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The mother threw her babies in the grave 10 years later she regretted it!

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The mother threw her babies in a grave. Ten years later, she regretted it. Miriam Baxter had a difficult childhood. Her father, Igor, loved her dearly, but her mother, Bonnie, seemed to have no time for her only daughter. It was only many years later that we saw the lasting effects that Bonnie had on Miriam well into her adult years.

Miriam loved dogs and cats and would often bring home strange. Igor loved that his daughter was so caring, but Bonnie said the animals made a mess, so would always make Miriam turn them back onto the street. She was a good student who had many friends, though some of her friends would later say that Miriam seemed to be off in her own world sometimes…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The family lived in a small town outside of Denver, and it was in this town that Miriam met Dimitri when she was 16 years old. Dimitri was two years older than Miriam, but the two became friends quickly and then began dating after Miriam turned 17.

Igor recalled that Miriam seemed to glow after she spent time with Dimitri Unsurprisingly. Her mother didn’t approve, but Miriam was at that age that she didn’t need her mother’s approval. She loved Dimitri, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Her plan was on track. After Dmitry proposed Miriam about three years after they first started dating.

Yeah, they were young, but both of them believe they were soulmates. So when Miriam was 20 years old and Demetri was 22, the couple got married. Igor attended the small, intimate ceremony Bonnie did not. The first few years of Demetri and Miriam’s marriage was pleasant. The newlywed seldom argued, and they enjoyed the modest lifestyle that their jobs afforded them.

Dimitri worked as a Carpenter and Miriam at a local grocery store, but there was something that wasn’t going their way. Starting a Family Miriam knew she wanted children and wanted to prove to herself that she could be a better mother than Bonnie had been to her.

That being said, there was always a little voice in the back of her head that whispered to her that she wasn’t supposed to be a mother. Miriam did her best to ignore this voice and brushed it off his nerves. Over the years, the stresses of not being able to start a family wait on Demetri and Miriam.

The two bickered often, and Miriam’s life wasn’t turning out to be the fairy tale she had expected until a miracle happened. Miriam fell pregnant. The couple was ecstatic. They couldn’t believe after all these years, that they’d finally be able to have the family they dreamed of starting. Unfortunately, Miriam got incredibly sick during her pregnancy.

Her morning sickness was awful, and she battled to keep anything down. In fact, she was diagnosed with something that makes women get sick in pregnancy. This is when the doubts started to creep in Miriam’s mind. Was she meant to be a mother? Was this a sign that bad things were to come again.

She tried to push these thoughts away and then a bombshell was dropped. A scan revealed that not only was Miriam pregnant, she was pregnant with triplets. Demetri was so happy with this news. He felt that having three joys brought into their life would make up for lost time. Miriam, on the other hand, felt very overwhelmed.

The thought of having three children to care for worried her and the worry didn’t ease as she progressed in her pregnancy. Miriam tried her best to keep this from Demetri, but secretly she was spiraling. She began having doubts in her ability as a mother, having had such a poor example herself. And the day arrived. Miriam gave birth to three beautiful children, two boys and a little girl.

Dimitri recalled that the boys had his features, while the little girl was the spinning image of her mother. Their names were Edgar, Jensen and Penelope. Caring for the triplets was as much work as Miriam thought it was going to be. She was also struggling with intense feelings of sadness after she had given birth and she battled to connect with any of her children. She kept this a secret though, as she was too ashamed to let anyone else know.

Dimitri could see that his wife was having a hard time, but he thought she was just tired like he was. Little did he know. As the days went on, Miriam fell deeper and deeper into a depressed state. Looking at her story, we now can see that Miriam likely had postpartum depression at the time though, and where she lived. This was a foreign concept to any doctors.

It also didn’t help that Miriam was so quiet about her feelings. Three months went by and things were fine on the outside, that is, Demetri still didn’t see how sad Miriam was becoming and Miriam still kept her lack of connection quiet. Then the perfect storm hit.

Demetri needed to leave the home for four days as he had to attend a carpentry workshop. He asked Miriam if he needed to hire a nanny for her to help care for the children, but Miriam insisted that she would be fine internally.

She was hoping that this time alone with her children would help her bond with them. Miriam was so very wrong and on that early Saturday morning, little did Dimitri know that he wouldn’t see his children again for ten years. That is, Miriam’s first day with the children was fine. They didn’t fuss too much and she fell under control with everything. Day two, however, didn’t go as smoothly.

