the life he deserved.

With the inheritance left by Richard Lawson, Alana and Lucas’s lives changed drastically. They moved into a small but comfortable apartment in a safe neighborhood. Alana’s first priority was to ensure a good education for Lucas and seek new opportunities to restart her life. Alana began attending a vocational course in business administration, determined to build a solid future for herself and her son. Lucas, in turn, started elementary school at a good school.

“Mommy, will you be okay at school today?” Lucas asked as he was dropped off at school.

“Yes, my love. And you? Will you make lots of friends?” Alana replied with a smile.

“I’ll try, Mommy. I want to tell them about our new house,” Lucas said excitedly.

Months passed, and Alana began to feel more secure and confident in her new environment. However, the adaptation was not without challenges. Despite the financial support, Alana still faced the stigma of her past and the responsibility of being a single mother.

One day, after a class, Alana met with Marcus Hayes, who had become a close friend and mentor. They met at a local café to discuss Alana’s progress.

“Alana, I’m impressed with how much you’ve accomplished in such a short time. How are you feeling?” Marcus asked, with a look of genuine interest.

“I’m feeling good, Marcus, but there are still difficult days. Sometimes I wonder if I can keep it all up,” Alana confessed.

“You are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met, Alana. Remember, you’re not alone. We’re all here to support you,” Marcus said, with an encouraging smile.

Over time, Alana started getting involved in support groups for women who had gone through similar situations. She found solace and strength in the stories of other women and began sharing her own experience, inspiring others to fight for justice and dignity.

“I thought I would never get over what happened to me, but hearing your story, Alana, I feel there is hope,” one of the women said, with tears in her eyes.

“Never stop believing in yourself. We are stronger than we think, and together, we can overcome anything,” Alana replied, holding the woman’s hand.

Alana also began working part-time at a nonprofit organization that helped women and children in vulnerable situations. Her work filled her with purpose and gave her the feeling that she was giving back to the community that had supported her during

the toughest times.

At home, life was also stabilizing. Grace, though still frail, was being well cared for and enjoyed more peace of mind, knowing her daughter and grandson were safe. Malik and Jasmine were thriving in their new schools and adjusting well to their new life.

“Mom, look how happy the kids are. I never could have imagined this a few years ago,” Alana said, sitting next to Grace on the balcony of their new apartment.

“You’ve transformed our lives, Alana. Your courage and determination are incredible. I am so proud of you,” Grace replied, with a smile full of love.

Despite the adversities, Alana knew she had overcome the greatest obstacles of her life. The journey had been long and painful, but she had emerged stronger.

 

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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.

Culled from Face2Face Africa

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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.

 

Was Ishola Oyenusi Really A Medical Doctor?

Dr Oyenusi, as he was called, was not a doctor by profession but adopted the title for the fun of it. The evidence lies in a confession he made few minutes before his execution…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

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.

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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.

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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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