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Politics / Re: DSS, Police Go After NFIU Office Burglars by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:00am On Jul 13, 2020
Dem no get names?
Politics / Re: Buhari Ordered DSS To Investigate Magu Since 2018 by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:57am On Jul 13, 2020
ijustdey:


https://www.thecable.ng/exclusive-buhari-ordered-dss-to-investigate-magu-in-2018

Looking at that picture, I remember Jesus Christ on the cross of Calvary, surrounded by 2 thieves. One of them was an unrepentant hardened criminal.
Politics / Re: Magu, Going The Way Of His Predecessors? by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:48am On Jul 13, 2020
It's like all the THIEVES in Nigeria are from ONE TRIBE. That's why they don't want other tribes to get there.

God punish all of you.
May Nigeria break up and break your back, you evil and wicked tribe.

Did I mention any tribe? NO.
BUT they know themselves.
Politics / Re: Thugs Attempt To Stop Joy Nunieh From Exposing Akpabio by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 1:10pm On Jul 12, 2020
Judas Iscariot is coming home.
Politics / Re: Grumbling In EFCC Over Magu’s Successor by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 8:46pm On Jul 11, 2020
Chelsea better go back to Samsung sponsorship deal. B like say Samsung don curse them o. When Chelsea switch to Yokohama Tires, na so dem start dey chop beating front, back and centre. Now wey 3 don take over, na soso ''33'' we dey see. Be like say Chelsea owner, players and fans are truly drunkards o.
Politics / Re: Buhari Has Approved Magu’s Suspension - AGF, Malami by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 1:38pm On Jul 10, 2020
WHEN THERE IS A BIGGER STORY FG wants to COVER UP, that's when they throw up so much Dust Clouds so that Nigerians doesn't suspect a thing.

Forget about Magu for now!

Abeg, who did you say approved the suspension? When?
Where is He?

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Politics / Re: Magu: Panel Widens Probe by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:03pm On Jul 09, 2020
Magu invited all agency top officers!
You never walk alone.
No be only you Waka come
Politics / Re: WTO: Candidates For The DG Position by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 11:00am On Jul 09, 2020
The position is between Mexico's Kuri, Nigeria's Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala and Egypt's rep. All others are currently political office holders.

Based on CV, Kuri, Okonjo and Amina Mohammed of Kenya are quite exceptional, most especially Amina. But it's likely the position goes to Kuri, being a founding Deputy DG.

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Politics / Re: Dino Melaye Mocks Ibrahim Magu (Video) by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:57pm On Jul 08, 2020
Dino, Agbalagba omo-ita.

M. A. G. U. Magu!
Magu the Magician
Na only PDP members him Oracle dey see.
Politics / Re: Buhari Shops For Magu’s Replacement by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 8:03am On Jul 08, 2020
Another lazy youth from Daura is already doing push-ups in preparation for appointment as EFCC chairman.
Here are the possible replacements:

1. Kyari xyz
2. Present Customs Boss
3. Abba abc
4. Daura rst
5. Tunde Yusuf
Politics / Re: Magu Thrown Into A Cell, Detained By Police In Abuja - Sahara Reporters by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:04am On Jul 07, 2020
The real GOAT.

Greatest
Of
All
Thieves.
Politics / Re: Obaseki Was Oshiomhole's Best Man At His Wedding To Iara (Throwback Photos) by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:00am On Jul 07, 2020
This is called Black and White Photo. It happens when a well digger meets a gold digger.
Politics / Re: Governor Obaseki Wins Certificate Forgery Case by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 3:45pm On Jun 29, 2020
Obaseki might even win the election but, the opposition will approach the Court of Appeal which will set aside this High Court decision, and Ize Iyamu will be declared winner, as the runner-up. The Supreme Court would be approached by both parties and Ize Iyamu will be ratified as the winner.

