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Fiscus105:
Because you are citizens, the children of elites must excepted from position authority, tell me just one country practicing such democracy pls.

I guess the children of elites are not citizens as well.

Check again please, I didn't make single reference to the children of the elites

Fiscus105:
What is the percentage of children of all these so-called elites, compared to unknown?

I don't think it's still up to 50 compare to more than 1000 elective position across Nigeria.


Meanwhile, the son of unknown, how many of them do well, while in office? The Okada man that won courtesy of Obidient bandwagon last time, please help me to highlight his achievements after 3 years here.

No difference and there won't be because we (the citizens) are the true reflection of the kind of leaders we have. There won't be change until there is a genuine change of heart.

SmartPolician:
All the children of past leaders are running to the clueless ruling party, meaning that those newbies have zero intention of fixing the shit-hole as one cannot criticise the president as a party faithful. They have come to continue the destruction from where their fathers left off.

God bless Fela family

This is the so called VC/Alfa

Seun please do something, I have doney bit
Get this to front page

A brief account of my awful experience at the hands of wicked people.
One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and had already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The entire conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or piece of information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to seem as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm... it is a long story.
Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.” Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.”
Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.
I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m. and headed to Atan. When I arrived, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another.

However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter through. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.
Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to a hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.
Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa.
I asked, “An Alfa?”
He answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.
At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly.

Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.
That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, whom they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them.
When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.
Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the EndSARS protests but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.
I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.
In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”
That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Jakumo:
Please break up your writing into paragraphs. Most people will skip over a long story with no paragraphs. Do this and see how people take interest in this topic.v

Okay, thanks.

I will do just that

Please move this to the front page, just to save their future victims

A brief documentary of my awful experience in the hand of wicked souls.
One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.
They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.
They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.
The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.
Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.
Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.
The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.” Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.
Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.
I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.
On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.
After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.
Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.
Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.
I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.
At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.
People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.
They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.
That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.
Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.
Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.
Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.
Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.
After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.
I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.
In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”
That was all.
Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Ibas3454:
Peter Obi. Is more marketable in Nigeria than any other candidates.... APC and ADC will say otherwise.. their business

Who stands a chance not marketable

Reverseng:
Forgiveness is not justice.

Look for a way to poss all incriminating evidence you have against these people, either here or an a platform that you're sure to get results or views, so their act isn't carried out on another.
If you don't, you'll be a sympathizer to such kind of people

Learn to battle violence with violence

Yes bro, I spent almost the whole day to get them to the police station but unfortunately nothing comes out of it, that's the country we find ourselves, any helpful contact from your end will be appreciated

Okoroemekah:
you even went too far trying to be a good citizen in a very dangerous place like that.you could have just walked away when you notice foul play

You are right but just taking a risk for our motherland

louqas:
Bro , complete your good citizenship by making this pictures and videos available to the police complaints unit
Or Post it to the PPRO social media pages
Action will be taken , the case is still fresh

Any helpful link will be appreciated

delpee:
Thank God you escaped. Congratulations!
Please report this to the Police Command at a higher level or DSS for discreet investigation and the possible arrest of the criminals. They can get them through other means if you don't want to be involved but your information will be valuable. This is so other innocent lives are not wasted.

Any helpful contact? Please share

Guestmale:
I really thank God for your life and how God delivered you from those evil people. How I wish this got to the IG, this kind of incident shouldn't just go like that without some people call to questioning especially that particular police station and those criminals.

Isn't awful that some communities are harbouring criminals yet we blame government over insecurities.

No, the community people are not aware of their operation

bixton:
Clearly that particular officers are part of the gang of criminals.

Yes, I hope he will meet his waterloo someday

Iykenuwa:
Please share all evidences

Hmm, okay

Iykenuwa:
Please share all evidences

Hmm

dawnomike:
Thank goodness you got out of the ordeal alive and well... My business partner and I nearlt fell for such sometimes last year in the same ogun state when we were handling a SUBEB project in the state.

Thanks bro,

Our security are accomplice

Conversation at police station readily available

Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Who will effect the arrest

Tetrahedron:
a growing economy full of enormous potential for vibrant youth!
Yahoo boys if you know you know!!

Hmmmm, true, true u be prophet

koladata:
You don't even need jamb to enter UK university to study any course bro

It’s not all about the UK or quality; if there’s no need for it, it should be scrapped — simple. We are likely to face the same problem HND and BSc are facing. The policy makes it seem as though the affected courses are less important, or that brilliant students are not needed there. The implications are far wider than you can imagine.
Except the policymakers can find a way to tighten and curb malpractice otherwise WAEC, NECO NAPTEB results are not that reliable

Hmmmm, this is retardation


Not a good development at all

Adesarahshina:
Hello all, please I'd like to be enlightened on the current charges of bricklayers for casting lintel.

The said building is 2 bedroom. I'm trying to have an idea of the current cost to guide me in negotiating with my bricklayer.

Thank you.

Your location?
Location matters

LibertyRep:
Na wah o.

See permutation and combination.

There should be a legislation to bar incumbent Governors from transiting into the Senate immediately after their tenure.

They should at least wait for another cycle.

Who are the people to make the law? That's why personally I can never take a bullet for any politician, they are all the same

2cribz:
They sent him to earn a degree. He forgot himself.gpt carried away. Did not face his studies. Was living g larger than his destiny? Joined cult and started doing yahoo and tipping ppl. In the end he gat shat.
At least with the 5 years I did in uniben.main gate was the most secure place. This eas as far back as 2008 til oshiomole destroyed bdpa and the bridge. The most dangerous place then eas ekosodin uniben bac gate with anatomy gate.maingate was less violent . No tears for the deceased. He lived a fast life forgetting reality awaits u after u graj

Hmmmm
I'm speechless

Caaz:
It was freshly cemented and given the fact that it's a 6 months duration crop.


Thanks for dropping by sir.

What is the thickness of the slab? Plastering of slabs? That's has nothing to do with it's ability to withstand the load (static load)

SmartPolician:
One northerner was wondering why this EFCC hasn't arrested any South Westerner from the previous administration on the basis of corruption. That question really got me thinking

See the video

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1BciB8wj5A/

Former CBN governor

franchasofficia:
This guy may have been richer than Dongote as at the time of his death, who knows?


Silent billionaires just like my mentor Mr Peter Obi

They are all the same, they are the real problem

Wow! Super reporter

Thanks 🙏🙏🙏🙏