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We have a president who is controlled by party-politics! see what they have turned jonathan into

@Seun why cant i attach pictures with my comment?!!!!!!

Who cares?

Go to ghanaweb.com and see how those ghana louses are making noise and abusing Nigerians.

Emmyk:
Long story jor, anyone who read tru should summerize,

You are right but i think the Amb.Wigwe decided to tell the whole story at lenght so the world can deduce the truth from the incident.

MeGaStReEt:
I can do it

Well but u will never smell a job in "Microfinance Bank" how much more "World Bank"  

born2fuck:
Who will not do it, it is easier to steal money from Nigeria than the whole world himself,  not to think of world bank, lol,if she has been stealing $1M from world bank monthly before, it will increase  to $5M  in Nigeria monthly, Believe me

Not everybody debases themselves to use their career to steal funds like most political office holders in Nigeria today just as not everyone is ill-minded and r.e.t.a.r.d.e.d to have a s.t.u.p.i.d profile name such as yours in forum sites like Nairaland!

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Background:

I married Tess Iyi Wigwe (nee Oniga) under native law and custom on 9th April, 1978. The girl I married was famous for her temper and fighting ability. With my gentle and unassuming nature, I honestly believed that the sharp contrast in our characters could neutralise and complement each other. It was a grave error of judgment.

I joined the Nigerian Foreign Service in April 1984 after teaching at the University of Jos for some years. My first posting in 1986 was to Tokyo, Japan. I was in charge of Commercial and Trade Matters. One night in July 1988, I took my female colleague from another embassy out for dinner. It was actually the first outing. After dinner, I took her in my car in order to drop her off at a train station. As we drove through town, a car which I quickly recognised as mine (I owned two cars) and being driven by Mrs. Wigwe pulled up beside us at a traffic light. Mrs. Wigwe hurled air freshener bottles and any other objects she could find in the car to hit us. I later came down from the vehicle and explained to her who the lady was.

But she did not believe me and instead chased me through the city, shouting abuses at us and throwing objects at us. When I got to a train station, I opened the door and let the lady out. Mrs. Wigwe abandoned her car in the middle of the road, causing a big jam as she ran after the lady. She caught up with her and after interrogating her, seriously assaulted her, and beat her so mercilessly, using the woman’s umbrella, that the woman passed out. Mrs. Wigwe, fearing that the lady was dead, fled the scene, taking with her the woman’s handbag.

Good Samaritans took the lady to hospital where she spent one month in intensive care. I was made to pay the woman’s hospital bills. The morning after the attack, Mrs. Wigwe traced me to the embassy where I had taken shelter and took a huge stone and smashed the windscreen of the car to pieces. Mrs. Wigwe never admitted to taking the handbag and its contents. However, months later, the wife of a colleague with whom she had left the handbag, confessed. This gross act of violence visited on an innocent woman so angered the Nigerian ambassador and the entire staff that it was decided that Mrs. Wigwe should be punished severely to deter other wives with such inclinations. Accordingly, she was suspended from post for three months and repatriated to Nigeria by the embassy in October 1988. She spent a total of six months at home, coming back only in April 1989 when my posting came to an abrupt end following the decision of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to recall over 150 officers worldwide who had spent 24 months and above at post in the wake of the structural adjustment programme of the government of the day.

That premature recall had a serious psychological impact on my very young family of four and I decided to take a one-year study leave at own expense ostensibly to pursue a post-graduate diploma in journalism in London, but strategically, to insulate our children from the disruptive effects of the unpredictable posting policy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I therefore took my family along with me at great cost. When I left England in February 1992, I left my family behind. In 1993 I was posted to Warsaw, Poland but my family remained in London for the sake of the children and Mrs. Wigwe’s education.

Having learnt a bitter lesson from Tokyo, I unilaterally decided that Mrs. Wigwe must not live with me at post in Warsaw. Instead, I encouraged her quest for higher education since she had only secondary education when I married her. She graduated from Middlesex University in July 1998. I paid her fees through university from 1993 and law school. At the end of my posting in October 1998, I returned to Nigeria. The family, now well established and settled, remained in London. Between 1998 and 1999 I made regular visits to the family. In November 1999, Mrs. Wigwe visited me in Abuja and we travelled to her hometown. We had a very serious misunderstanding. We returned to Abuja and she travelled back to London. When she returned to London after two weeks, she informed me that she no longer wished for me to come to London as previously planned to spend the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. All my efforts to reach her by telephone, fax and mail were unsuccessful. The situation continued until 2002 when on transiting London en route New York for an official assignment in July 2002, I discovered that Mrs. Wigwe had brought her male lover, a Nigerian of Yoruba tribe, to live with her and the children in the family house. The children told me how they had bitterly resented her and her lover. But she ignored the children and co-habited with her boyfriend in the family house for close to a year. To all intents and purposes, we were still husband and wife; we were not even officially separated! It was then I knew the reason why I had been barred from visiting the family since 1999. Consequently, and bruising from the humiliation she had bestowed on me and the children in particular, I hastily remarried in December 2002. I married my colleague in the service whom I had not actually known for more than six months. By mutual consent in December 2006, we decided to separate amicably and to remain friends, which we are to date. As the marriage had no children, it was quite easy for us to part. I remained a bachelor.

