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Daily Times, March 12, 1965 "Tears of joy welled up in the eyes of Prince Adeyinka Oyekan last night as he was led out of the Iga Idunganran -- official residence of the Oba of Lagos -- to be capped as the [...] Oba of Lagos. A Tolu Ogunlesi post.
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Nastrademus:Anytime I see the type of quotation like this, I know I have found a deluded, deceived and someone who has swallowed poo released by senior ignoramuses. It takes a spiritual lunatic to submit that Christianity came from Europe to Africa, sincerely!
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In God1000:Misleading reportage. Many of these are of deluded personalities and demonically oppressed and can t live where sane and godly procedures and perspectives to lives are insistent on. Be guided. |
1nigeriamyfoot:There will always be free VAT allocation from Lagos, Oyo and Rivers |
muykem:Not even with the states that you our free money to build mosques, Conduct weddings for their already poor yet married indigenes Sponsor Billions uselessly on hajj while nothing is seen fiscally on tackling terrorism |
abc115:Enugu, the political headquarters and glory of the East is way down in number 33. Enugu Contributed: N1.30bn Received: N6.45bn (494.97%) This far below ravaged areas like nasarawa, Katsina, zamfara Shame! |
Okoyeeboz:Have you guys forgotten they exist just for one thing: to cry! 😢 |
richmond500:The archVirus himself - the Antichrist. The only immunity is the Blood of Jesus! No other escape! |
Noerection:It takes acute luñacy and generational curvse to ascribe four years to someone who hasn't spent three years |
Noerection:It takes acute lunacy and generational curse to ascribe four years to someone who hasn't spent three years |
Funfact# Before University of Ife became O.A.U, University of Ado Ekiti, now Eksu, used to be called Obafemi Awolowo University.
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cyberbro:
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temitope27:No one can stop being a Christian more like someone alive claiming to stop living. It takes a dead body to claim that. |
In Ironfaceman:Seeing you frantically scooping failure from those that have completed their assignments without references to what qualified them points to one thing; you're a SAD-U-SEE (Saducee) and you didn't disappoint! |
eepeepook:Such never excites a dull soul as you. You would wish a throwback of condemned armed robber-quadruplets |
Britishpea:They are manifesting their generational afflictions! |
TheMensch:If you know for how long in decades this letter has been in the public realm, you will never think of AI |
Daguccizgreat:The op and those supporting this headline are missing it. Tinubu is not even THREE YEARS and, in your opprobrium, you're already claiming he has spent 4 years. No be juju be that? |
AWOLOWO’S LETTER TO THE RICHEST IJEBU MAN IN 1943, SEEKING AN EDUCATIONAL LOAN. ...On Ambition, Integrity, and the Audacity to Ask for the Impossible! AWOLOWO SPEAKS: Please read the letter below, written by Chief Obafemi Awolowo to Chief Timothy Adeola Odutola on March 25, 1943 — then the richest Ijebu man — requesting an education loan of £1,400, to be repaid by 1955. It is audacious, meticulous, and deeply revealing of the man who would later shape a nation. --- THE REMARKABLE LETTER. March 25, 1943 Dear Mr. Odutola, I think it will save time, and be more businesslike, if I dispense with pleasantries and go straight to the purpose of this letter: I am writing to ask you to lend me the sum of £1,400 — One thousand and four hundred pounds — free of interest, for twelve years. It is a staggering sum. More staggering still when you realize that I, who ask for this loan, have nothing in all the world to offer as security except my good faith and my brains — which are of value only so long as I continue to breathe the breath of life. Nevertheless, I proceed to state, briefly, why I seek this great loan from you. I ask that you spare some time to read what follows, even if, in the end, you find yourself unable to grant me this grand favour. Since boyhood, one great ambition has possessed me: to be a lawyer, a politician, and a journalist, rolled into one. I cherish politics and journalism as a calling; I desire advocacy as a means of livelihood. For, you will agree, a politician or journalist without the means to support himself and his family comfortably is like a blade with no razor. There was a time I stood on the verge of earning enough to proceed to England to pursue this ambition. But fortune twisted, and I crashed. Since then, I have labored without success to recover lost ground financially. Spiritually and intellectually, however, I have made appreciable advance, despite towering difficulties — all of which have now been surmounted. As you know, I have just passed the Intermediate Bachelor of Commerce Examination. Next year, I shall sit for the final http://B.Com. But a degree is not my goal. I detest the thought of being a government or mercantile employee. Opportunities exist for