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It will be impressive if all these paper achievements have really translated to positively impacting on people.


These, so far, are audio achievements.

No to the army taking over.


All the same, government should be sensitive to the people. The hardship in the land is too much.

Yes, anyone can fall sick, but if your health cannot bear the rigors of office, it will be better to resign

All these foreign trips are draining our foreign exchange. Can't we be modest in spending?

Must we attend all external meetings?

What a silly and avoidable death!

Indeed, some people perish for lack of knowledge and understanding.

She went on to tell them I was not interested when she didn’t even discuss the matter with me! She should, at least, tell me about it.

“I’ve been very selfish,” she went on. “I didn’t want you to go. I didn’t want to lose you.”

I was so disappointed I didn’t know what next to say.

“Look, Tayo, you’ve been giving me good luck. I don’t want to lose that.”

I nodded. “So, it’s all about you.”

“Not totally true. It’s about us.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean, us?”

“Oh, come on, Tayo, don’t you understand?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t understand.”

“You’re good for me and I’m good for you. Our aura and spirituality blend and work together.”

I shook my head. “I still don’t understand.”

She sighed. “You will understand. All I can say is I’m sorry I didn’t let you know.”

My mind dwelt on spirituality factor that she mentioned. What did she mean by that?

“Any way,” she said slowly. “I can still call Mrs. Abdulahi that you wanted the job. She was the one that connected to get the job in the first place. If you take that job, your job here will be waiting for you when the Abuja tenure is over.”

“How can you be sure that a job opening that came in June would still be available till now? This is November.”

“Mrs. Abdulahi knows how to press the right button.”

She picked up her phone to call Mrs. Abdulahi.

“Wait. Madam. I didn’t say I want the job. I was only miffed that you didn’t let me know.”

She stared at me. “You don’t want the job?”

“No. I enjoy working for and with you.”

She smiled. “Are you saying you’ve forgiven me?”

I nodded. “Of course. After all, to err is human, to forgive divine.”

“Oh, Tayo.” She stood up to give me a hug. I quickly stood up to oblige.

“You won’t regret this action, Tayo. I can assure you that you won’t regret it.”

That was how the matter was resolved. She told me to wait and eat but I declined politely.

“I had already prepared dinner before coming. The meal is waiting.”

While driving home, I went over what happened again. Was I not crazy by telling her I didn’t want the Abuja job? I shrugged. All would be well.

By the time I got home, I realized I had five unread WhatsApp messages on my phone. It was Madam Becky that sent the messages.

'Hello.'

'How’re you?'

'You look even more handsome than before.
Long time. I’m sorry about the way I treated you years back, forgive me.I still like you.'

'No qualms. I’ve forgiven you,' I replied.

'I’m ready to abide by your principles now,' she wrote.

My heart started beating fast.

In all honesty, each region should seek for self determination.

At least, that will ease the problems confronting us.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know about any offer.”

“Are you serious? Are you saying Ms. Morgan did not pass the message to you? I understand she said she would tell you when you could not be reached and they had to call her.”

I was totally surprised. “I’m not aware.”

For the remaining time that I conversed with Mr. Bello, I was ruffled. Was that true? Was it really true that I was to take up appointment with the Speaker and Ms. Morgan refused to tell me?

If that was true, that would be very bad. I could hardly bottle my displeasure. I picked up my phone and called her. “Good evening, madam. Are you at home?”

“No, not yet. But the driver is driving me home right now. Hope no problem.”

“No, no problem, but I’ve got to see you.”

“Come around. In twenty minutes’ time, I should be at home.”

It was not a matter to discuss on the phone, so I drove to her residence. It was few minutes past nine when I got there and she was in pajamas.

“Good evening, madam.”

“Good evening, Tayo. How’s everything?”

“Fine.” I gave her business reports and she seemed pleased with them.

“Oh, good, Tayo. Well done.”

I nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. But there’s something that baffles me, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’s that?”

I told her about the call I received from Abuja and what the caller said. Madam’s expression immediately became solemn.

“Yes, it’s true that I was contacted to tell you that you could work as media personnel of the new Speaker. That was in June. I told them you would not be interested as you and I were planning some kind of business.”

My jaw dropped in surprise. “So, it was true what Mr. Bello said!”

She nodded, “Yes, Tayo.”

“But you didn’t tell me, madam. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, Tayo.”

I couldn’t believe it. She went on to tell them I was not interested when she didn’t even discuss the matter with me! She should, at least, tell me about it.

What a life.

This is a serious drama of comedy.

This her benevolence was out of place. I decided that the way to repay her would be to continue to be dedicated and faithful to my job.


In November, I was on my routine visit to Ms. Morgan’s store at Agege when I saw a woman that looked like Madam Becky coming out. She immediately stopped and removed her sun glasses. She was the one alright.

“Is this not Tayo I’m seeing?” she said.

“Good afternoon, madam. Yes, it’s me. It’s nice to see you again.”

To my surprise, she rushed at me and gave me a bear hug.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you,” she gushed. “I misplaced my phone and lost all the numbers on my contact. That was after I left the residence at Ogba. I’m really happy to see you again.”

“I’m happy to see you too, madam,” I said, although I doubted if that was really true.

“Oh my God.” She hugged me again. One would have thought she was the chummy aunt I had not seen for a very long time or something. She quickly brought her phone.

“Give me your number, my dear. Give me your number.”

I gave her the number and she flashed my phone. Surprisingly, I still had her number stored on my sim.

