power beats money anytime!!
Do you want me to show you pictures of Dangote kneeling for Tinubu or Buhari, or you have forgotten Abacha vs MKO.

Barnabas and Paul separated over the role Mark should play when they decided to return to the places where they had preached the gospel (Acts 15:36). Barnabas wanted to take Mark on the journey, but Paul was convinced this was not a good idea because Mark had abandoned them during their first journey.
Even with this, the Gospel moved forward with them, so no issues if a pastor and his assistant are in disagreement...

God might be talking about something else but using the lady as a point of reference...

tballeyy:
ok. tell me the diffrience between (boko haram and fulani herdmen)

Boko Haram = Jonathan Era
Fulani Herdsmen = Buhara Era

Davido sharp guy..
Paul calls Davido : How can you say my brother's solo video is sweet ?
Davido : i no talk say e sweet oooo

Peter Calls Davido : why u talk say my video use style sweet?
Davido : i say e sweet na, na d same thing...

All the lies he has told Otedola's daughter...............

Just in case.....

Everybody dey fear DSS pickup trucks!!

have you noticed $5,000 is still missing from the story.
I am guessing nigerian police...

agbayas

is that arabic i see in one of the pictures?

I believe 1 Corinthians 7:12 - 17 applies here

To the rest I say this (I, not the Lord): If any brother has a wife who is not a believer and she is willing to live with him, he must not divorce her.

For the unbelieving husband has been sanctified through his wife, and the unbelieving wife has been sanctified through her believing husband. Otherwise your children would be unclean, but as it is, they are holy.
But if the unbeliever leaves, let it be so. The brother or the sister is not bound in such circumstances; God has called us to live in peace.
Nevertheless, each person should live as a believer in whatever situation the Lord has assigned to them, just as God has called them. This is the rule I lay down in all the churches.

Sharjah, UAE: Just days after her marriage, an Arab bride was dumped by her husband after he saw her with no make-up, said a psychologist who counselled the unidentified woman.
The 34-year-old Arab groom divorced his 28-year-old bride, said the doctor, because the husband believed she did not look as pretty as before the wedding and accused her of deceiving him by using so many cosmetics, including fake eyelashes.
Dr Abdul Aziz Asaf, consultant psychologist, told Gulf News that his clinic received a request from the woman to help her overcome her psychological suffering after her divorce.
Dr Asaf did not reveal the woman’s identity for reasons of confidentiality.
Gulf News has learnt that the groom took his bride to Al Mamzar Beach for a leisurely swim but the outing turned tragic when her face became wet and her makeup reportedly washed away.
The groom said he could not recognise his wife after the make-up was gone.
The bride wore artificial eyelashes and had undergone cosmetic surgeries before the marriage.
The couple’s engagement lasted for six months.
Dr Asaf said the bride told him that she intended to tell her husband the truth about her but it was too late. “The groom immediately divorced his bride and refused any attempt to reunite them again,” Dr Asaf said.

Please dont be deceived, you can hardly get a factory job for that amount in dubai...
Please inquire very well before taking the leap before you regret it.

that ketu police station has always been like that for years!! Something needs to be done about it!

let the recycling start....

are you not the same people that said ebola victims shouldn't be allowed to go to their churches?...

funny thing, the system seemed to be working fine (especially since the judges and faculty could save the "best" 2) till shola was booted out by all the guys not on probation, then everyone started shouting...
read the comments on youtube, everyone wasn't happy that daniella got to stay while shola was voted out.

BRING BACK OUR BOYS CAMPAIGN SHOULD START ALSO...

u wonder what would happen if she was the president's wife

he is ok, it is the demons protecting him that look weird!

she looks like a fish and the gele skales

men, NYSC try ooo to get her size!

you would be surprised to know the workers themselves might not know it is a scam!

racism in phones also!!!

Mr. Monday Umeh, one of the policemen standing trial at the State High Court, Nembe Division, Bayelsa State, over the killing of a student, Emmanuel Victor, has said he was running away from the scene, when the deceased was shot.

Umeh, who is the 3rd accused person in the murder trial of the 20-year-old, told the court that he was unable to say who actually fired the shot that killed Victor, because he was running at the time.

The accused spoke during a cross-examination by the state’s counsel, Patricia Izeifa, on Friday.