me to secure a suitable, well-paid post under government or a mercantile house. Yet, once I become such an employee, my career as a politician and journalist ends. I have resolved that, under no circumstances, will I take up such employment. I am now thirty-four. After careful thought, I have concluded that if I could raise a loan, free of interest, sufficient to cover expenses, I should go to England this year. Within three years, I should qualify as a Barrister-at-Law and also obtain, with Honours, the LL.B Degree of the University of London. These degrees, apart from giving me standing as a solicitor and advocate, will fortify me immensely as a politician and journalist. But where on earth could I get the money? Who in Nigeria today could give £1,400 free of interest to help a fellow man? J. Henry Doherty, Esq., of illustrious memory — who did the like for many successful Nigerians — is no more. But after meticulous searching and weighing, I settled upon you. I have no doubt that, out of the bounty with which Providence has blessed your grit and enterprise as a businessman, you can well afford to advance such a sum. Nor do I doubt that, as a young and progressive man, you would be happy to fund a project so aligned with national uplift. But then — could you take this risk? That is the question. As I have said, I have no security for this loan. Moreover, I ask it free of interest. You stand to gain absolutely nothing in the whole transaction, except the satisfaction that by helping me achieve my ambition, you are indirectly — or even directly — helping Nigeria, or Africa itself. The risk grows greater when one considers that I might die during my studies or immediately after. Having no security or surety, you stand to lose not only the money but also the satisfaction of having contributed to Africa’s uplift. It is indeed a great risk — perhaps the greatest any man ever embarks upon. But — and this is a mighty _but_ — if I live, as I have no doubt I shall, you will not only recover your money in full, but you will, to the end of your days, have cause to rejoice that you performed one of the most outstanding and philanthropic acts any human being ever did. Among other things, I shall make excellent use of the money in England by breaking records in my examinations. On my return to Nigeria, I shall strive to be one of the foremost advocates, politicians, and writers in West Africa. And while I do all this, I shall make it a point not only to repay your money in full, but also to repay your kindness and generosity in every way I can. All the same, it is a big risk. So, Sir, I ask you to think seriously about it, and see if you can take it in the interest of a young man who has brain, industry, and determination to back his ambition, but lacks the money. I know we have never been close friends, but I have a shrewd idea that you may take the risk and help me. On this assumption, I proceed to the final stage of this letter. I shall not require the whole £1,400 in a lump sum. To start, you will help me pay £208-13s-3d to the Inner Temple. I have received the application form; the sum covers all costs of training as a barrister, examination fees excluded. When I am ready to sail, you will advance me £100 to cover passage, provision for my family, and incidentals. _Note: If I am torpedoed en route, you would lose this £100, but you will recover the £208-13s-3d._ At the same time, you will remit £491-6s-9d to a London Bank. From this, I shall pay university fees for the LL.B course and special courses in political science and journalism upon landing in England. Thus, the initial advance totals £800. At the end of the first year, provided I make satisfactory progress, you will instruct the bank to honour all my cheques drawn on this account. An agreement to that effect will be signed by me on my return. On my return, I shall require _two years_ to establish a solid practice and build a reputation. After those two years, I shall commence repayment of at least £200 per annum — monthly, quarterly, or annually. In seven years thereafter, I shall repay the full £1,400. That will be _twelve years_ from April 1943. If you help me by April 1943, I shall be due to repay the full sum by April 1955. This, you will see, is the farthest limit within which I can pay. It may be possible to pay within three to five years of my return. Indeed, the sooner I pay, the better. But it is wiser to be safe than sorry. It is no use making promises now that will be hard to keep later. Better to name twelve years and pay in six or eight, than to name five and fail in ten. Personally, I would rather fail to secure the loan under these unattractive but sure conditions, than succeed under attractive but precarious ones. This is all I have to say. My request, and my reasons, lie before you. It is for you to decide whether it is worthwhile to take the risk of helping me as outlined. If you do me this great favour, not only I and all that are mine, but also God and Africa, will be grateful. If you refuse — and you are perfectly entitled to — I shall have no cause to grumble or to blame you. *FOR THE RISK IS GREAT. Since this is a very selfish request, I enclose herewith a self-addressed stamped envelope, to be returned under registered post. Yours faithfully, Obafemi Awolowo. Merciful God!