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Prosecutors release video of the moment an
armed robber is tackled to the ground by
passengers on a Seattle city bus
Newly released CCTV video shows the moment
an armed robber was ambushed by fellow
passengers on a bus in Seattle, US on
November 25.
The footage shows a man wearing a stocking
mask, identified by police as 19-year-old
Trevonnte Brown, pulling a handgun on
passengers and taking their mobile phones. He
then approaches a seated passenger towards the
front of the bus who lunges at the robber and
tackles him to the floor while other passengers
hurry to pin him down, at one point using what
appears to be an earphone cable to restrain the
perpetrator until police arrived.
Some passengers alighted from the Rapid Ride
bus in tears and shock, but nobody was hurt.
Brown, a recent graduate of Franklin High School
with no criminal history, was arrested and is
being held on $350,000 (£214,000) bail. He has
been charged with three counts of robbery and
one count of attempted robbery.
He has pleaded not guilty to all counts. A hearing
is scheduled for December 30.

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gratieao: You may turn out to be the bigger fool on this thread.

It seems you're the only fool here...

[quote author=Wily,Wily]Don't make yourself a Fool[/quote]explain...

The south south must not be linked with The ibos.. We Are fundamentally different in our customs and ideals.. We would allow them unrestricted entry into our territory and It stops there. I thought The igbos were jews...

Who the fvck is okonjo iweala?

Nigerian politics doesn't have political parties, we just have north, west and south. What we can see is what I call ethnic sorting... Politicians are realising the fact that they are misplaced when they ally with other groups. This is Why the two members of the g7 opted to stay back with pdp, and This is Why political parties readily accept decampees, because they have no ideals.. I forsee a re-emergence of cpc or transformation of pdp to a core northern party, the battle will be north vs south

No need to fire any shots, why dont we all go our seperate ways so we can rule ourselves? I dont support jonathan's third term bid, It is not because of his ethnic group but underperformance.. Mr. Op tread softly, deep swamps are often covered with lush vegetation