If you know, you know! Obaseki as a PDP candidate is a liability for the party.
Politics / Re: Oshiomhole: It Was The Same Buhari That Invited Me To Be Chairman That Sacked Me by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:21pm On Jun 28, 2020
Amaechi is next!
Education / Re: Maduafokwa Agnes Egoagwuagwu 365 JAMB Score: Highest In 2020 by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:02pm On Jun 28, 2020
JAMB na Scammers o. How do someone score odd number. 99 for that matter! Kuku give her her 100% na!
Politics / Re: Dino Melaye Receiving Special Prayers Before Appearing In Court - Video by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 3:11pm On Jun 27, 2020
May God answer your prayers. Our personal person. Apostle Oladele's grace cover you. Amen
Crime / Re: Nigerians Condemn FBI For Focusing On 6 Nigerians On The Wanted List (photos) by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 3:05pm On Jun 27, 2020
May Fire Thunder them. Especially those who denied that guy admission
Science/Technology / Re: Dolphins Migrating Through Dolphin Estate, Lagos Caught On Camera By Fishermen by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:02pm On Jun 27, 2020
This is rubbish, why can't Lagos State Government and Legislature pass a law that proscribes the hunting of dolphins and other endangered species.

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Politics / Re: Femi Aribisala: Tinubu, Oshiomhole Now Internally Displaced Politicians by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 1:30am On Jun 27, 2020
Let's wait till 2023 and see who APC will blame during their campaign. Whether na Jonathan again
Politics / Re: 2023: How El-rufai Confirms Amaechi Will Be The Presidential Candidate Of Apc by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 9:21pm On Jun 25, 2020
I see the south wailing after APC and PDP both present Northern candidates.
Literature / The Tale Of Six Towns And The Palace Guards by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 2:47pm On Jun 25, 2020
The Tale of Six Towns and the Palace Guards

Afesinjagun-nlá Oníkòkólówóléja is a big countryside which comprised of six villages: Elésin, Arógunyò, Àgbèloba Olóminlá, Àgbè-oníkòkó, Owójemílógún and Oníbú-eja. The countryside was named after these six villages. Once a green pasture, it fell down flat. The walls of Jericho sank but this countryside crumbled.

Afesinjagun-nlá Oníkòkólówóléja had mountains which melted, rocky havens all blasted, splitting rivers spewing blackness, even hot sands went cold-blooded, Gem vessels crashed into rocks, flying birds crash landed. A sky once beaming with glitter, now full of flightless vultures. The lands once filled with butter, fed eagles with stench.

The gods must not be angered, warnings fell on deaf ears, his cattles mischievously led, to feed on grass of godfathers. Surely the gods have been offended, but one thing is certain, the gods are not to be blamed.

The paramount ruler was once a warlord, Balógun is his name, a warrior while he was young, who grew into a big merchant. All he had he never showed, wealth amassed held by cronies, what he had we never know, being received by proxies. He loved the trade by barter, to laugh in chatters he mastered. Just like popular Maradona, his smiles are shocking chairs.

Negotiating with roaring banters, He collaborated with kingmakers, and got farm implements from manufacturers in exchange for his palm oil barrels. He traded his crops for cash, his nuts for processed beverages. Grinding mills, he never had. Those he earlier owned were sabotaged. Bandits carted them away hook, line and sinker.

He never lacked a thing, whenever needs arise, there is always something to trade. Whether his clothes or shoes, who cares going naked? whether his cap or bag, who cares walking barefooted? Till my appetite is sated, till I have all I wanted. I care not whose ox is gored, once my cattles get fatted.

Quite often he collected, loaned cowries to service budgets. From richer merchants he boasted, my sacks shall be filled with talents. He reached agreements of repayments, with barrels of palm oil extracted. Just be patient he told them, allow my palm fruits get matured, even just enough to reach the oil window.

What a countryside uneasy, full of rules and protocols. The kolanuts were for the gods, the northern lights watched over the oil farms, that the princes born within his palace, do not sleep without being fed. Princes born to rule, princes born with rigour. Princes born to rule, ordered not to take liquor.