Victor was killed on 16 October 2011, while on his way home from Church with his mother. He was reportedly shot several times by policemen at a checkpoint in Yenagoa, for challenging them over the extortion of motorists.

Umeh said, “I didn’t go close to the deceased. I didn’t see the young man when he was shot. I was on the run, and I can’t tell who shot him. I didn’t even know he was dead.”

When Izeifa asked the accused if he was trained in the art of self-defence, he answered in the affirmative.

But when the prosecutor asked if running away at that material time was part of self-defence training, Umeh looked blankly at the ceiling in the courtroom before he could utter ‘No.’

Umeh also claimed the day on which Victor died, was his first assignment in Bayelsa State.

“I barely knew the streets of Yenagoa and was depending on the support of my team members,” he said.

Earlier during the cross-examination, Umeh had told the court that on the day Victor was murdered, he had only cocked his gun to frighten the deceased but denied shooting him.

He alleged that on the fateful day, Victor was armed with a pair of scissors and was so ruthless that they (three police officers) armed with an AK47 rifle, two K2 rifles, as well as a smoke gunner were unable to prevent him from assaulting them.

Umeh told the court that he had joined the Nigeria Police Force in 2000. “On October 16 2011, Inspector Lucky, Matthew and I, were detailed to stop-and-search duty at the Christ Embassy Church area of the Sani Abacha Expressway.

“About 12.04pm, I was at the Christ Embassy side of the road while Lucky and Matthew were on the other side of the road. Suddenly I saw my team leader (Inspector Lucky) running towards the NNPC mega station. So, I took a better look to see what was happening.

“A young man was chasing him (Inspector Lucky), while Matthew was also running behind the young man in an attempt to stop him. To my surprise, the young man turned and started chasing Matthew with the same scissors. At that point, I ran across the road to help put the situation under control,” Umeh said.

He said Victor was so ruthless that he was struggling with Matthew, who was holding a K2 riffle and inflicted him with severe injuries, while Lucky, who was armed with riot disperser, had fled for safety and was nowhere to be found.

He added, “So, when I got there, I reached for the arm of the young man, but he turned against me and tried to stab me. That was when I cocked my gun and shouted at him to stop, but instead of stopping, he came after me. I had to run away for safety. It was when I was running that I heard a gunshot.

“While I ran across the road for safety, a patrol van arrived the scene; I explained to them that my colleagues were bleeding. At that point, there was no time for me to verify who fired the shot. I didn’t make any attempt to see if the young man was still breathing at all.”

source : http://www.punchng.com/metro/i-was-running-when-victor-was-shot-accused/

The telephone call came in the middle of the night, rousing me rudely from a deep and exciting sleep. I had slept very early the previous day having had a very exhausting afternoon. As a routine, I had ensured that my mobile phones were put in the silent mode. But on the fateful night, I had forgotten to change the tone. So, when the stringent Nokia tune broke the eerie silence of the night, I cursed under my breath. As I fumbled around in the Power Holding Company of Nigeria-induced darkness, I had wondered who could be calling at that ungodly hour. In my drowsy state, I answered the call. Then, I recognised the voice at the other end to be that of a neighbour. He frantically told me he had been arrested by the police for wandering while returning from work.

According to him, he was standing with other commuters at a bus stop when a police patrol truck screeched to halt in front of the bus station. They were standing in an endless wait for a bus. In a flash, gun-totting policemen alighted and ordered them at gun point to enter the back of the truck. Inside, he met other victims of the brutality that has come to define the Nigerian Police. He said that out of fright, some of them attempted to flee. But the police threatened to shoot them. They were all taken to the police station amid pleas of innocence. I had known the young man for over a year. I know him to be a struggling young man who worked as an unskilled hand in a Chinese factory around town. I knew he kept late nights due to the nature of his job. He also worked shifts. This makes him arrive home at odd hours. When the call came, I did not doubt the veracity of his story.

According to him, at the time of their arrest, the policemen also made several arrests along the way. Then, they drove to a secluded area where they stopped their vehicle. Then, they went into a round of negotiation with the suspects. They told those who had money to bail themselves. Those who could afford their charges were quickly left off the hook. One guy with an expensive wrist watch was said to have traded it for his freedom. But other unlucky victims like my neighbour who had only their transport fares were driven, like condemned criminals, to the cell. There, the officers encouraged them to call their relatives. The other option was to be clamped into the dingy cell where they would spend the night until they are bailed the next morning.