Anini’s gory saga was full of exploits, many of
which were directed against the police. On
Monday, 11 August 1986, at 3.3Opm, in what
appeared to be one of his few operations outside
Benin, he raided First Bank in Sabongida Ora,
more than 100 kilometers north-east of Benin.
Though he and his gang succeeded in stealing
only N2, 000, they slaughtered three persons on
the spot, including a policeman. Two children
locked up in a house near the bank, were to die
day later from the gang’ stray bullets. The house
became a war zone when a policeman, terrorized
by the gang’s presence, had run there for refuge.
Anini and his men shot indiscriminately at the
house.
On 14 August, 1986, two policemen were shot
dead and two others seriously injured in Benin by
the gang. It was at the check-point at Jeromi-
Edebiri road junction, the police were there and,
Anini was driving by in a stolen 505 Peugeot car.
The police ordered them to come off the vehicle
for a routine check, but Anini replied the request
with a hail of bullets. The policemen were taken to
Central Hospital where two of them were satisfied
dead. On September 9, Anini struck again outside
Benin City. At the Abudu Police Station, in
Orhionmwon local Government area, he gunned
down – Daniel Omedew, a sergeant and father of
seven. He seized the pistol of the slain sergeant
and carted away other weapons kept in the
station.
The blitzkrieg of the robber baron took him to
another Orhionmwon town, Ugo on the same
day. At the town’s police station, Lucky Ogieva, a
corporal, was just another pack of mince-meat
for Anini’s guns. By now, Anini seemed to have
perfected into an art his now notorious ‘cluster
attack” or multiple strikes in a general area on the
same day. For instance, on the same day he
raided Abudu and Ugo, he also gave Benin City
the same a dose of his terror. He snatched a
Peugeot 504 from the driver of Christopher
Omeben, an assistant Inspector General’s (AIG)of
Police, (who was in the city for an official
assignment that was ironically connected with the
tactics and strategies of containing armed
robber’s menace in the state. Albert Otoe, the
Assistant Inspector General’s driver, was
abducted and it was not until 13 September 1986
before the man’s headless body was discovered
in the Umelu area of the city.
The showdown outside Benin in Sabongida Ora,
Abudu and Ugo were exception to Anini general
pattern of operations. Except for the slaughter of
policemen, his operational zones was Benin City
and his style, a combination of cluster attacks and
a touch of terrorism, was as religiously observed
as the maniacal fury that characterized all his
attacks.
Friday a day before his busy schedule in Abudu
Ugo and Benin City, a three-man gang of Anini
led the attack on the Sobanjos. At exactly 7.40
pm, the gang struck at the Adesogbe Street
(former Plymouth Road) office of Mrs. Remi
Sobanjo, a chartered accountant and president of
Ugbowo Lioness Club, Benin City. The gang
banged thunderously on the door of Sobanjo’s
locked office, asking the occupant to open it
immediately or face the alternative of being shot.
Husband and wife agonized over their dilemma
and decided to stay mute, not obeying, not
moving. Then powerful shots, forcefully tearing
holes through the door, landed in the room.
Remi, who ran the little firm of accountants with
her husband, was pierced near the heart by one
of the flying bullets. She couldn’t make out what
hit her. She died instantly.
The gang, who eventually entered the office, took
some N200 and drove off in a Peugeot 504 car
with an Anambra state plate number in front and
an Imo state’s behind. The gang had robbed the
couple of their Peugeot 505 car, cash, cheques
and important documents two weeks earlier. The
car was recovered later in Aghalokpe in the Delta
area of the state.
Yet on the same day, Anini’s ubiquitous long
hand was to be seen in the city. His victim this
time was Frank Unoarumi, a one time staff writer
with the Nigerian Observer and who, until his
fateful encounter with Anini’s gang, was a
personnel manager with Bendel Pharmaceutical
Company in Benin City. Unoarumi was shot dead
at Ogiso Street, off Murtala Mohammed Way, and
his Peugeot 505 car driven away by the robbers.
Anini crowned his three-day offensive on
September 7 with two more strikes.
Operating in a Passat TS car, certainly stolen, he
swooped on Ipoba Slope, near the former
FEDECO office. He robbed the occupants of a
Peugeot 505 car of their belongings in a five-
minute blitz.
Traffic wardens, scared by the daylight terror,
took to their heels amidst the loud celebratory
boast from Anini who was heard to have said:
“Tell them that I am around.”

Over here in ovwian, delta state.. Initially we didn't have harmattan because two witches swallowed it. This may sound absurd but it is 1OO% true, they could no longer hold it, So they confessed and died. We now have our harmattan back. Doubting thomases should plz verify

Akagbosu dropped his informant at home and
with the other policemen in his entourage, set for
visit to a Reverend Father friend of his, Monsignor
Joseph Omesa of Holy Cross Catholic Church,
Mission Road, Benin. The visit was a brief one,
but on his way home, the police chief wanted to
take one more look at Anini’s hideout. His
inquisitiveness came to an abrupt end with the
first report of shots. A bitter irony- Akagbosu, the
hunter, became the hunted.
The police could not hide; they had to report that
armed robbers nearly killed their Commissioner,
but succeeded in killing his boys, and sending
him to the hospital. It seemed unbelievable, and
the news spread all over Nigeria, that there was a
man named Anini, and that the fear of him was
the beginning of wisdom for any policeman. For
before then, this bloody game had claimed, at
least, the lives of six policemen and a number of
civilians, thrown Benin City into a state of siege
and earned for Anini nation-wide notoriety, fear
and condemnation.
At about 10am on the day Akagbosu was shot,
Anini stamped more fear on a city that was, for a
brief moment, trying to pry itself loose from the
siege of armed robbers with the 26th
independence celebration. Apparently avoiding a
police check-point at the Wire Road lwehen street
junction, Anini driving blue Santana Car he had
stolen a day before from an east-bound motorist,
made a detour through Second Evbiemwen
street, not too far from the Wire Road petrol
station where, three weeks before, he had struck.
Here, Anini ran into a single police constable, who
walked the desolate street. The gangster got
down from his car and, in a show of maniacal
fury, pumped bullets from his submachine gun
into the constable. Anini had earlier taken the
same car to a car wash centre along new Lagos
Road a day earlier, where he had sat down for
about an hour for the car to be washed. This he
did to taunt the police!