Before he took his well deserved rest. He called together his kinsmen. Before he took his rest, he taught his brain child basic farm practices. Planting of crops and irrigation, husbandry and trading. Don't worry about ajílè he said, pakopako have been ordered. Just for you and for me, that our lives may be in quiet.

In his will he set aside heaps and pyramids of cowry bags, that the royal Horse-riding princes, might have no lack whatsoever. No stranger dare move near, no chief without his permission, he gathered them in his silos, lest snakes should swallow them.

Watchmen and loyal servants. Rabbied dogs in every corner. Who dares touch his anointed, who make heaps between their two legs. Everyone is deemed evil only saints he canonized, everyone deemed unfaithful, only him had no stains.

Just before King Balógun died, there was a revolution, the three smaller towns wanted a forceful change of leadership, they said his appointment of chiefs were lopsided, that he never followed the traditions of previous heroes, that they have been disenfranchised, that true character commissioners were dozing, with the sleeping dogs that lie.

They said they were being killed by land grabbers and warlords, they said their cities were plundered by bandits like no other. They said their farms were on fire set by tongues of free ranging beasts. They opened for him their records of previous kings and militants, how they settled the matter but accused Balógun of being complicit in this matter.

Are we baboons? they asked that our land is soaked in blood. Daily are we massacred, this you handled with kid gloves. What on earth is this mess? even the blindfolded woman pulled off the veil on her eyes, so as to recognize the sacred cows. The scales of justice in her hands have been snatched off her fingers, what on earth is the matter? just because the assailants were your kinsmen.

Can a king commit treason? They approached the kingmakers to set things right. They approached his friends and rulers from neighboring cities surrounding them. Despite their pleas and bargains, words fell on deaf ears. I have heard you he said but I am hell bent on ruling the way I like.

What a despot no one dare say, instead kingmakers applauded, Kára-óle they shouted because they dread his wrathful breath. They dread his burning anger, they knew he was a vengeful master, who never forgives nor forgets, till trespasses are borne till slaughter.

Kára-óle Ò, they sounded, even upon his sick bed, in blast of onerous voice, as though a dance rehearsal, the words uttered were shrouded 'may your days be long, ...please rule forever', kingmakers once powerful, who had the final say, now meet but can't decide.

Their Basilica outcomes were only conclusive, once in the king's favor. As they meet in conclave, black smokes signals from their hallowed chambers, can only mean one thing, decisions were inconclusive. This is not common, just and only when one of two things happen. Either their pockets were not properly lined or the outcome was not in the king's favor.

They feared the authority of the crown, they feared for their lives. They have amassed their own wealth, feeding fat of dying lives. They only have a weakness, the bulldogs of the King bully them. Just to put them in check and blackmail them when needed.

Men with grey hairs, golden haired sages who sat in judgement, those who mattered were in his pockets, whether by commission or by black mailbags. A sneeze in the wrong direction, the king dogs would mark their target. Scapegoats were ransacked overnight. Guns blazing and sirens roaring, the darkness of the night were pervaded with flashes of light and blue and red.

Who else could we approach they said, perhaps the Queen who has a soft side. On hearing their plight, the queen protested, not against the king but against his subjects, she played a game of no man's land, a game of freedom for all, but in the depth of her hearts, she knew she tricked them all.

On one or two occasions, the Queen approached the king, with hope of telling her fears. Give heed to me she wept, in the secrecy of their room she begged, give me some leverage or to all the world I cry. On one or two occasions, some shots were fired on air, on one or two occasions, her perceived opponents she cleared.

Once a warlord himself, he smiled and said to her 'look at a pot calling kettle black'. I have also heard of your exploits, how you received kickbacks and jailed one of your guards, just for tasting of his soiled fingers while carrying your pot of soup. How dare you? Balógun threatened, do you know how many are out there, who would kill to take your place. How dare you fight my nephews who fought my unseen battles? With much powered batteries, autocratic tendencies increased, a path forbidden and dreaded, became the new Polar Express.

