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Margaret Johnson, an 82-year-old woman with silver hair, slowly pushed her shopping cart through the aisles of her local supermarket. She enjoyed her weekly trips to the store, a chance to get out of the house and interact with the community. Despite her age, Margaret had a sharp mind and a wealth of experiences that had taught her to appreciate the little things in life.

On this particular day, Margaret was feeling especially nostalgic. The supermarket had recently undergone renovations, and everything looked different, more modern and unfamiliar. She sighed as she picked up a carton of milk, remembering the days when she used to return glass milk bottles for refills. Margaret made her way to the checkout line, placing her items on the conveyor belt with care…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Behind the counter stood a young man, no older than 20, named Dylan. He had an air of impatience about him, tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited for her to finish unloading her cart.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Dylan said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Do you have your own bags, or are you going to need plastic ones?”

Margaret looked up, slightly taken aback by his tone. “I forgot to bring my bags today. I’ll need to use the store’s bags.”

Dylan rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “You know it’s really bad for the environment to keep using plastic bags. We should all be doing our part to save the planet.”

Margaret gave a small smile. “I understand. We didn’t have this green initiative back in my day.”

Dylan scoffed. “Yeah, that’s the problem. Your generation didn’t care enough to save the environment for future generations.”

Margaret’s smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise. She hadn’t expected to be lectured about environmental responsibility by someone so young. As she processed his words, a wave of indignation welled up inside her. She decided she wouldn’t let this young man speak to her with such disrespect.

Before Margaret could respond, a deep voice from behind her interrupted. “Excuse me, young man, but I believe you owe this lady some respect.”

Margaret turned to see a tall, distinguished man in his late 50s standing behind her. His name was Robert, a well-known local businessman who had always valued the wisdom and contributions of the older generations. Dylan looked at Robert, clearly taken aback by the interruption.

“I was just explaining about the importance of environmental conservation,” he said defensively.

Robert stepped forward, his presence commanding respect. “There’s a way to educate people without being disrespectful,” he said firmly. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? This woman has seen and done things you can’t even imagine. Show some respect.”

Dylan opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. He nodded and muttered, “Sorry, ma’am.”

Margaret smiled gratefully at Robert. “Thank you, sir. It’s nice to see someone still values respect and courtesy.”

Robert nodded. “It’s the least I could do. We have much to learn from your generation, and it’s high time we start listening.”

As Margaret finished packing her groceries, Robert continued to speak, addressing both her and Dylan. “You see, young man, back in the day, we didn’t have the luxury of disposable items. We reused and recycled because we had to. Milk bottles, soda bottles, even beer bottles were returned to the store to be washed and refilled. That was true recycling.”

Dylan listened, a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment on his face.

“Grocery stores used brown paper bags,” Robert continued. “We reused them for many things, including covering our school books to protect them. We didn’t have plastic bags cluttering the environment.”

Margaret nodded, adding, “We had one television or radio in the house, not one in every room. We blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. We used old newspapers to cushion fragile items, not Styrofoam or bubble wrap.”

Robert smiled at Margaret, appreciating her contribution. “Exactly. And we didn’t waste gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used push mowers powered by human effort. We worked hard, and that kept us fit without the need for electric-powered gyms.”

The small crowd that had gathered around nodded in agreement. Robert looked at Dylan. “We didn’t have the conveniences you have today, but we were resourceful. We made do with what we had and did our best to minimize waste.”

Dylan looked thoughtful. “I never really thought about it that way.” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Margaret gave him a kind smile. “It’s okay to care about the environment, Dylan. Just remember that every generation has its own way of contributing. Respect and understanding go a long way.”

Robert placed a reassuring hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “You’re young, and you have a lot to learn. Listen to the people who’ve been around longer than you. They’ve got valuable lessons to share.”

Dylan nodded. “Thank you, sir. And thank you, ma’am. I’ll remember this.”

Margaret finished packing her groceries and prepared to leave. As she did, Robert turned to her. “Mrs. Johnson, it would be an honor to cover the cost of your groceries today. Consider it a small token of appreciation for everything your generation has done.”

Margaret was touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Mr. Robert, but that’s really not necessary.”

Robert insisted. “Please, I insist. It’s the least I can do.”

Margaret nodded, accepting his kindness. As she left the store, she couldn’t help but reflect on the day’s events. It had been a long time since she had felt so invigorated, so alive. She’d witnessed firsthand the power of respect and understanding.

That evening, Margaret shared the story with her granddaughter Lily, who listened with wide eyes and admiration. “Wow, Grandma,” Lily said. “Mr. Robert is amazing. I wish I could have been there to see it.”

Margaret chuckled. “Well, dear, it’s important to stand up for yourself and what you believe in. And it’s equally important to listen to others and learn from their experiences.”

Lily hugged her grandmother tightly. “I will, Grandma. I promise.”

The story of Margaret’s encounter in the supermarket spread quickly through the town, and soon it was the talk of the community. People were inspired by the way Robert had stood up for Margaret and by the valuable lessons she had shared.