Akagbosu’s second luck came in another stroke
of circumstance. Seated in the middle
compartment of the station wagon, he was
sandwiched between two of his aides, one
Sergeant Ojo and Corporal Ogbe Zecharaiah. All
other shots which zipped in Akagbosu direction
were received in the limbs and hips by Ojo and
Zecharaiah who involuntarily acted as their boss
shock absorbers.
For Constable Paulinius Oweh, who was behind
the wheel there was no shield against the salvo of
shots. Hit in the head, he slumped in his driver’s
seat, staining it crimson as blood gushed out of
him. An unidentified mobile policeman, who
shared the front seat with Oweh, was
miraculously untouched.
The Police Commissioner’s entourage, though
armed, simply had no chance against their hard-
hitting assailants. Caught completely unawares,
they were mere sitting ducks for Anini and his
boys.
Earlier in the day, the Police Chief had received an
informant in his office who claimed to have a clue
to how Lawrence Anini, Benin City’s terrorist –
lord of the underworld could be found. Akagbosu
was immediately interested. Together with four
of his trusted aides, he went to town late in the
evening, accompanied by the informant who
was said to have showed him Anini’s den.

Just like a textbook replay of any of the deadly
efficient attacks of Italy Red Brigade, the notorious
terrorist guerrilla group of the late 70s and like the
Red Brigade’s victims, who were invariably the
cream of the Italian society, the victims of the
Benin shoot-out included Commissioner of Police.
Yes, the Police Chief was shot!
He paid dearly for the attack as his bullet- ridden
private car, a new Peugeot 504 station wagon,
wobbled to a halt, a bullet tore though the ridge
of his nose. Even so, Akagbosu was two times
lucky. Police sources said that the first volley of
shot jolted him into a reflex action; he jerked his
face sideways from its previous straight forward
position to ascertain the direction of the attack.
This unconscious act was all the insurance he
needed against a fatal tragedy because his head,
then turned at a sharp angle, was inches off the
course of the bullet aimed at it.

Just like a textbook replay of any of the deadly
efficient attacks of Italy Red Brigade, the notorious
terrorist guerrilla group of the late 70s and like the
Red Brigade’s victims, who were invariably the
cream of the Italian society, the victims of the
Benin shoot-out included Commissioner of Police.
Yes, the Police Chief was shot!
He paid dearly for the attack as his bullet- ridden
private car, a new Peugeot 504 station wagon,
wobbled to a halt, a bullet tore though the ridge
of his nose. Even so, Akagbosu was two times
lucky. Police sources said that the first volley of
shot jolted him into a reflex action; he jerked his
face sideways from its previous straight forward
position to ascertain the direction of the attack.
This unconscious act was all the insurance he
needed against a fatal tragedy because his head,
then turned at a sharp angle, was inches off the
course of the bullet aimed at it.
Akagbosu’s second luck came in another stroke
of circumstance. Seated in the middle
compartment of the station wagon, he was
sandwiched between two of his aides, one
Sergeant Ojo and Corporal Ogbe Zecharaiah. All
other shots which zipped in Akagbosu direction
were received in the limbs and hips by Ojo and
Zecharaiah who involuntarily acted as their boss
shock absorbers.
For Constable Paulinius Oweh, who was behind
the wheel there was no shield against the salvo of
shots. Hit in the head, he slumped in his driver’s
seat, staining it crimson as blood gushed out of
him. An unidentified mobile policeman, who
shared the front seat with Oweh, was
miraculously untouched.

When he would be seen later, he had become a
lorry driver, even when he was not 18 years old,
but very popular, though, because of his
expertise on the steering. He was doing this until
politics started in 1979 and he became a full-time
party thug, reaping bountifully from hooliganism.
It was while in this new profession he learnt the
use of firearms and quickly became the leader of
many of the boys. They gave him another name
“Ovbigbo the law”.
So it became easy to switch to armed robbery
when politics was banned in early n1984.
Business was booming, and he was notorious
for reckless spending. Here he met Kingsley, and
they became partner in crime. They were both
friendly with the police too, and that was why he
could not allow his friend to die in vain.
Sometime in July 1986, he started the war with
the Police, and by August, the Police too began a
counter attack.
Two months later, the Police offensive in Benin
City against the prevailing mafia –style armed
robbery ran, on the night of October 1 to a
sudden, explosive climax of gun fire and blood.
At about 9pm and about a hundred meters away
from a police road block along Ring Road in the
heart of the ancient city, rapid gun shots
obviously from superior weaponry, broke the
eerie calmness of the night.