When pressure from the inhabitants, of the smallest city was unbearable, his workers at his behest danced the way pythons dance. He keyed into the battle frame, the Cold War his ancestors initiated. To fight till his last breath.

He honored those who brought him upstairs and gave them all they wanted. Three titles, one person, jolly good fellows they were, until some made speeches they couldn't swallow. I will ascend to the hills of my lord, I will pride myself of his throne they said, sweet things went sour and some were relegated.

As his days drew near, He prepared his successor Enúdùnjuyò, a man who was accused to have fleeced, his village of their wealth and coffers. A man whose District Officer (D.O.) deposed. As though enemies they were, while in essence it was to fulfill their sinister plan. A plan to make him available, to take the King's stool without breaking the traditions, used to shield him from the wrath of previous king, Enipèlé.

How long will this last? The citizens, mostly hunters took their Dane guns and axes, and belts of charms and pouches. They said to their wives and children, this is a new hunting season, we shall crouch as the Leopard, and like King Leopold, shall we hunt our enemies down.

The land broke into chaos. Tohu and bohu fireballs, blood and water mixed with sands, the aliens fell everywhere. The king's plans boomeranged, could this have been averted, now the land can't recover, while the king is yet alive. Rolling on his bed, he heard the cry of small children, I can't breathe, I can't breathe.... They shouted.

THE END IS NEAR.
Politics / The Tale Of Six Towns And The Palace Guards by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 2:41pm On Jun 25, 2020
The Tale of Six Towns and the Palace Guards

Afesinjagun-nlá Oníkòkólówóléja is a big countryside which comprised of six villages: Elésin, Arógunyò, Àgbèloba Olóminlá, Àgbè-oníkòkó, Owójemílógún and Oníbú-eja. The countryside was named after these six villages. Once a green pasture, it fell down flat. The walls of Jericho sank but this countryside crumbled.

Afesinjagun-nlá Oníkòkólówóléja had mountains which melted, rocky havens all blasted, splitting rivers spewing blackness, even hot sands went cold-blooded, Gem vessels crashed into rocks, flying birds crash landed. A sky once beaming with glitter, now full of flightless vultures. The lands once filled with butter, fed eagles with stench.

The gods must not be angered, warnings fell on deaf ears, his cattles mischievously led, to feed on grass of godfathers. Surely the gods have been offended, but one thing is certain, the gods are not to be blamed.

The paramount ruler was once a warlord, Balógun is his name, a warrior while he was young, who grew into a big merchant. All he had he never showed, wealth amassed held by cronies, what he had we never know, being received by proxies. He loved the trade by barter, to laugh in chatters he mastered. Just like popular Maradona, his smiles are shocking chairs.

Negotiating with roaring banters, He collaborated with kingmakers, and got farm implements from manufacturers in exchange for his palm oil barrels. He traded his crops for cash, his nuts for processed beverages. Grinding mills, he never had. Those he earlier owned were sabotaged. Bandits carted them away hook, line and sinker.

He never lacked a thing, whenever needs arise, there is always something to trade. Whether his clothes or shoes, who cares going naked? whether his cap or bag, who cares walking barefooted? Till my appetite is sated, till I have all I wanted. I care not whose ox is gored, once my cattles get fatted.

Quite often he collected, loaned cowries to service budgets. From richer merchants he boasted, my sacks shall be filled with talents. He reached agreements of repayments, with barrels of palm oil extracted. Just be patient he told them, allow my palm fruits get matured, even just enough to reach the oil window.

What a countryside uneasy, full of rules and protocols. The kolanuts were for the gods, the northern lights watched over the oil farms, that the princes born within his palace, do not sleep without being fed. Princes born to rule, princes born with rigour. Princes born to rule, ordered not to take liquor.

Before he took his well deserved rest. He called together his kinsmen. Before he took his rest, he taught his brain child basic farm practices. Planting of crops and irrigation, husbandry and trading. Don't worry about ajílè he said, pakopako have been ordered. Just for you and for me, that our lives may be in quiet.