A few days later, Margaret received a letter from the supermarket’s corporate office. It was a formal apology for the way she’d been treated, along with a gift card as a token of appreciation. But what touched her most was a handwritten note from Dylan.

“Dear Mrs. Johnson,” it read. “I want to thank you for opening my eyes. Your words made me realize how much we can learn from those who came before us. I’ve told my friends about what happened, and we’re all going to try to be more respectful and understanding from now on. Sincerely, Dylan.”

Margaret smiled as she read the note. She had made a difference, and that was more valuable to her than any gift card. In the weeks that followed, Margaret noticed a change in the way she was treated at the supermarket. The staff was more attentive and respectful, and Dylan always greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly chat. It was clear that her message had resonated with more than just him.

The community, too, seemed to take her words to heart. People were more considerate of their elders, seeking their advice and listening to their stories. Margaret found herself invited to speak at local schools and community events, where she shared her experiences and wisdom with a new generation.

One day, as she was leaving the supermarket, she saw Dylan helping an elderly man load groceries into his car. Dylan caught her eye and waved, a genuine smile on his face. Margaret waved back, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. She’d always believed in the power of kindness and respect, and now she saw it reflected in the actions of those around her. It was a small victory, but it was meaningful.

Margaret continued her weekly trips to the supermarket, her heart full of gratitude for the simple joys of life. She knew that there would always be challenges and misunderstandings, but she also knew that with patience, kindness, and a willingness to listen, those challenges could be overcome.

As she pushed her cart down the familiar aisles, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was not just an old woman doing her shopping; she was a bridge between generations, a source of wisdom and strength. And that, she thought with a smile, was something to be proud of.

This story teaches us the importance of respect and understanding across generations. It highlights how wisdom and experiences from the past can provide valuable lessons for the present. By listening to and valuing the older generation, we can learn to appreciate their contributions and gain insights that help shape a better future.

The interaction between Margaret, Dylan, and Robert demonstrates that kindness and respect can bridge gaps and create a more harmonious community. In today’s fast-paced world, it’s easy to forget the importance of taking a moment to learn from those who have come before us. The story encourages us to be mindful of our actions and words, reminding us that every generation has something meaningful to offer. It’s a powerful reminder that small acts of kindness and respect can have a lasting impact, fostering mutual understanding and goodwill.

 

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I Just Met This Guy, He Took Me To a Hotel When We Got There, What He Did Left Me Outraged

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I walked into an eatery one afternoon to order takeout. While I waited for my food I kept busy with my phone. A man walked up to me with determination on his face. He smiled and said “Hello my name is Victor. I have been trying to get your attention from my table over there (he points to a far-off table). READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

You didn’t even blink in my direction.” I looked at him and said “Sorry I’ve been engrossed with my phone.” He said “I can see that. I suppose that’s how to get your attention, through your phone. Can you give me your number then?” I didn’t mind giving…Read Full Story Here……..

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1999 Toronto Saga: How Former Speaker, Salisu Buhari, Declared False Age and Forged University Certificate

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On the 3rd of June, 1999, Salisu Buhari, a 29-year-old Nigerian businessman who made his fortune dealing in computers, was elected as the speaker of the House of Representatives in Nigeria, a position which constitutionally made him the fourth most important person in Nigeria.

Unknowing to his colleagues, the government and the whole of Nigeria, Salisu Buhari was not qualified for the office he occupied. Few weeks after he was elected, findings revealed that Salisu Buhari, the sixth Speaker of the House of Rep. forged his way to power…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The News Magazine released an article on the 19th of July, 1999 claiming that Salisu Buhari is seven years younger than the 36 years he claimed to be and that he didn’t attend the University of Toronto in Canada not to talk of graduating from the institution. The News Magazine had more than enough proofs to back their claims thus suppressing all threats made by Salisu Buhari and his lawyers to sue them for libel.

Salisu Buhari
Salisu Buhari

It was made known to the world that Salisu Buhari, the self-acclaimed Toronto University graduate, was actually born in 1970 and not in 1963 which he claimed. This rendered him unqualified to be the Speaker as section 65 subsection 1 of the 1999 constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria disqualified anybody under 30 years from contesting membership of the House of Representatives.

Also, it was made known that Salisu Buhari didn’t attend the University of Toronto in Canada not to talk of graduating with a degree in Business Administration in 1990. The University of Toronto, when asked, denied knowing Salisu Buhari. The management said they couldn’t find any record relating to the his name. Carlo Villanueva, an official of the Institution said,

Regarding your request for confirmation of degree for Mr. Ibrahim Salisu Buhari. We have searched our records and could not find anybody with the name you are inquiring with”.