S
MALL things matter, but little attention is always
paid to small matter. When Kingsley Eweka, a
prince of Benin was about to be shot for armed
robbery in mid 1986, he craned his neck on the
stake to tell those asking If he had anything to
say: “My friend and his boys will avenge my
death!” A smile slipped out the cheeks of the
questioners: no one knew his friend, and no one
wanted to know. It was a matter for laughter,
and since they could not laugh, they sneered. But
soon, everyone knew Kingsley’s friend in Bendel
State of Nigeria.
Yes, Bendel State. There was once a state in
Nigeria called Bendel. It was the old Benin and
Delta provinces of Western region that was
merged on 8 August, 1963 to become
Midwestern State, and was changed to Bendel
State on 17 March, 1976, That was its name until
27 August, 1991 when it was divided into two:
one part named Edo, and the other now called
Delta. But in 1986,, it was Bendel, and this was
where Kingsley’s friend took his revenge.
The friend was a young man called Lawerence
Anini. He was born in 1960 to the family of Owuo
quarters in Orogbo village, Orhionmwon area of
the state. He was brought to Benin as a toddler
where he attended Oza Primary School, and was
a known truant while in the School. All the same,
he completed the school and got admission to
Igiedumu Secondary School. He was there for
three years before he abandoned it in about 1976
and started learning how to repair motor
vehicles. But he spent only three months in the
mechanic workshop.
What happened was that one day, he was caught
in the act when he stole N7 belonging to one of
his mates in the garage. When he was seen with
the money, he said the money was given to him
by his mother to buy drugs for her, but when
David Isiokherhe, the master of the shop,
threatened that “Juju” would be brought to get
the money, he confessed that he indeed stole the
money. Immediate search revealed that he had
spent N2 out of the money, in less than an hour.
He was summarily dismissed.

Guilty of none

What's the criteria for making front page this christmas??

Take heart! Allah has not permitted it

Your write up is too scanty, I cant see any hidden truth here. Or are you hiding it from us too? Plz modify

He's just an extra figure. So it wouldn't look like africa was sidelined.. I'd pick yaya toure instead

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The issues raised in her letter are personal and represent the feelings of a disgruntled daughter. They should have been reserved for a private mail instead, or does she not know her father's address? Obj spoke some truth in his, even though this doesn't save his reputation, But at least we almost all agree with his discourse.. Nigeria doesn't need letter writers, we need good leaders. A blind man doesn't need a doctor to tell him that he is blind!

okupe I see you...

S
MALL things matter, but little attention is always paid to small matter. When Kingsley Eweka, a prince of Benin was about to be shot for armed robbery in mid 1986, he craned his neck on the stake to tell those asking If he had anything to say: “My friend and his boys will avenge my death!” A smile slipped out the cheeks of the questioners: no one knew his friend, and no one wanted to know. It was a matter for laughter, and since they could not laugh, they sneered. But soon, everyone knew Kingsley’s friend in Bendel State of Nigeria.

Yes, Bendel State. There was once a state in Nigeria called Bendel. It was the old Benin and Delta provinces of Western region that was merged on 8 August, 1963 to become Midwestern State, and was changed to Bendel State on 17 March, 1976, That was its name until 27 August, 1991 when it was divided into two: one part named Edo, and the other now called Delta. But in 1986,, it was Bendel, and this was where Kingsley’s friend took his revenge.

The friend was a young man called Lawerence Anini. He was born in 1960 to the family of Owuo quarters in Orogbo village, Orhionmwon area of the state. He was brought to Benin as a toddler where he attended Oza Primary School, and was a known truant while in the School. All the same, he completed the school and got admission to Igiedumu Secondary School. He was there for three years before he abandoned it in about 1976 and started learning how to repair motor vehicles. But he spent only three months in the mechanic workshop.

