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Mogidi:
You said a lot of sensible things in your post but as an ardent supporter of GEJ, the urge to play down his govt is overwhelming.
Remember we belong in the opposition now, you should expect us to ridicule most of the things he does or will be doing.
As I said at the beginning of this reply you made a lot of sense in your post.

Azo:
Railways is more important than the airlines because everybody can make use of railways whether rich or poor but airlines are for the rich, so i will give priorityy to railways.. Buhari

I particularly love this statement..

Ymodulus:
I just see people rambling, about Hausa - Fulani/ Islamic Nepotism. This has nothing to do with that.


Abba was promoted to serve a purpose, something he was doing rather well until the last few weeks, when he started to actually do part of his job. Abba Moro was not promoted to please Northern Muslim Hausa-Fulani, he was promoted to do a hatchet job for GEJ and PDP because of his past history as Aide de Camp to Mariam Abacha, something he did rather well until the general elections.

Your way of looking at Nigeria is the reason why all the brigands (hausa, yoruba, Igbo, nupe, igala, efik, muslim, Christian etc.) have been able to plunder Nigeria. The simple truth is that their good and bad people regardless of race, creed and colour.


I believe this is an excellent relative justice that is been observed. Same way Minima was promoted and 35 of his seniors has to go. The problem is that the men in uniform are no longer serving the nation but individuals as such any leader will need who will be loyal to him not to the nation. The involvement of uniform personnel into politics create the problem of their dishonest, distrust and franchise.

However there is hope as the next adminstration will try to appoint officers at and when they are due.

The general will make a difference.

NZEGWUAGU:
Most of you are bastards! How can you say Igbos are haters when it is clear they are the ones suffering the hatred of other Nigeria who are obviously jealous of an extraordinarily blessed tribe. We embrace everyone that's why we move around easily and live everywhere without fear or favour. But because we are made to shine, when we start shining people around us will get envious. Naturally we are a very busy people. How would we have time to hate? It's other retarded, idle ethnic groups that get green with envy when they see our achievements. They are mad because their women are easy preys to the opulence and the strength of character of the igbos, even though igbos do not even consider them worthy and hardly marry such women.

baye2023:
President Jonathan sacks IGP Suleiman Abba, appoints DIG Solomon Arase as Acting IGP with immediate effect, according to a tweet by Dr. Reuben Abati, the spokesperson of the president.

IGP Suleiman Abba, NPM, NPOM, mni was the 17th Indigenous Inspector-General of Police and was appointed by President Goodluck Ebele Jonathan, GCFR. He formally took over on August 1, 2014 formally from former Police boss, IGP MD Abubakar (Rtd) who had successfully piloted the affairs of the Force from 25th January, 2012 when he was appointed to July 31, 2014, having completed 35 years of service.
Abba Suleiman hails from Gwaram Local Government Area of Jigawa State holds degrees in History and Law and has attended several management and security courses within and outside Nigeria. He is an alumnus of the National Institute of Policy and Strategic Studies, Kuru, Jos.
He is known for his vast experience in criminal investigation, intelligence-led policing and crime-fighting operations.

http://www.vanguardngr.com/2015/04/jonathan-sacks-igp-suleiman-abba-appoints-dig-solomon-arase/#sthash.C72VZWP1.dpuf

dre11:
Am sure they will transfer all the cases back to the police if they feel it warrant it and if the person involved wants to press further


That's all I know sha

GenBuhari:
[size=18pt]Now it has become clear that MASSOB is an American created and funded group to aid the the actualisation of America's prediction that Nigeria would disintegrate in 2015.

So we have Boko Haram (American sponsored and controlled) in the North, where America and France have started clearing towns that would broken off from Nigeria.

OPC in the West ( probably another American sponsored group)

MASSOB in the South.

So America is setting Nigeria up to explode at a time of its choosing, which it may be hoping to trigger with the assassination of Buhari or the overthrow of his new government.
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dre11:
Am sure the institution have its own security outfit which will want to investigate first before handling it over to the police force....


That's how most university always do with cases of crime commited within the school premises
So, it won't be out of order if they want to carry out their own internal investigation...

dre11:
Leadership gathered that investigation into the incident, which was reported to the Students’ Senate Disciplinary Committee, had begun and its outcome would be made known to the institution’s authorities this week.

vicadex07:
I will have preferred Fashola as minister of power...we need a workaholic there

omenka:
This strides in agric sector people have been talking about, I just don't understand. It appears I'm the only one who doesn't see it oo.