Letter from University of Toronto
Letter from University of Toronto

Also, Salisu claimed that he did his national youth service at Standard Construction in Kano. This was proven false as records at the NYSC secretariat in Abuja could not produce his name among the 1991 corps members who served in the scheme. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Blocked in every way, he had no means of escape. After several open denial of the allegations and threats to sue The News Magazine, Salisu Buhari, on Thursday, July 23, 1999, eventually faced Nigerians and admitted declaring false age and forging certificate. In tears, he said,

“I apologize to you. I apologize to the nation. I apologize to my family and friends for all the distress I have caused them. I was misled in error by the zeal to serve the nation, I hope the nation will forgive me and give me the opportunity to serve again.”

He then resigned and walked into the shadows. In 2013, he made his return to the news and the public space when he was appointed as a member of the governing council of the University of Nigeria by President Goodluck Jonathan’s administration.

Normally, the move garnered a lot of criticism. In a feeble attempt to justify the appointment, the Nigerian government explained that Buhari’s apology had earned him a presidential pardon from President Olusegun Obasanjo.

 

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The Man Called Adegoke Adelabu ‘Penkelemesi’

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Joseph Gbadamosi Adegoke Adelabu alias Adelabu Penkelemesi was a colossal in the political arena of Ibadan and the then Western Region before the independence of Nigeria in 1960.

He was born in Oke-Oluokun, Ibadan, on September 3, 1915 to Mr. Sanusi Ashiyanbi Adelabu and Mrs. Awujola Adelabu. At the tender age of five, Adegoke Adelabu lost his mother and then lived with his paternal aunt. Adegoke Adelabu attended St. David’s C.M.S School in Kudeti, Ibadan from 1925 to 1929; CMS Central School, Mapo, Ibadan in 1930 and Government College, where he was a head boy, from 1931 to 1936…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

In 1936, Adegoke won a U.A.C scholarship to study commerce in Yaba Higher College but eventually left the college six months later to work as an assistant to the UAC Ibadan district manager. After working with UAC for sometime, he was promoted to an Assistant Manager due to his hard and clever work. However, he left UAC in 1937 to start a business of his own which was unsuccessful. He later took up a civil service job, then returned to UAC in 1945 only to leave after a short period to start a textile trading business which was successful.

After acquiring little wealth from his textile business, Adegoke Adelabu got involved in politics. The starting point of his political career was traced to the period when Ibadan lineage chiefs (Mogajis) rose against Salami Agbaje, the then Otun Balogun of Ibadan, from becoming the Olubadan of Ibadan. In 1951, during the local elections, Adelabu and some other political elements formed a new party called the Ibadan People’s Party to challenge the already established Ibadan Progressive Union and fortunately for Adelabu, the new party won all six seats to the Western Regional Assembly. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

However, the Ibadan People’s Party broke apart after an informal alliance with NCNC was proposed by Adelabu. Adegoke Adelabu stayed with NCNC and became the secretary of the party’s Western Province Working Committee. In 1954, Adelabu became the chairman of Ibadan District Council. Also, in the Federal elections of 1954, Adegoke Adelabu won a seat to the House of Representatives and later became the First National Vice President of NCNC and appointed Minister of Social Services. He held this post along with his chairmanship of the Ibadan district council.

He later resigned from both positions after allegations of corruption by the opposition party, Action Group.
In 1956, Adelabu ran for a seat in the regional assembly as the leader of NCNC in the Western Region but his party lost majority seats to Action Group thus making Adelabu the leader of opposition in the Western House of Assembly.
Adegoke Adelabu alias Adelabu Penkelemesi was a strong politician, leader and had his ground, a firm ground, in Ibadan. He was found of using the phrase “Peculiar mess” whenever he address the public. The non-literate segment of his followers who had never heard of the words peculiar and mess and never knew its meaning Yorubanized the phrase into “Penkelemesi” and then added it to his name- Adegoke Adelabu Penkelemesi. The people so much loved Adelabu. He was indeed a ‘man of the people’. OldNaija gathered that when he became the Minister of Labour, he was given an official limousine car which he drove to Ibadan to show his friends and followers and declared that the car belonged to them, not him. Also, when Adelabu was given an official residence in Ikoyi, the most exquisite part of Lagos inhabited mostly by the British and French, he called drummers from his hometown to celebrate the success which the British and French residents found disturbing. Adegoke Adelabu simply said, “If they do not like noise and drumming, they are free to go back to their own country.” Adegoke Adelabu admitted being an egoist in a book he wrote in 1952 titled ‘Africa In Ebullition: Being a handbook of freedom for Nigerian nationalists’.

Adegoke Adelabu and Obafemi Awolowo
Adegoke Adelabu and Obafemi Awolowo

On March 25, 1958, at the age of 43, Adegoke Adelabu met his untimely death in a fatal car accident on the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. His death sparked protest and chaos in Ibadan as many of his supporters claimed he was assassinated by his opponents with juju. Several properties were destroyed and people also lost their lives. The police arrested over 500 persons of whom 102 was charged with murder and others discharged and some, jailed. It was indeed a big loss, a “peculiar miss” for the people of Ibadan.

 

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