“Alright, Tayo,” she went on zealously. “I will be giving you a call. I will definitely do so.”

Phew, what a woman, I said to myself after she had gone. The same woman who said she never wanted to see me about four years ago was the one ostentatiously hugging me.

Later at home, I decided to fry the frozen chicken I had bought in the store. I could cook well and, many times, I cooked my own food at home.

I was still frying the chicken when my phone rang. It was from Mr. Yemi Bello, one of the friends I had made in Abuja. Yemi too worked for Mrs. Abdulahi.

We exchanged normal greetings. “Na wa o, is it that you’re very busy with your new work. Is that why I’ve not seen you, or heard from you?”

I chuckled. “I’m sorry, but you know life in Lagos could be hectic.”

“Lagos? Who’s talking about Lagos?”

‘But, I’m in Lagos. Since June, I’ve relocated to Lagos.”

“Lagos? Are you not working for the Honourable Speaker?”

“You’re mixing it up. I only worked in the office of Mrs. Abdulahi, the former deputy speaker.”

“God! Are you not working as media personnel to the Speaker?”

“No. I’m in Lagos working in the private sector.”

“Gosh! Why didn’t you accept the Speaker’s offer?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know about any offer.”

Sorry, madam.
Such is life.

Forget him, forget the matter and move on with your life.

One hopes this regime's policies will not finish all of us in this country.

It has been from one anti people policy to another.

It's the Nigerian mentality. They don't want to let go of what they should let go.

It's unfortunate.

One hopes the cabinet reshuffle will bring about positive things.

So far, the cabinet has achieved little or nothing.

How sensible is this?

The one that gets pregnant is arrested
But the one that impregnates goes free.

I ask again; how sensible is this?

The woman didn't do well.

If you don't want to marry the man again, then return his money.

With all due respect, you are wrong sir.


Must the office of the First Lady be opened?

If you want to get a coordinator, must it be your daughter?

Why are Nigerians so self-centred like this?

In Donald Trump's voice:

Et tu te Melania!

This must be a joke.

First lady is for the wife of the President or Governor.

There's no way the title is bestowed on a daughter.

Or, is he going to marry his daughter?

Interesting.


I don't even know who is more of a liar between the two of them.

It's like a kettle calling pot black.

How young girls get pregnant on purpose, abort to look sexy

In a disturbing trend that has swept through certain social circles, some women are resorting to a shocking method to achieve the coveted “perfect” body. Pregnancy, once a sacred journey toward motherhood, is being manipulated for vanity—used to gain weight in all the “right” places before being terminated after five months. This exposé by GODFREY GEORGE uncovers the chilling lengths to which some go for the sake of appearance, delving into the pressures of beauty, societal obsession with body image, and the haunting consequences of this dark, open secret

Silence. Longer silence, followed by shock. Dr Sina Ajidahun, a physician, looked utterly thunderstruck.

“You mean young ladies would get pregnant and abort the pregnancy just so they can put on weight? This is madness!” he blurted out in dismay.

Promising our correspondent that he would conduct his own findings, Saturday PUNCH embarked on a deeper investigation to uncover the truth behind this shocking claim.

After hours of scouring microblogging sites, X (formerly Twitter) and TikTok, several leads began to surface.

These led our correspondent to a quiet town in Delta State, Ukwuani, where many respondents confirmed that the trend was indeed rampant.

“This is no news at all. As far back as 2009, when I was in SS2, I heard of this method for gaining weight. We even had a clique in every class set, which would help you with all sorts of tricks on your weight gain journey,” shared a slightly slender woman who gave her name only as Ada.

“Please, don’t capture me in your camera,” she begged, guiding our correspondent, who had traveled down to her hometown on this knowledge-seeking mission. “People know me here. If word gets out, I may be in trouble,” she added, nervously waving at an older woman frying garri nearby.



Banging body madness

There has been a growing craze in recent times for women to sculpt their bodies into a specific ideal, leading many to resort to extreme and often dangerous measures.

From undergoing deadly body reconstruction surgeries, mostly performed by quacks, to consuming dubious ointments and concoctions purported to increase hips, buttocks, and breasts overnight, the lengths some women go to achieve the ‘ideal body’ are staggering.

Yet, perhaps the most bizarre of these methods is the pregnancy-for-weight-gain strategy.


Among the most heartbreaking was the case of a 19-year-old girl from Badagry, who was schooling in Benin Republic and had undergone four abortions just to look plump.

“What she told us when her parents brought her was that she had only had four abortions, but from our assessment, it was likely more. She said it was peer pressure, explaining that everyone was doing it, and her boyfriend forced her into it if she didn’t want the relationship to end,” the physician revealed.

After several attempts to stop the bleeding failed, and with sepsis already setting in, her family rushed her to another private clinic, where she eventually died.

“The tragic part was, yes, her breasts were fuller, but by the time she left this hospital, she had become very thin and ‘unappealing’ to the eyes,” the doctor added with a mix of sadness and frustration.

Another distressing case was that of a single mother who nearly lost her life after undergoing two abortions in five months.

Her elder sister, noticing that something was wrong, brought her to the hospital in time to save her life. When asked why she had done it, the young woman explained that her friends had tried it, and it had worked for them, and they convinced her that the effects would become permanent after the third attempt.


“That’s three abortions in one year! That is absolute insanity!” exclaimed the doctor, her voice thick with anger as she described the dangers of undertaking such a risky and dangerous procedure just to gain weight.


Source: https://punchng.com/how-young-girls-get-pregnant-on-purpose-abort-to-look-sexy/