Following my nomination as ambassador in September 2007, I called Mrs. Wigwe on phone to offer her an olive branch and to ask her to join me, if she so wished, to associate with my new appointment. It was another grave error of judgment. Although I never intended that we should live together under the same roof again as husband and wife given our antecedents and the coldness of feelings that mutually existed between us after many years of separate lives. I was only prepared for her to have a sense of belonging and attachment to my new status considering also that we have five children together. I thought the honour was due to her. She accepted and travelled to see me in Abuja in April 2008. Our first encounter after many years proved to me, and I guess to her, that we could truly no longer call ourselves husband and wife. Nevertheless and much to my shock and deep apprehension, she decided to take a leave of absence for three years from her employer in London to join me in residence in Nairobi. She insisted that I should take over her monthly expenditure in London, including an ongoing mortgage for the family house I had myself helped her to buy in 2004 after she was on the verge of losing it due to lack of funds to meet her housing loan requirements. I did this in spite of not being married to her. I did it for the sake of the children. I could not contest her decision to come and live with me in Nairobi, thus I let her come. But it was clear as crystal that our differences and her mistrust of me and our mutual dislike for each other’s company were insoluble but above all that our long evaporated love would never come back. Thus, we have been living in separate bedrooms connected by an inner door that is firmly and permanently locked from her side of the border. We decided to live with as minimal contact with each other as we could manage. Because she often refused to open her door, we developed the art of communication by notes pushed under the door. She liked it so much as it often allowed her to state her endless money requests without having to justify them. We hardly engaged in conversations except when she needed money. Our irregular engagements in the act of conversation often ended up in a quarrel. In public we managed to present a united front but those who are close to us knew that we were only putting up appearances. We did fairly well and were just longing for the end of my tenure as ambassador so that we could resume forever our separate lives. That long-hoped-for time is nearly with us and hence the deep anxiety on the part of Mrs. Wigwe who for three years has lived in reasonable comfort and financial security, with a Mercedes Benz car and a driver to complement her status. The end of my tenure would mean a return to financial stress and anxiety for her. Mrs. Wigwe is in a desperate mood.

I am reliably informed that most of the GBP 1,700 mortgage (about $2,800) that I have to cough out every month from my meagre Foreign Service allowance and remit to her account in London through my Barclays account in Nairobi, was allegedly misappropriated by someone she trusted in London and that to date the mortgage in London is in tatters and Mrs. Wigwe has suffered a loss of GBP 10,000. Besides this loss, Mrs. Wigwe claimed that she had lost $6,000 in cash from her bedroom in 2009 and most recently another $3,000. The houseboy then in 2009 was accused of stealing the money from Mrs. Wigwe’s 24-hour locked bedroom. The servant pleaded his innocence and the money was never found and police abandoned the matter and we sacked the servant. The latest theft of $3,000, again, from her heavily locked bedroom sometime this year remains a mystery. She did interrogate the new servant and even followed him to his house to interrogate his wife, but nothing came of it. Mrs. Wigwe is in a desperate state financially. This is the motive for the onslaught against me in a desperate attempt to tarnish my image and reputation and to get monetary compensation that will restore her big loss and sustain her for a long time. That is why she has carefully chosen the words she used in the story that appeared in The Star, where she was talking of spine and paralysis. Mrs. Wigwe is an avid watcher of the television channel Crime Investigation. She hardly watches anything else. She had obviously practised and rehearsed her lines and actions for months in her premeditated assault on me on Wednesday, 11th May, 2011. Concerning her wish for spine injury that would lead to paralysis, I can only pray God to please graciously grant her wish so that she may truly know what it is to have spine injury.

Allegation of Wife Battering:
On Thursday, 26th May, 2011, The Star, a Nairobi-based tabloid, published a story in its front page with photographs showing a badly bruised face of Mrs. Tess Wigwe and an allegation that I, her husband, had inflicted those injuries on her face. It was alleged that I had beaten my wife because she had responded to a “note” from me requesting to be served food. It was alleged that I had so beaten her that she suffered injuries to her spine and she was in danger of being paralysed. Many other allegations dating back to many years then followed in her premeditated attempt to build a solid case against me, including the foolish allegation that I used to bring women to the residence in 2008 and the blatantly false information that she left me in Nigeria in 1999 and went to England to study and live.
Response:

In response to these allegations, I wish to state quite categorically that I did not beat my wife and that I did not ask for food either in writing or verbally. What happened that fateful Wednesday night was shocking to me and clearly fits into a pre-planned mould cast by the avid Crime TV watcher. I had returned home late at night after attending the launch of a new product, Go Places, by Kenya Commercial Bank, which was held at the Hilton Hotel. As is my practice, I went straight to my room and began to take off my jacket. Mrs. Wigwe matched into my room shouting on top of her voice (that is how she speaks to me) that if I knew I would not be eating at home, I should tell her so she does not have to prepare any meals for me. I was stunned, as indeed I had been eating regularly every day when I come home from work. I took it for a joke but I saw she was going on and on and would not let me put in a word. Her loud voice attracted my daughter, Ada who came over to my room. Upon sighting my daughter I told her to please convince her mother that I had been eating food I met in the fridge every day at least for the past two weeks. Mrs. Wigwe was taking none of that and insisted and before I knew it she was abusing me and calling me names. I naturally got angry and told her that if she were indeed taking proper charge of her kitchen then she would have noticed that I do eat what has been prepared for me. She took offence with my comment and became agitated when I asked her when or what had prompted her sudden interest and care for my welfare.

In her characteristic manner, Mrs. Wigwe lunged at me to slap me. I tried defending myself and indeed my daughter came in the way and as we tussled and jostled around the door to her own bedroom where a massive wooden shoe rack was standing, Mrs. Wigwe received a cut. Once she felt blood on her right side of face, Mrs. Wigwe used her right hand to rub the blood and smeared her entire face with it. She ran into her bedroom and produced a camera and in the presence of my daughter and I, Mrs. Wigwe photographed herself, taking two to three shots. She was shouting that she had got me, and that the whole world was going to see her bloodied face; that she was going to send the picture to Abuja. As my daughter and I tried to push her into her room to prevent her from coming to fight me, my daughter’s hand was caught in the bedroom door and she gasped in pain. Mrs. Wigwe also grabbed her phone and called her friend Yvonne to come and take her as she had been injured and bleeding. My son Nelson, who also joined in the effort to restrain Mrs. Wigwe, offered to wipe the blood but Mrs. Wigwe refused. With camera in hand, Mrs. Wigwe ran downstairs and outside the building and for the next one hour was hurling abuses at me and shouting obscenities about me and my family and friends. It took the combined efforts of the security guard, the cook and my son Nelson Ikenna to hold her back and prevent her from re-entering the house which I had now safely locked. In frustration that she could not re-enter the house, Mrs. Wigwe, who claimed in her report to The Star that she had suffered spinal injury, managed to wrestle with three able men and finally broke loose to carry a flowerpot to smash the big glass window of the room we use as gym. She carried the flowerpot and threw it at the glass window, shattering it. Not long after, her friend Yvonne arrived and together with my daughter they drove off. No ambulance was needed to convey Mrs. Wigwe to hospital. Mrs. Wigwe did not first rush to the police to report the incident and show her injuries to the police. Mrs. Wigwe only reported to the police on 27th May! That speaks volumes. She went to the police after people had begun to doubt her story! The first wave of shock when the story first hit the headlines had begun to give way to somber reflection and analysis. As the children and house staff began to contradict her story, she decided it was time to make a statement to the police. She began to focus on her dual citizenship and what the British government might do for her.
Yvonne later sent me a text message saying Mrs. Wigwe and daughter had been admitted at Aga Khan Hospital. I sent Mrs. Wigwe a text in the morning advising her to get much needed rest. I also wanted to go and see her but she bluntly told me to keep off and to await a letter from her lawyer and to watch the news for what was going to happen to me. I had advised her to take the period to rest properly in hospital having noticed that since January she had lacked proper sleep following the devastating news of the alleged misappropriation of GBP 10,000 by her trusted friend and the “theft” of $3,000 in-house. Of course, she was not aware that my son Nelson to whom she had confided about the loss in London had intimated me; I had sworn to secrecy before not to divulge the information. I continue to pretend ignorance of what had been ailing her and almost confining her to her bed for months. In addition, my son had also informed me that while I was away on consultation in Abuja, Mrs. Wigwe had told him that somebody had hinted her that I might have purchased a house in Nairobi. She had said that she was investigating it and if found to be true, would engage the services of a lawyer to ensure that her name was appended to the property. She thus began calling my staff in the embassy but got no positive response. She quizzed Nelson and found out he knew nothing of any such enterprise. She could be scheming to lay her hands on the property if it is indeed true. It is instructive that on the night when her spine was broken and she had severe waist pain, Mrs. Wigwe remembered to mention the house issue among the tirade of words that were flying out of her mouth like a practiced actor.

Her greed would not allow her to note that she alone owns the house in London and in her village which was built entirely with my money while serving in Tokyo. Considering the odds staring her in the face as my tenure in Nairobi draws to a close, Mrs. Wigwe is in dire need of a way out.
My daughter Ada was discharged from hospital after several x-rays revealed no damages to her bruised hand. Mrs. Wigwe remained in hospital until Saturday 14th morning when Yvonne sent me a text to say that she had been discharged and I needed to pay the bills. I was in church when the text came and I went straight to the hospital and paid the bill of ksh (Kenya Shillings) 27,800 (about $330) and even took her x-ray result. She had only taken the pain killer prescribed for her and had not taken the x-ray result.