In his will he set aside heaps and pyramids of cowry bags, that the royal Horse-riding princes, might have no lack whatsoever. No stranger dare move near, no chief without his permission, he gathered them in his silos, lest snakes should swallow them.

Watchmen and loyal servants. Rabbied dogs in every corner. Who dares touch his anointed, who make heaps between their two legs. Everyone is deemed evil only saints he canonized, everyone deemed unfaithful, only him had no stains.

Just before King Balógun died, there was a revolution, the three smaller towns wanted a forceful change of leadership, they said his appointment of chiefs were lopsided, that he never followed the traditions of previous heroes, that they have been disenfranchised, that true character commissioners were dozing, with the sleeping dogs that lie.

They said they were being killed by land grabbers and warlords, they said their cities were plundered by bandits like no other. They said their farms were on fire set by tongues of free ranging beasts. They opened for him their records of previous kings and militants, how they settled the matter but accused Balógun of being complicit in this matter.

Are we baboons? they asked that our land is soaked in blood. Daily are we massacred, this you handled with kid gloves. What on earth is this mess? even the blindfolded woman pulled off the veil on her eyes, so as to recognize the sacred cows. The scales of justice in her hands have been snatched off her fingers, what on earth is the matter? just because the assailants were your kinsmen.

Can a king commit treason? They approached the kingmakers to set things right. They approached his friends and rulers from neighboring cities surrounding them. Despite their pleas and bargains, words fell on deaf ears. I have heard you he said but I am hell bent on ruling the way I like.

What a despot no one dare say, instead kingmakers applauded, Kára-óle they shouted because they dread his wrathful breath. They dread his burning anger, they knew he was a vengeful master, who never forgives nor forgets, till trespasses are borne till slaughter.

Kára-óle Ò, they sounded, even upon his sick bed, in blast of onerous voice, as though a dance rehearsal, the words uttered were shrouded 'may your days be long, ...please rule forever', kingmakers once powerful, who had the final say, now meet but can't decide.

Their Basilica outcomes were only conclusive, once in the king's favor. As they meet in conclave, black smokes signals from their hallowed chambers, can only mean one thing, decisions were inconclusive. This is not common, just and only when one of two things happen. Either their pockets were not properly lined or the outcome was not in the king's favor.

They feared the authority of the crown, they feared for their lives. They have amassed their own wealth, feeding fat of dying lives. They only have a weakness, the bulldogs of the King bully them. Just to put them in check and blackmail them when needed.

Men with grey hairs, golden haired sages who sat in judgement, those who mattered were in his pockets, whether by commission or by black mailbags. A sneeze in the wrong direction, the king dogs would mark their target. Scapegoats were ransacked overnight. Guns blazing and sirens roaring, the darkness of the night were pervaded with flashes of light and blue and red.

Who else could we approach they said, perhaps the Queen who has a soft side. On hearing their plight, the queen protested, not against the king but against his subjects, she played a game of no man's land, a game of freedom for all, but in the depth of her hearts, she knew she tricked them all.

On one or two occasions, the Queen approached the king, with hope of telling her fears. Give heed to me she wept, in the secrecy of their room she begged, give me some leverage or to all the world I cry. On one or two occasions, some shots were fired on air, on one or two occasions, her perceived opponents she cleared.

Once a warlord himself, he smiled and said to her 'look at a pot calling kettle black'. I have also heard of your exploits, how you received kickbacks and jailed one of your guards, just for tasting of his soiled fingers while carrying your pot of soup. How dare you? Balógun threatened, do you know how many are out there, who would kill to take your place. How dare you fight my nephews who fought my unseen battles? With much powered batteries, autocratic tendencies increased, a path forbidden and dreaded, became the new Polar Express.

When pressure from the inhabitants, of the smallest city was unbearable, his workers at his behest danced the way pythons dance. He keyed into the battle frame, the Cold War his ancestors initiated. To fight till his last breath.