______________________________ EPILOGUE: THE REST IS HISTORY. Chief Odutola declined the loan. Awolowo could not travel that year. He buckled up, and by August 14, 1944 — one year later — he sailed to England. He became a Barrister-at-Law and was called to the Bar in November 1946. Amazingly, by 1954 — one year before his promised repayment date to Chief Odutola — Chief Obafemi Awolowo was already Premier of the Western Region. By then, he was awarding scholarships to over 200 undergraduates — the first scheme of its kind in Africa. He never got the loan. He got something greater: proof that destiny does not depend on one man’s ‘yes’. Napoleon Hill WWE: “Every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” Proverbs 16:9: “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.” Awolowo asked for £1,400. History gave him a Region. --- WHY THIS LETTER STILL MATTERS: A BRIEF MEDITATION 1. The Audacity of Vision: Awolowo did not ask for a job. He asked for capital to become Seneca: “Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” He was prepared. He manufactured his own opportunity. 2. Radical Transparency as Strategy: He named every risk — death, failure, loss. Brené Brown: “Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.” He made Odutola a partner in risk, not a victim of deceit. 3. The Mathematics of Integrity: 12-year repayment plan. £200 per annum. No interest. Luke 16:10: “He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much.” He was already governing his future self. 4. When Men Say No, Destiny Says Go: Odutola’s ‘no’ was not rejection. It was redirection. Robert Frost: “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” 5. The Yoruba Principle of 'Af’owó f’ara': “Use your hand to help yourself.” Awolowo embodied it. Chinua Achebe: “When we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound.” Awolowo stopped waiting for another man’s moon. Final Law: Ecclesiastes 9:11: “The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong… but time and chance happeneth to them all.” Awolowo made his own time. He created his own chance. And that is why, 80 years later, we still read his letter. — Copied, studied, and shared for the next generation of the audacious by: ✍️ Segun Fadipe (SF Cicero) ✡️ #Awolowo #ogun #yoruba https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1APUXDK2Mb/
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HacheNoire:Can you tell us, in all honesty, those who constitute the bulk (if not all) carry out this dastardly act? Religion and ethnicity |
Jilo83:The guy's reasoning is from yansh |
Blankstare:I know you can't come up with something better than this |
mohbadliveson:Whose inordinate ambition? Atiku that builds, galvanises party or Obi that only ports to be made the flag bearer? |
H naptu2:What exactly will this bring to the table of Obi if not loyalty diarrhoea? hen they say Obi only have Obi supporters and obidense, this news confirms it. |
treesun:I think this is coming late. By the time nowhere is safe, government will rise fully to delete these evil creatures |
ppogba:You don't spell a known local language in pidgin. |
A rare photograph from the 1970s captures a young Atiku Abubakar—long before the public offices and political prominence—enjoying a night out in a Lagos nightclub alongside his first wife, Titilayo, and a close family friend, Sola. It is a scene that reflects the vibrant social life of Lagos in that era: smoky dance floors, highlife rhythms, and the unmistakable sound of King Sunny Ade dominating the nightlife. Decades later, during a 2015 interview, Atiku fondly recalled those youthful days: “I remember how we used to dance to King Sunny Ade’s music. You had to know the moves to be cool in Lagos back then.” The memory offers a glimpse into a more personal, carefree chapter of his life—one shaped by music, camaraderie, and the cultural pulse of the city. His wife, Titilayo Abubakar (née Albert), was born into a Christian Yoruba family from Ilesa, Osun State. Raised in Lagos, she began her education at Lafiaji before moving to St. Mary’s in Iwo for her secondary studies, completing them in 1969. Two years later, in 1971, she married Atiku Abubakar, who at the time was a young, ambitious customs officer building his career and future. After their marriage, Titilayo furthered her education at Kaduna Polytechnic, balancing academic aspirations with the responsibilities of a growing family. Together, the photo and the memories behind it offer a captivating snapshot of youthful beginnings—of love, friendship, ambition, and the rhythm of Lagos in the 1970s. https://www.facebook.com/share/p/16XLWwS6Eq/
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ppogba:Fixed I don't have to be yoruba to know that word is yoruba's and it's not spelt that way |
PlasmaTV:Just because your kinsmen are there! |

but see some peoples comments...Someone there was even talking about Tinubu under this post