Her spinal injury was miraculously healed within three days. From hospital she went straight to Yvonne’s home and remained there. I travelled to Abuja on Wednesday 18th and came back on Wednesday 25th. When she heard news of my travel, she returned to the residence as I was to learn later. As I had locked my bedroom from the front door, I was shocked to discover that my drawers had been ransacked and one Rolex watch, one Accurate gold watch and one gold ring with precious stone had been stolen with their cases. Mrs. Wigwe is the only one with a key to the connecting door to my room. She prevented me from keeping a spare. Only she has absolute access to my bedroom and she enters there at will, including when I’m fast asleep. Why did she have to remove those items if not to sell them and make some extra cash from them? Secondly, when I entered the pantry next to my bedroom, I noticed that one trunk box and over 10 empty suitcases belonging to me had disappeared and the room was desolate. The trunk box was full of my stuff but she had recklessly emptied them and forcefully repacked them into the other two boxes. I asked the houseboy who confirmed that Mrs. Wigwe had packed all her personal belongings into the suitcases and locked them in the store downstairs. I went downstairs and noticed that she had removed her pictures from the various room walls. In spite of all this, I found Mrs. Wigwe very much living in the house, locked up as usual in her bedroom!

On the same day that I had returned to Nairobi having flown with the night flight from Lagos, I went to work and a little after 11 a.m. I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was a man from Radio Africa, publishers of The Star. He mumbled something about a letter with very bad photographs of a woman sent in by a woman lawyer in respect to my wife. I was shocked but I told him that I recall that Mrs. Wigwe had sent me a text on 12th May saying that I would soon hear from her lawyer. She had also told me that she was going to send pictures around. I instantly denied inflicting any such injuries as he was describing and requested him to call me back so we could set up a meeting to discuss the letter since I who was supposed to be the accused received no such letter from any lawyer. He hung up. The following day, very early in the morning, I could hear movement from Mrs. Wigwe’s room and I could hear that she had run downstairs and back upstairs. As I went into the bathroom, a friend called me and advised me to check out The Star newspaper. I ran downstairs to pick up the newspapers of the day from the front door only to discover that Mrs. Wigwe had earlier picked them and returned to her room.

When I finally saw a copy of the paper in my office, I was aghast at the strange photos of Mrs. Wigwe and her “battered face” and worse still to read of severe injuries to her “spine”, which according to the report, could leave her paralysed! I was also shocked that the story of how the argument started had been shamelessly and fraudulently altered. I was shocked to read that my two children took her to hospital. I was shocked to hear that I had beaten her up in 2008 because I had brought women to the residence. And many other concoctions of our story over the years completed my day of mystery and entry into the world of absolute scandal and blackmail, with intent to extort money from me.
Conclusion:
I affirm on my honour that I am not a wife beater. I affirm that in the many years that I have known and lived with Mrs. Wigwe, she has always been the aggressor. That Mrs. Wigwe is prone to using her fists first rather than engaging in a debate or an argument to prove her case. If anyone is guilty of violence in my home, it is Mrs. Wigwe. If anyone is a victim of domestic violence, it is me. I have lost many spectacles over the years following Mrs. Wigwe’s direct hit on my face. I sleep every night afraid that she may enter my room and stab or strangle me in my sleep. I am for this reason half awake all night. I do not take phone calls when I enter the residence. Every call I take is suspected to be from a woman who must also be my girlfriend. So even for official calls from colleagues or from my host government or my own government, I have to go downstairs where she cannot hear that I am making a call.

On some occasion when I would have fallen asleep and had forgotten to turn the television set off, she had stormed into my bedroom with lights blazing, to accuse me of making a call. On such occasions, I normally summon all the humility and composure in me to endure the unwarranted interruption of my sleep in order not to provoke an argument. Mrs. Wigwe removes the photographs of people she does not like from the album of official events organised by the embassy. She had also asked that DVDs be edited to remove the people she no longer considered friends or people she said did not greet her in a respectful way or people whose affinity to me could not be sufficiently established. Most recently, she abused officials of the Association of Nigerian Women in Kenya (ANWIK) and prevented me from attending the Nigerian Family Fun Day on Easter Saturday, 23rd April, 2011, organised by the women because she was angry that ANWIK, which is registered with the High Commission, did not consult and get her approval before approaching the embassy. The women had apologised and pleaded and even bribed her with a free special dress, which she had accepted, but in vain they pleaded. On the day of the event we were not there and my colleague from Ghana had to stand in for me!