Frankly, the only gain I can point a finger at is the push back of the terrorists in the last couple of months. Buhari should sustain that. Besides that, I think this admin has been a total disaster.

omenka:
I swear, when I got to the 10th line, one name popped up in my mind; Marylin Ogar!!

On reaching the list, I wasn't disappointed she came first!

Even my friends who work with DSS insist she's brought so much shame to that establishment.

vheMa:
Better,nice move. Call a spade a spade,why deceiving ourselves When we know what exactly d problem is

Some ignorants will still "tag" this move as foolishness whereas its the actual solution

A JOURNEY TO THE PAST

By Reuben Abati
(Published in The Guardian in October 2002)

I decided the other day, to take a ride in the commodious, ubiquitous, mammy-wagon, otherwise generally known as the molue. A trip by public transportation and by this I do not mean chartered taxi, but any form of mass transit in which you are compelled to jostle against large crowds, has the advantage of bringing you closer to reality. I always knew this. I took the ride not as a philosophical exercise. Not out of curiousity. But because for me, it was a form of return to the past, to the roots of my earlier life in the city of Lagos. In the early 90s, I was a molue regular. I lived in Alakuko, one of those border communities between Lagos and Ogun State on the Lagos-Abeokuta Expressway. Alakuko is a boisterous, down-to-earth neighbourhood. It is immediately after Alagbado. A few metres away is Sango-Ota. Life in Alakuko was sobering. Persons knocked on your door to ask you to lend them some salt for the pot of soup their wives were cooking. They had suddenly discovered that they no longer had salt at home. A married couple's relations had just visited but they did not have enough money on them for the weekend, could you bail them out with N200 to enable them prepare a pot of soup? Freely, people offered unsolicited advice about one's personal affairs. They thought it was part of their business to express an opinion about when or how you should get married. Children moved about with or without clothes and shoes. Married women took their bathe in the compound in the early hours of the day, hoping that another woman's husband would not stumble upon them.

Many journalists lived in the Alakuko of my time. We used to play with the idea of forming an Alakuko Journalists Union - for, we had enough team to produce a newspaper. The truth is that housing used to be cheap in Alakuko; and journalists found it convenient to live in that border territory. I was not a tenant, though. I lived in a family compound. Going to and from the office, the easiest means of transportation was the Molue. Coming from Sango, the Molue would stop at Alakuko Bus Stop to pick up passengers. On the other side of the road, passengers from Lagos disembarked from other Molues. This to-ing and fro-ing was a definite aspect of our lives, a ritual of everyday life. I loved the Molue. I had no option. The first thing I had to learn was how to catch a moving Molue. You have just arrived at the bus-stop, the Molue is already on its way, you are pressed for time, you need a special skill to sprint towards the molue and swing yourself onto its tailboard. I also learnt how to disembark from a molue that is still in motion. And how to squat by the tailboard, with other passengers threatening to push you out, and the conductor claiming a right of ownership to that space, with either the wind or the rains beating your back or your face.

The molue driver is especially a most intriguing personality. Perched precariously on a seat in a cage-like contraption, he shouted expletives in all directions, with sweat turning his shirtless body into a glistening sight. Ordinarily, he would have taken a few shots of paraga - marinated herbs soaked in alcohol, sold in every bus stop in Lagos, or marijuana, the source of his blood-shot eyes and brittle countenance. The bus conductor is the same as his master. He could be a graduate without a job, and his driver, a school drop-out or vice-versa. As a rule, the bus conductor has a permanent body odour, a loud voice, and a criminal swagger. Frequently, he is engaged in a brawl either with passengers, or the conductors of other vehicles. He can be seen moving from one passenger to another rubbing his body off other people's bodies, either deliberately or accidentally touching female passengers in private places, quickly explaining that those who do not want body contact with other persons should not enter the molue. Inside the molue, body smells clash with other smells to produce a peculiar fragrance. It is an entire world unto itself, the world of ordinary people.