By the time he hung up the phone, I had become fully awake and disturbed. Knowing the antecedents of the Nigerian Police, I was worried that the boy could either be shot as an ‘’escapee’’ armed robber or framed up on trumped up charges. Just like many unlucky Nigerians, he might also end up being charged for a crime he knew nothing about and clamped in jail or awaiting trial. I was also upset at this gross violation of an innocent citizen’s right- a clear case of police brutality. The police are known for indiscriminate arrests of people under a so-called wandering law which has been abolished. But some unscrupulous officers in Lagos still engage in the illegal act. This random arrest is widely known as ‘’roger”. They often carry out the arrest in low income areas. Their targets are poor and defenceless citizens who have neither the financial nor social connections to defend their rights. This action, which has been condemned by Nigerians, amounts to the breach of people’s freedom of movement.

That said, I instantly made a decision to go to the police station in spite of the risk involved. First, because it was too late in the day and the fear of being brutalised by renegade officers was real. However, I thought that was the least I could do for this humble and hardworking young man. I roused another neighbour and we both went to the police station together. The scene I met at the station was shocking. Scores of unclad young men and women sat on bare floor speaking frantically on the phone. They were calling their families so as to avoid being hurled into the cell. Another shocker: I overheard policemen offering to help those arrested to buy call cards so they could contact their relatives! One policeman, who seemed to be the one coordinating the show of shame, bellowed at a young man who had all the while been protesting his innocence: “You, this stupid boy, you think na only you fit speak grammar, abi? You go sleep for cell today, mosquito go finish you. Stay there dey blow grammar make you no call your people. You go die for cell”! I observed a young woman making brisk business selling call cards at the gate. Even at that time of the night!

The station was a beehive of activities. As I made my way among the throng of men and women sitting on bare ground even outside the large compound, I spotted a patrol truck screech to a dusty halt at the entrance of the main building. A number of policemen alighted, cigarettes dangled between their lips, and their guns facing the sky. They looked like drunken pirates. Another set of ‘’suspects’’, both young and old were pushed down from the vehicle and forced to join those waiting at the counter. I soon located my neighbour who was visibly relieved having caught sight of me. I told him to calm down as I was determined to push my luck with those brigands called policemen in Lagos who are constantly breaching the fundamental human rights of poor residents. I approached the Investigating Police Officer and asked to see the Divisional Police Officer.

He demanded that I identify myself. I declined, insisting I would only identify myself to the DPO. He became alarmed and went to consult with the Commander of the Patrol that had arrested my neighbour. In Lagos, bravado and self-confidence if properly used with the police could work in your favour. I was told the DPO was not available. I disclosed to them that my neighbour, who was coming back from work, was arrested in error and demanded his release so he could go back home with me. I insisted he’d be released without any charges or I would wait till the DPO returns. The police officer in charge hesitated for a while. He did not know what to make of the situation. He was not sure how connected I was. I thought I saw hesitation in his eyes! Did they panic knowing they could have had the wrong man? Since they could not explain why the young man was arrested. I stuck to my guns and demanded his release.

The officer later backed down

He told me to identify the “suspect” among the lot. I insisted he was not a suspect as he had done nothing wrong. He was released to me without bail even as I observed money exchanging hands between families of those arrested illegally. It was shocking to see these glaring abuses of people’s rights which have become a norm at various police stations across Lagos.

Why would police officers on patrol arrest residents at will even when they have identified themselves as law abiding citizens? How does returning from work constitute an offence of wandering? Why do the police physically abuse innocent people, kicking and slapping them as I observed in the police station that night? My neighbour told me the officers refused to show their identification cards. One drunken officer even threatened to shoot if they continued the protest. I walked away from the station feeling a sense of anger.

With friends like the police, who needs an enemy?

http://www.punchng.com/opinion/a-night-at-a-lagos-police-station/

same reason you blame jonathan nigeria's woes?

after they don spoil ground finish, why won't they?

I think the mother part is confusing could have been better for Mary and the mother not to be in good terms than not knowing she was her mother-in-law