He honored those who brought him upstairs and gave them all they wanted. Three titles, one person, jolly good fellows they were, until some made speeches they couldn't swallow. I will ascend to the hills of my lord, I will pride myself of his throne they said, sweet things went sour and some were relegated.

As his days drew near, He prepared his successor Enúdùnjuyò, a man who was accused to have fleeced, his village of their wealth and coffers. A man whose District Officer (D.O.) deposed. As though enemies they were, while in essence it was to fulfill their sinister plan. A plan to make him available, to take the King's stool without breaking the traditions, used to shield him from the wrath of previous king, Enipèlé.

How long will this last? The citizens, mostly hunters took their Dane guns and axes, and belts of charms and pouches. They said to their wives and children, this is a new hunting season, we shall crouch as the Leopard, and like King Leopold, shall we hunt our enemies down.

The land broke into chaos. Tohu and bohu fireballs, blood and water mixed with sands, the aliens fell everywhere. The king's plans boomeranged, could this have been averted, now the land can't recover, while the king is yet alive. Rolling on his bed, he heard the cry of small children, I can't breathe, I can't breathe.... They shouted.

THE END IS NEAR.
Politics / Re: Fasoranti, Clarke, Nwodo, 13 Others Sue Buhari Over Lopsided Appointments by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 9:29pm On Jun 22, 2020
How could you have left out The Federal Character Commission out of the suit?
Politics / Re: Magu Ordered Arrest Of Complainant To Protect Auwal Umar Caught For Extortion by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 12:50pm On Jun 22, 2020
Magu is not clean but Magu is not there by accident. He is also a victim, a victim being blackmailed and armtwisted. Magu is where he is because the powers that be have something on him. They hold the strings that control him and as a puppet, he has to dance to whichever tune they play for him per time. If not, why is his agency's activities for the past donkey years characterized by witch-hunt. From Judges to political enemies and journalists who won't play game. In cahoots with other blood-brother agencies.
Celebrities / Re: Rape: IG Orders Probe Of D’banj by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 10:44am On Jun 19, 2020
Anyone wey try to pull down D'Banj shall fall for his sake. Amen

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Politics / Re: APC In Disarray As 3 Acting Chairmen Emerge In 3 Hrs by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 1:28pm On Jun 18, 2020
Why all this Kasala na? These people no go allow APC enjoy their loot in peace, before next administration start to dey wire dem?
Politics / Re: African Union Disqualifies Okonjo-iweala From Vying For WTO Director by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 1:17pm On Jun 18, 2020
Maxymilliano:


I am shocked !


Brouhaha is shocked!
Crime / Re: U.S Treasury Sanctions 6 Nigerian Cyber Actors For Targeting U.S Businesses by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 6:52am On Jun 17, 2020
Wow, Brouhaha is shocked that his citizens were sanctioned. Plans are on the way to request for a 30 billion dollars Loan in order to fight corruption, equip EFCeeCee and successfully prosecute internet fraudsters.

Brouhaha have directed the Senate president and Speaker of the House of Reps to stamp the proposed loan with Rubber.
Politics / Re: Victor Giadom Faults Ajimobi’s Appointment As APC Acting National Chairman by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 6:36am On Jun 17, 2020
Did Oshiomole expect to lead Armoured Personel Cars (APC) during 2023 elections?

You don't understand cabalistic strategies, the way they betrayed Oyegun, they will betray Oshiomole. I said this few years ago. It's a way of strategically clipping his wings.

Anyways, as usual, Brouhaha is shocked...
Sports / Re: Chelsea Preparing To Offer Juventus €120m For Ronaldo This Summer by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 9:12pm On Jun 16, 2020
So Lampard wants to coach CR7, Brouhaha is shocked.

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Politics / Re: PDP Lists Tough Conditions For Obaseki by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 6:33pm On Jun 14, 2020
Obaseki will win the forthcoming Edo elections.
Politics / Re: Full Speech Of President Buhari On June 12, 2020 by AdeolaOmoOba(m): 8:59pm On Jun 12, 2020
To me, this sounds like a Campaign Speech.

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