I did not just travel inside the molue, I was fascinated by the nature of its world. I eventually found myself writing many newspaper columns, on Fridays, about the molue. In the mornings, the commuters were especially quiet and meditative but on the return journey in the evenings, with everyone tired, impatient and looking forward to the night, molue commuters exchanged banters, or anger, or ideas. In many articles, I reported their views. The classes of opinion were diverse and critical, usually on the topical issues of the day. The molue is the bus of the poor, the irony is that it is the place to encounter the richest expressions of the Nigerian mind, without the pretensions that we all live with. With the day's newspapers, or other encumbrances clasped to my chest, I entered the molue daily, and soaked in the poetry of the streets. Inside the molue with its slightly elevated height, we looked down on the surroundings from Oshodi to Alakuko. You could stand on the balcony, that is the tailboard; on sit in the room and parlour - the roomier seats which take three passengers, or in the verandah, where you share a seat with another commuter with a good view of the outside world. The inimitable Fela had the molue in mind when he sang about "59 standing, 99 sitting - shuffering and shmiling". Molue commuters rarely think of suffering; they smile in spite of their circumstances. I was part of that world until the inevitable happened. I bought a car.

Car-owners, especially in Lagos, are glad that they do not have to undergo the enormous stress induced by the transportation crisis in the city. But buying a car, was for me, a kind of class suicide. A ride in a car is a solitary exercise; you are cut off from the world of ordinary people. You listen only to voices of your kind. You suddenly belong to a class. The transformation is both social and psychological. But the molue is the parliament of the poor. Ordinary people do not always have a chance to speak to the rich in society. Their voices are rarely heard. When they are allowed to speak, it is only when there has been a disaster (bomb explosion, fire outbreak, vehicle accidents) and the entire community is forced to drop everything else, and show compassion. But after a few politically correct responses from society, the ordinary Nigerian is immediately forgotten. Life moves on.

I had problems getting used to the ownership of a car. For about three months, I could not drive the car. A friend and colleague assisted me to move it around. I felt lonely. I left the car at home on many occasions and took the Molue. Everyone advised that I should start getting used to being a big man. Eventually, I began to drive. And I started enjoying it. My trips in the Molue soon became a thing of the past. Even if I missed the theatre of the Molue world, it did not matter anymore. The car was a Tokunbo. Naturally. I was now pre-occupied with trips to the mechanic, vulcaniser, auto-electrician, and the battery charger and the panel beater. Tokunbo cars always have one aliment or the other. They have helped to create jobs for a large community of artisans: the best in the world in the art of refurbishing and reconstructing what the white man had created, used and discarded as scrap. Ownership of a car brought me face-to-face with the sheer inhumanity of Nigerians, demonstrated on a daily basis, in the crazy mannerisms of Lagos drivers. Then, the police who expect you to pay them on a daily basis. Then, armed robbers, car-jackers and the potholes on the roads. But a car is like light: you soon get used to it. Driving past a Molue, I imagined the excitement therein. But I could not summon the courage to return to the past. The past is the greatest enemy of poor and ordinary people. Some persons are born lucky. Their past is as certain as their future. But for others, the past is a lost country, the present is a ladder to a future of dreams...

The other day, I finally found the courage to embark on an experimental trip in the Molue. First, as I stood at the Ojota bus-stop, I had problems entering the bus. I was struck by its nature: a home-made metal contraption, capable of falling apart in an accident situation. I suddenly remembered that the Lagos State Government had once threatened to ban the Molue if the owners did not restructure it to ensure that the exits are better and the windows wide enough to allow proper ventilation. This was in the event of a Molue going up in flames on the Third Mainland Bridge, and the passengers burnt to death, others jumped into the ocean, because there were no ready routes of escape. There was no ocean between Ojota and Yaba, but still I was uncomfortable. I looked at the faces of the other intending passengers - the same types with whom a decade earlier, I used to chat heartily and exchange views about the Nigerian state and politics - I squirmed. Many of the persons around me looked as if they had just returned from either the prison, or a psychiatric hospital. When they talked, they sounded as if they were shouting. One man beside me belched, even when he had not finished a meal. On the other side was a physically present woman. I heard a loud sound. I could bet that she was the one breaking the air. The sound was followed by a foul smell. All this was while I was waiting, in the midst of the commotion of Ojota under the bridge, trying to make up my mind whether to enter the Molue or hail a cab. I resolved in favour of the Molue.