What happened was that one day, he was caught in the act when he stole N7 belonging to one of his mates in the garage. When he was seen with the money, he said the money was given to him by his mother to buy drugs for her, but when David Isiokherhe, the master of the shop, threatened that “Juju” would be brought to get the money, he confessed that he indeed stole the money. Immediate search revealed that he had spent N2 out of the money, in less than an hour. He was summarily dismissed.
When he would be seen later, he had become a lorry driver, even when he was not 18 years old, but very popular, though, because of his expertise on the steering. He was doing this until politics started in 1979 and he became a full-time party thug, reaping bountifully from hooliganism. It was while in this new profession he learnt the use of firearms and quickly became the leader of many of the boys. They gave him another name “Ovbigbo the law”.

So it became easy to switch to armed robbery when politics was banned in early n1984. Business was booming, and he was notorious for reckless spending. Here he met Kingsley, and they became partner in crime. They were both friendly with the police too, and that was why he could not allow his friend to die in vain. Sometime in July 1986, he started the war with the Police, and by August, the Police too began a counter attack.

Two months later, the Police offensive in Benin City against the prevailing mafia –style armed robbery ran, on the night of October 1 to a sudden, explosive climax of gun fire and blood. At about 9pm and about a hundred meters away from a police road block along Ring Road in the heart of the ancient city, rapid gun shots obviously from superior weaponry, broke the eerie calmness of the night.

Just like a textbook replay of any of the deadly efficient attacks of Italy Red Brigade, the notorious terrorist guerrilla group of the late 70s and like the Red Brigade’s victims, who were invariably the cream of the Italian society, the victims of the Benin shoot-out included Commissioner of Police. Yes, the Police Chief was shot!
He paid dearly for the attack as his bullet- ridden private car, a new Peugeot 504 station wagon, wobbled to a halt, a bullet tore though the ridge of his nose. Even so, Akagbosu was two times lucky. Police sources said that the first volley of shot jolted him into a reflex action; he jerked his face sideways from its previous straight forward position to ascertain the direction of the attack. This unconscious act was all the insurance he needed against a fatal tragedy because his head, then turned at a sharp angle, was inches off the course of the bullet aimed at it.

Akagbosu’s second luck came in another stroke of circumstance. Seated in the middle compartment of the station wagon, he was sandwiched between two of his aides, one Sergeant Ojo and Corporal Ogbe Zecharaiah. All other shots which zipped in Akagbosu direction were received in the limbs and hips by Ojo and Zecharaiah who involuntarily acted as their boss shock absorbers.
For Constable Paulinius Oweh, who was behind the wheel there was no shield against the salvo of shots. Hit in the head, he slumped in his driver’s seat, staining it crimson as blood gushed out of him. An unidentified mobile policeman, who shared the front seat with Oweh, was miraculously untouched.

The Police Commissioner’s entourage, though armed, simply had no chance against their hard-hitting assailants. Caught completely unawares, they were mere sitting ducks for Anini and his boys.

Earlier in the day, the Police Chief had received an informant in his office who claimed to have a clue to how Lawrence Anini, Benin City’s terrorist – lord of the underworld could be found. Akagbosu was immediately interested. Together with four of his trusted aides, he went to town late in the evening, accompanied by the informant who was said to have showed him Anini’s den.

Akagbosu dropped his informant at home and with the other policemen in his entourage, set for visit to a Reverend Father friend of his, Monsignor Joseph Omesa of Holy Cross Catholic Church, Mission Road, Benin. The visit was a brief one, but on his way home, the police chief wanted to take one more look at Anini’s hideout. His inquisitiveness came to an abrupt end with the first report of shots. A bitter irony- Akagbosu, the hunter, became the hunted.

If I can relate this news to GEJ comments after
Mandela died..."Nigeria polictians love to play
God.." he was defintely referring to OBJ.
GEJ.. the truth is what OBJ said about you is 100%
correct but the problem is that if OBJ should
mirror himself with these revelation, he too is
75-85% guilty especially on regime elongation.
May the almighty God allow the political class and
leaders fight one another to extent of eliminating
each other. Evil men and women.. you will soon
all die tragically.