On the level of public conduct, Mrs. Wigwe has so intimidated and assaulted many people in Nairobi, men and women and staff of the High Commission alike that the High Commission no longer holds dinners, luncheons and other mandatory functions in the residence. If in doubt, please ask around Nairobi. Mrs. Wigwe has assaulted and abused so many people at public gatherings in Nairobi that people fear to greet me when we meet at public functions. Mrs. Wigwe hardly supports me in my work. Although she struggles to have a copy my weekly programme and quarrels when my staff forget to leave a copy for her, she often criticises me for attending too many functions. When people commend me for the work that I do, she feels offended and often complains that I am the reason why people don’t notice her. I have tried in vain to encourage her to do more social work or to consider doing a postgraduate course in any of the universities in Nairobi, as a way of keeping her occupied and fulfilled. But after three years living in Nairobi, she has not added any educational value to her degree.

On relations with staff of the Mission, Mrs. Wigwe is a constant irritant. She considers herself the ambassador and me her weak deputy. She calls staff and directs them on what to do. She intimidates the local staff and threatens to sack them and when I refuse to do so, we quarrel.

Mrs. Wigwe is in dire need of psychiatric examination or what religious persons may call spiritual deliverance, but over the many years and on each occasion when I or those close to us had advised her to do so, she had always ended up insulting us. But this woman needs help. Every woman who shakes hands with Dr. Wigwe is a threat to Mrs. Wigwe. Even my female colleague ambassadors have not been spared. Mrs. Wigwe’s 10 fingernails are painted and coloured differently ranging from blue, red, brown, and gold to yellow. A different colour and pattern for each fingernail. Everybody sees something funny in that, especially for a woman her age and status, but only Mrs. Wigwe sees it as most fashionable and chic.

Mrs. Wigwe is desperate seeing that my posting is fast coming to an end. She badly needs money. She set me up and used me as a pawn by destroying me, knowing that we were never going to be husband and wife again after Nairobi. Our coming together was only for the sake of sharing in the glamour and glory of high office. That was the motivating factor for her uncharacteristic concern for my welfare on that night of the 11th and that was why she refused to believe either her daughter or me and instead proceeded to generate an argument using provocative language. She had obviously concluded that Dr. Wigwe must not be allowed to leave Nairobi with honours on his back. That was the plot and she found a willing accomplice who introduced her to a woman lawyer who is a friend to the editor of the junk newspaper otherwise called The Star. That is how The Star has come to champion this fake and fraudulent story in an attempt to help the friend of a friend in her most difficult time of financial ruin and imminent suicide.

My daughter, Adanne and son Nelson Ikenna had stormed The Star newspaper offices to protest the falsehood the editor so shamelessly carried in her paper. The editor had confessed to my children that she and the lawyer were actually friends. Two quality newspapers in Kenya namely The Nation and The Standard had refused to carry the junk story. Nelson has further made a comprehensive statement to the Diplomatic Police, where he had met the residence security guard (name withheld) who had witnessed the actions of Mrs. Wigwe on the night of the event and had struggled in vain with the cook and my son Nelson to restrain Mrs. Wigwe, with a “seriously damaged back and spine.” Mrs. Wigwe had coached, coaxed and incited him to misinform the police about what happened in order to make her story credible but fortunately for truth and justice and fortunately for the millions of men like me all over the world who are silently suffering and living under the tyranny of a woman, who are living in bondage, who are emotionally and physically abused and assaulted on a daily basis by their wives, who are forbidden to bring their relatives to the house, who are forbidden to bring visitors to the home, who are impoverished by gluttonous and greedy wives, the Christian and God-fearing guard refused to be intimidated. May the truth prevail.

Violence against men is real and must be stopped. The stereotyping of men as being responsible for domestic violence has gone too far and has damaged permanently the reputation of so many good men. Many men have lost their lives or have been forced to commit suicide because of over-domineering and manipulative women. The female predators move on with glee to their next victim. Mrs. Wigwe has proven beyond doubt my long-held beliefs that “truth is a lie repeated three times,” and another, which says that “he lies often who cries often.”

Dr. Chijioke Wilcox Wigwe
Dated this 30th day of May 2011 at Nairobi, Republic of Kenya[/b]

Source: Sun News Papers

pokur:
@OP
How do you want us to comment logically when your excerpt/post is so disjointed and incoherent.
@ekt_bear
No,if there is to be a do-over election in Anambra today,Obi will still win.
An administration's performance is not judged by the incoherent rantings of characters who were shoved out in the scheme of governance,but by the parameters of what it purposed to achieve at inception,the resources available to it,how such resources were applied and what it has a achieved at the end of the day,taking into account the challenges it has to surmount.On that score,Obi has done very well.