One Molue after another arrived. I found I could not rush to the tailboard, and get into the bus. There were so many people, rushing, elbowing, scrambling to get on with the day ahead. One pregnant woman elbowed me aside. I didn't know what to do. I felt a set of fingers trying to get into my pockets. I had to step aside. Other molue buses arrived. I simply could not make it. I hated myself. I seemed to have lost my Molue skills. "God, what happened to me?", I asked no one in particular. Soon, the crowd reduced. Another Molue bus arrived. I got onto it. As I tried to find a seat, I was struck by a pungent smell. I looked around. A woman was breast-feeding her baby, exposing her mammary glands to the world. Some of the passengers looked like they had not had breakfast; they looked hungry. The bus had hardly covered a 100 metres, when the conductor began to ask for the fare. At every bus stop, the Molue took on more passengers. In a matter of minutes, the combination of the smell of armpits and cheap clothes was so suffocating, I could no longer breathe. I began to feel dizzy. One ragged looking fellow stood up and asked us to pray. Shortly after the prayer, which ended with a popular chorus which the rest of the bus sang, another fellow stood up to announce that he was a medicine-seller. He had, he said a wonder-drug which is capable of curing everything from herpes to malaria to HIV/AIDS. This was a familiar scene from the past, but I thought Molue commuters would have grown wiser. But as it happened, the man found so many customers. The quack pharmacist who should be talking to Dora Akunyili and the police had hardly taken his seat when another person, an old man stood up. He had a lot of nice things to say. But in the end, he told us that he was selling goodluck charms. He had the biggest sale of the day. On every row, there were requests for his magical powder to be soaked in honey, and licked every morning. Some of the customers included many of the persons who sang a Christian chorus only a few minutes earlier. Even the preacher who asked all of us to embrace Jesus Christ, asked for the magical powder!

By now, I was sweating and panting. The two guys beside me tried to start a conversation. One of them was reading a newspaper, and he had reacted to a political issue that interested him. The other fellow joined him, and started expressing an opinion. In the past, I would have joined the discussion, immediate neighbours would also have made their own contributions. But I was tired. At the next bus-stop, I quickly disembarked. As I stepped down, I felt a rush of fresh air in my face. It was as if I had just escaped from a prison. As the Molue disappeared jauntily into the distance, I felt as if a part of me had died. I thought of the past as an alien land. Instinctively, I raised my hand and waved to the Molue...

Trailblazer1:
Buruji Kashamu responds to AP's report on his alleged indictment in the US

Senator-elect, Prince Buruji Kuruji has responded to Associated Press report on his alleged drug indictment in the US published today titled - Man indicted in US for drug deal elected Senator in Nigeria. The politician and businessman insists he was not the man indicted. His response below..

1.  My attention has been drawn to a syndicated report by Associated Press (AP) entitled “A man indicted in US for drug deal elected senator in Nigeria”. . . .

NigerMan1:
JuanDeDios - typical Yoruba attitude to resort to abuse and insult. And unknown to subsciknciously affirmed some of my points: rude, insults and bashing.

You said I did not "substantiate" my claim. Bro so I need to put proof to this well known Yoruba social attitude again? Trying to Self-Denial is not the way to go or defend your folks.

Texcoco:
[color=#9030BC] Thank God she isn't igbo else the e-lynching woulda been out of this world and a sight to behold....but on a serious note Government especially States must look into citizens welfare to curb this menace,political godfathers like thieffnubu are not helping matters at all[/color]

Elipsis:
If she were Igbo, this thread would have been on its 8th page by now.

m1500:
Let us not resort to tribal wars again; this goes to show that hardened criminals are not limited to any geographical location. This is a fallout of a society in ruins where you've got to be either extremely wealthy as to afford bullet proof cars, specially arranged police/military protection or very poor so much so that everyone sees you as worthless. If you are somewhere in-between the only person that can help you is the Almighty because the state security apparatus for which you're taxed sore isn't for you after all.

fckmn24seg:
igbo people thought them

toprealman:
YORUBA RUN THE PRESS INDUSTRY IN NIG. IF NOT FOR THE NATURE OF THIS CRIME, THEY WOULD HAVE SWEPT IT ASIDE. CHAI BUHARI!

bellychiz:
You are right bro, if it were an igbo family that committed this crime, you will see all those tribalistic bigot spewing rubbish anyhow now it's a yoruba family they haf gone to hide rubbish.

Meanwhile the whole family should be jailed for life. Case closed!

obc:
Bro I am of igbo tribe as you are and will always rebuke evil doing from any quarters be it lgbo, Hausa, Yoruba, Urohbo, Ibibio, Itsekiri etc. Evil is evil. Attributing to a particular tribe to me is very uncalled for.