Edgar was sick and wouldn’t stop crying. His crying set Jensen off and the two boys crying made Penelope cry. Miriam tried to calm Edgar, but he couldn’t keep anything down and Jensen then began showing the same symptoms as his brother. Miriam stress levels were rising dangerously high at that point. We don’t know exactly what happened over the next two days Miriam later claimed that she didn’t remember, but we’ll never really know whether that was true or not.

What we do know is what happened on the evening of the third day. Miriam placed Edgar, Jensen, and Penelope into a large basket and set out into the woods. We do know that Miriam began digging. She dug until she had three perfectly rectangular graves. Yeah, you heard that right? READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Graves. It’s hard to know what Miriam was thinking at that point, but experts later believe she was suffering from a complete break from reality. Miriam wasn’t a bad person. She did do a very bad thing, though. Miriam then placed each of her children, one by one into the graves.

Edgar was wrapped in a blue blanket, Jensen a green one, and beautiful little Penelope in a purple one. She then proceeded to cover the babies in dirt. Miriam then walked away with the sounds of crying echoing through the forest. The following night, Dimitri arrived home. He found his wife curled up in a corner, staring at the wall.

She wouldn’t speak and simply rocked back and forth. What’s wrong, my love? Where are the children? Demetri asked. Miriam said nothing.

Dimitri proceeded to race through the house, looking everywhere for his babies. They were nowhere to be found. He spent hours trying to talk to Miriam, but nothing. Her eyes were glazed over and she seemed to be off all on her own. Dimitri could tell that Miriam hadn’t showered for four days, so he placed his wife in a bath, hoping the warm water would soothe her.

At this point, he was freaking out. Dimitri then wrapped Miriam up and placed her in their bed. He then called Igor. Igor rushed over and he, too, tried to speak to Miriam. She wouldn’t speak a word to him either.

Remember, this all happened in a small town. So after two more days of this and no answers as to what on Earth was going on, Igor and Dimitri decided to make the trip to the hospital with Miriam and also report the children missing. Miriam stay in hospital didn’t help much. She still wouldn’t speak and the police were entirely unhelpful. In fact, they didn’t believe Dimitri’s story at all.

They said Miriam was crazy, and maybe he was crazy too. Dimitri was at a complete loss. He had missing children and a wife that wouldn’t speak a word to him. This went on for weeks until he couldn’t take it anymore. Miriam, he screamed, you know where my children are?

Why won’t you tell me? His wife, who is now a shell of her former self, said nothing. Still, that night, Dimitri packed his bags and left. He couldn’t do this anymore. Without saying goodbye, he disappeared into the night.

A broken man. After she was alone, Miriam decided to go and check the gravesite of her three children. She hiked up to the spot where she had laid them, which wasn’t too hard to find as she’d been replaying that walk in her head every day since she had done it. But when she arrived, the site made Miriam vomit. The children’s graves were empty.

They were gone. It didn’t look like an animal had gotten them. It looked to her like they’d crawled their way out. Miriam then turned and sprinted back home. She locked herself in her bedroom and closed the curtains and locked the door.

Why? Because Miriam now believed that her children were coming to find her. She believed that they’d crawled their way out of their early graves and were coming to seek revenge. Miriam spent the next ten years of her life as an old hermit. She hadn’t said a word since the day in the forest.

Not one single word. Miriam’s once soft features weathered and she became known as the crazy lady of the town. Young kids spread rumors about her being a witch and dared each other to run to her house and knock on the door. Miriam had answered the first few times, but she soon ignored them. The knocks happen at least twice a week as the children were coming home from school.

The knocks were always short and ended quickly. This was obviously because the boys ran away as they knocked. They weren’t about to stick around and wait for the witch to grab them. This became background music to Miriam until someone knocked once and then again. This made Miriam stop what she was doing and gazed towards the door.

Had these neighborhood boys gotten bold? Maybe. But then a third knock. Miriam knew she had to get to the door, so she reluctantly walked over and cracked it open. Standing outside were three children and a man.

Miriam slammed the door and turned her back against it. For some reason, her heart was racing. There was something familiar about these children, some sort of connection. Then came another knock. Miriam tried to compose herself as she opened the door.

I’m not sure what to say to you, said the man. Do you remember these children? He asked. This isn’t possible, Miriam croaked in a hoarse voice. She sounded very much like the witch she’d been painted out to be.

 

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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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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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