Well it's not compulsory to comment on the topic but you went further to shoot yourself on the foot by typing rubbish. Speak for yourself and not others. In what area did Obi do well? I schooled at the Nnamdi Azikiwe University in Awka and was there when Ngige was Governor and when Peter Obi came in.
In the brief period in which Ngige piloted the affairs of the state, there was considerable changes and he took giant strides in providing basic amenities for the people of Anambra. 90percent of the road network in the state was not pliable but all that changed when Ngige became governor. Some of the road projects Ngige was handling which was unfinished due to the crisis that rocked his political career and was completed by Peter Obi which he (Obi) later claimed that he was the one who started.
I think he did some work in the area of infrastructural improvement which is the only point i know you would tackle me with if given the opportunity but he failed woefully in the area of employment. No single civil servant was employed in his four years. Empowerment of the people was zero. He created more poverty than he met. And of course the last two items are the most important dividends of democracy.

warrior01:
As you are a disgrace to your father's house

A Peter Obi Sycophant or APGA stalwart talking.

Ogbonaikenna:
Peter Obi increased the tuition fee of anambra state university from 44000 to 130000. Health workers are on strike, no local government election, he is threatening to sack workers. He is a disgrace to Ndigbo

I tend to agree more with more with you. Peter Obi right from his inception as governor remains a complete failure because he failed to touch the hearts of the average Anambrains. Instead of carrying out projects that will improve the livelihood of the masses like providing good roads, portable drinking water and most importantly, security in Anambra state especially Onitsha, he is delving into irrelevant things.

How does building the Stock Exchange Office in Onitsha and advocation of Central Bank in Awka improve the lives of the people of Anambra State? It is on record that he deliberately refused to renovate the road networks in Nnewi amongst many others which are in a dispeakable condition simply because according to him,"The people of Nnewi gave huge support to Ngige" during the last gubernatorial elections"! This is coming out from the mouth of our "learned" governor!

What about Onitsha? You dare not walk in most parts of Onitsha after 8:00PM without the fear of being robbed, dispossessed or even killed by robbers or ritualists. Recently, about 25 bodies or thereabout including that of a corps member was found decomposing in a big drainage at Upper Iweka. This discovery was made after some unknown persons attempted to r@pe a young lady at the scene whose screams for help attracted a team of Vigilante group newly deployed in the area. The hoodlums escaped.

Don't hold unto the things you read on papers or hear on the radio and see on television. Adverts are sponsored. A visit to Anambra state  will spell out the obvious fact that Governor Obi as far as i am concerned is no better than Mbadinuju.

First of all, i thought it pertinent to state here that i am from Anambra State cos i know some Peter Obi Sycophants will be lurking somewhere to attack me verbally. This piece was not done by me but by Emeka Chiakwelu, a reporter from Sahara Reporters. Please your contributions esp if you are from Anambra or lived/know Anambra State "very well" is needed.

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Contrary to the successful and well oiled propagated image of Governor Obi‘s government on the pages of daily newspapers, all is not well for it may be tilting to a brink of collapse. The most important component in the democratic dispensation - the people have registered their dissatisfaction with their votes they cast in the last election.

The anatomy of the dislocation with the electorates is the floundering on provision of essential social infrastructures and mundane needs of the people. But many of ardent supporters of Governor Obi and his administration have buried their heads in sand and refused to listen to voice of reason that will rejuvenate and stir away the administration from total collapse to a more assertive, meaningful  and productive governance.

No one is saying that the government of Anambra state is not doing anything; alluding to that may not be a fair assessment. Of course it is doing something but comprehensively and in totality Governor Obi‘s administration impact has not make a major difference in the lives of the people of Anambra state.

For a government to be deemed successful it must be effective and functional by attending to the mundane needs of the populace and Obi’s ineffective tactical operation is the stumbling block.

First and foremost, from a strategic outlook, one must be logical and analytical to solving problems. First of all, identify the problems and then prioritize them according to pressing needs. But Obi’s administration appears to be incoherent and illogical. The government does not have to poll the people to ascertain their needs because it is self-evident that they are lacking basic existential necessities.

With all the developments and achievements that are being propagated by the administration, when one drive through cities of Anambra state including Onitsha, Awka and Nnewi  there are no major changes both environmentally and aesthetically to show any significant presence of enduring development and economic growth.

Most of the new paved roads are being sweep away by flood and erosion. The streets are litter with solid waste and debris. While the ditches and gutters were clogged with overflowing refuse and ‘pure water’ sachets. There are no changes on the streets and roads of the townships of Onitsha and Awka to show that something new is happening. Rather the streets look unkempt, dirty and unappealing - there are little or road signs and traffic lights to be found in traffic urban areas.

Anambra state does not have a comprehensive and functional drinking water scheme. The people have resorted to boreholes for water supply and in some cases the government is encouraging the ubiquitous presence of water boreholes by financing them.  Some of the water supply from boreholes are saturated and layered with heavy metals and radioactive elements that have carcinogenetic properties. The business of hawking untreated ‘pure water’ sachets have become the source of drinking water while the empty sachets are littered every where.

Where are the developments?  Probably the buying of vehicles and building government offices are being count as developments, instead of seeing them as necessities. At the dawn of 21st to build office quarters may not be as important as tackling crimes, thereby give the masses a sense of security.