Please desist from spooling posts that generates hate and melancholy. Yes some uninformed people can say a thing about Igbos but fighting back here puts us all on same cognitive balance.

No offence intended. Lets love another.

God bless Nigeria.

NigerMan1:
You are correct my friend.

But the problem is most Yorubas LACK this virtue. Believe me if this family were Igbos the entire social media will by now AGOG with insults, name callings and generic tribal bashing.

In fact this thread would be reaching PAGE 30 now filled Yoruba bashing.

Also the entire markets, homes, streets and offices in Yorubaland will be busy INSULTING, Deriding Igbos over this incident.

Majority Yorubas are basically brought to HATE Igbo people and to look out for negative things about them.

Now this is a new dimension in kidnapping - a whole family kidnapping kids for ransom!!!

And they are YORUBAS!

RickRichards:
Sounds like a war of the social classes. I smell trouble for Nigeria if GMB doesn't fix the economy soon, cos the general attitudes of the lower classes' suggests that they are starting to see rich Nigerians as foes/targets.

ayokellany:
BENIN—A candidate of Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, for Edo State House of Assembly, who collapsed on hearing of his defeat in last Saturday’s election, is responding to treatment at the University of Benin Teaching Hospital, UBTH.

This came as Edo State Police Command said it arrested 21 persons for alleged ballot box snatching and other electoral offences in the March 28 and April 11 elections.

The hospitalized candidate (names withheld), had contested for Edo South constituency seat. He lost to the candidate of All Progressives Congress, APC.

Vanguard gathered that the PDP candidate was rushed to a private hospital before he was transferred to UBTH.

lionness:
He wasnt that bad. His case is just the epic case of putting a good person in a bad system...he will fail. But he still managed to succeed a bit....that goes for Barth as well.

iduzebaba:
1. That is a wrong depiction of Sango..God of thunder fun ra e. oko Oya ati osun..... normally.. he is depicted in a red and black attire with a thor like thunder weapon and prob with a shuku braid with cowries on in head and breathin fire effect in d pics

2. I neva knew d devil has 6 packs... and that babaluaye is d founder of shoki. lols

3. if I may ask.. why was olorun tattooed.

4. u all can see dat the African goddess for beauty and love is black and beautiful.. tonto dike and family ' take note.

lionness:
Education: Wole Soyinka
Power: Bart Nnaji
Agriculture: Akinwunmi
Finance: Pat Utomi
Works: Fashola
Defence: Fayemi
Petroleum: Pro Tam West
Sports: Kanu
Fct: Compensatory Chris Ngige
Justice: Falana
Information: L. Mohammed
Minister for Niger Delta: Amaechi
CBN Gov: Tunde Lemo
Health:
Minister for Youth: Don Jazzy
National Planning: My humble self, I will deliver 101%
Avaition:
Efcc: Comrade Oshiomole
SGF: Jagaban
Transportation: Yusuf Suleiman hasn't done bad
Scrap sure P
Scrap minister for police affairs: create state police.
Scrap ICPC
Return Ribadu to EFCC

And Most importantly, I recommend, an ANTI-Corruption Ministry to be headed my Colonel Umar or by Buhari himself.

Each minister should be disgraced out of office if they fail to deliver within a year. And there should be an 100 day accountability program by each ministry.
Nigeria should work with these leaders.

HzRF:
.no
Just that he is not fit at all

HzRF:
Solu what??
Buahri should not put tinubu stooges in sensitive position if he start misbehaving( against tinubu)these puppets will just useless his administration

silverdam:
Are you done? Please don't quote me again cos it's not funny anymore. Byeeeeee!

silverdam:
Okay! You deserve a nobel laureate for this. Byeeeeeee

silverdam:
Its been modified before you quote me bros abi sis. Gbagaun detector

silverdam:
It Olabisi Onabanjo University (OOU).... No spoil my school name abeg

oneeast:
Yes my dear, politics can really break one down. I suffered emotional break down too when I was asked to step down for someone else last year. Do you know that the only reason I was given was that the fellow is older and much experienced and also has deep pocket unlike me who is just being sponsored. Well they had to refund me all the money I have spent already, but it took me some time before I could get over it totally. That is politics for you..

fromnigeria:
Pre-marital sex has brought more pain and sadness than fun or Joy.