The wealthy sons and daughters of Anambra state who can contribute to developments of the state are not coming back home due to fear of being kidnap.  What is the present government of state doing about it? Giving excuses are not good enough. Blaming and pointing to the federal government is not good enough. After all, the major problem constituting to the crime of kidnapping is due to rampant unemployment among the energetic youths. What is the governor and administration doing to ameliorate joblessness among the youths?

The administration beloved blueprint - Anambra Integrated Development Strategy (ANIDS) may be reclining to a total mishap because it was not well thought of and the mechanism for implementation not sufficiently formulated by the framers.  The rudimentary economics thought us that resources are limited in supply. So with that in mind, the manager of scarce resources must primarily depend on priority, choice and preference to leverage optimum output. Instead of the governor and his advisers scattering limited resources around many projects, with little outcomes they might as well concentrate on few projects that will make major differences in the lives of the poor people of the state.

This is not to say or suggest that other peripheral projects will be neglected but the essence of priority is to ‘attack’ those pressing needs at the expense of less pressing needs. This managerial capability requires a leader who is efficient in application of specialized skills which are found wanting in ANIDS scheme. Moreless, distribution of limited resources on all the intended operations diminishes the presence of requisite projects that will standout as testaments of accomplished works. This is the reason when one steps into the commercial city of Onitsha there is nothing that stand out and to show the presence of ANDIS. The streets look dull, disorganized and ugly without vibrancy when compared to well-organized Chime’s Enugu and Fashola’s Lagos.

Anambra state needs free education at primary and secondary levels to avert the encompassing ignorance stealing away the future of our youths but Governor Obi has no education policy. Taking a page from the new governor of Imo state the pragmatic Rochas Okorocha might do Governor Obi good; for Okorocha cut down his security vote fund from N6.5million to N2.5 million. Then with it he lunched his free education scheme for primary and secondary schools. Why is it that it is not happening in Anambra state?

Governor Obi is busy telling us how Anambra state is without enough funds but he has not given account on how he managed the funds allocated to the local governments. As a transparent and accountability prone governance as he claimed, Anambra state citizens deserved to know how much revenue is generated from the state and how it is being utilized for the various projects.

Governor Peter obi always emphasis on how he balanced his budget and do not have deficits when compared to other states. But the truth is that the management of private enterprise is quite different from public/government business. In private venture the prime mission is to make profit while in government, it is to embark on projects that will contribute to elevation of public good and wellbeing.

Take for instance; the Onitsha-Awka Highway has become a road safety hazard and begs for reconstruction and maintenance due to numerous potholes. Although it is a federal road but Anambra government can repair the road and ask the federal government for reimbursement. This can dramatically cut down on the unnecessary road accidents along the highway.

Therefore instead of Governor Obi to deposit state money in the bank until inflation diminish its value, he might as well utilize the money even borrow more to build and provide social amenities and infrastructure that will enable the people to live a better life and create wealth.
Money in the bank is not wealth. The creation of wealth becomes eminent and possible when investments that enrich community are made in the people including the provision of free education and protection of life and property.  These are the investments that made the environment conducive for the creation of  wealth and these are not accomplish when inflated money is left dormant in the treasury in the name of  balancing the budget.

Let’s be careful here nobody is calling for wasting of resources and not balancing the budget when it becomes necessary and imperative. But when the people lacks the necessary and basic amenities for survival and the governor goes around talking up its skill of not having deficit contradicts the fundamental principle of development in 21st century. Anambra state is crumbling as an entity.

The state is poorly managed; the one time contract awarded to a ‘foreign’ contractor to re-dredge Otumoye/Nwangene Creek has been abandon. Crime and kidnapping are making the state inhabitable while debris, erosion and flooding are claiming a chunk landmass of the state.

There are lots of things needed to be done; instead of the administration devoting quantifiable resources (time and money) on public relation and self adulation it might as well do the job of the people.[/b]

Emeka Chiakwelu is the Principal Policy Strategist at Afripol Organization.

As at the time i posted this, the picture was no longer there but you would still se an inscription "Hacked By XyPhR" on the top left side of the site

An anonymous group of Nigerian hackers earlier today took down the website of the Nigerian Army Education Corps( www.hqnaec.org) according to a twitter announcement sent to SaharaReporters.

NaijaCyberHacktivists posted their signature image on the website as also posted a youtube video about a virus that takes down nuclear reactors in Iran known as Stuxnet.

The Nigerian hackers announced that the latest attack on Nigerian website was in celebration of "Nigerian Army day" a celebration the group said should not have happened.

NaijaCyberHacktivists previously attacked several Nigerian government websites including the Niger Delta Development Commission (NDDC) and the National Poverty Eradication and posted protest letters on their home pages.

Source: http://saharareporters.com/news-page/nigerian-activist-hackers-take-down-nigerian-army-website

Why should this kind of thing happen? the webmaster of this site should be sacked.

We are talking of Nigeria disintegrating as a failed state and you are talking about 4 capitals.

I have told myself and other young men who care to listen: Achieve all you can before you get married o! My parents (esp my mum) are on my neck to pick a wife cos i'm the only son but i have rebuffed the idea. Bought a piece of Land at Tungan-Maji area of Abuja and i must develop it before getting married. Shikenah!

So sad indeed, i remember watching her on television as a child. May her soul rest in peace.

It does not really matter. i was opportuned to meet Desire Oparanozie, one of the super falcon strikers in NS Abuja during one of their outings and we had a chitchat. things seemed to move on well between us until i saw one Amarachi, the most beautiful amongst them. i tried to "divert" and Desire noticed and that was the end of it all. Though we did'nt really go far, i noticed that some of these girls are really nice when u get to know them. I culd marry a female footballer for all i care.

Men cheat because of different reasons. depends on individuals. But to me, i can't be stuck on one pussi for eva. extra punnany feels good

osama boko:
Emofine is a fine babe without pimples.

But with a scar on the forehead

lastpage:
@9jafetish Now, here you are on NL, doing the same thing YOU ACCUSE your FATHER and your BOYFRIENDS of doing!

As they say, Like Father, Like Daughter!
I will like to hear your Mum speak and of what she speaks about!

Seems to RUN IN YOUR FAMILY!!

There is that TV program, SOME FAMILIES DO HAVE THEM or something like that!


BTW: By any coincidence, Will your Father be named FRANK SPENCER?

My own question is this: WHY is it that most (by no means ALL) Nigerian Ladies on NL dont have any worthwhile issue to discuss, than all this infantile and nonsensical gossips questions? Go get a life, y'all

You've said it all @lastpage

RoadStar:
The thruth behind the recent slide in NSE is that u have a CBN governor who has gone rogue.
Read below.
http://www.thisdaylive.com/articles/prices-in-free-fall-as-apathy-hits-bank-shares/93659/

I think u have a point

My Biology master in secondary school. We finally reconciled though when i came to collect my WAEC/NECO cert.

saibuhari:
No shaking.

Your profile name was what the hoodlums that killed those corpers in Bauchi were chanting during their rampage. (no offense)

NO WONDER THE THING JUST DEY DROP! Just imagine what these Boko Haram Idiots have cost me! I have 8,200 units of shares in First bank which was valued at N14/unit as at the beginning of this month and contemplated selling 6000units to use part of the money and pay my house rent and solve some personal problems. I consulted my stock broker and she told me to tender my certificates which i did last two weeks. Suddenly the value started going down from N14 to N13.20 then to N12, i was thinking it was because of the inflation which Sanusi talked about. The value then climbed to 13.forty-somethin as at the beginning of last week and i was gearing myself up to sell only for it to come crashing down to N11 over the weekend till presently. Now if i sell, i would be having a mere N66,000 wey no even reach my rent. GOD PUNISH BOKO HARAM FOR ME!! AMEN!!!

See hour-glass figure abeg!

The other day, i saw a young lady i used to know before she got admission into the university. She used to be petite and not really on the fat side. But after like 5yrs when we walked into each other, she was all bloated and her tummy was huge. I was like, "hey, Adanna, long time. u did'nt invite me for your wedding" cos i thought the tummy meant she was pregnant.The babe spark no be small come tell me say if i wan insult am, make i first give am sign.

My Job on this thread is to find the girls guilty of this crime of "junk food consumption" here based on their comments. So here we go,

Deep Soul:
What is the ratio of big belle men to big belle women??

There's a truck load of shapeless Nigerian men who give zero attention to how they look. They drink beer and eat pounded yam like there's no tomorrow.

It's supposedly perfectly understandable to equate the size of a man's tummy to "how well he's doing". Rubbish.

When you tell them their stomach is big, they tell you it's because their shirt is too small  

Just as women indulge in shawarma, so do men indulge in Star, Guiness, Harp which are well-known belle increasers.

Deep Soul: Guilty!  

At least, the igbo abusive terminology, "rie' nshi" (eat poo) will no longer be a verbal insult.

yemivictor:
Even Daniel Craig should be sacked! He's not a befitting Bond IMO!

Thought i was the only one who noticed.

Strata Ltd:
The C, t still has odour,brazillian hair or not.Why do u think they frequent the toilet in clubs.I really can't get it when a lady in her period
won't sit at home at least until the period is over.The sweat makes you stink.

eeeewww!!! was eating when i read this. I've lost my f.u.c.king appetite!

hoodboy:
@poster Most peeps both m/f go clubbing cos we want to sample sometin different with almost no strings attached. Don't go acting like u've never gotten turned on by one of us dudes your are bashing. And everyday is not christmas so be thankful for the days you were able to get it off, cos am sure that's the reason you keep going back

God bless u @hoodboy. I for once don't take the poster seriously. "FEMINIST"