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Photos of the interiors of one of the homes of Africa’s richest man, Aliko Dangote, has hit the internet. The multi-million dollar Abuja mansion is reportedly worth $30Million (N5b) and of course it reeks of wealth and luxury. According to Africa Cradle, Dangote has called the mansion home for good twelve years, and he just completed a new piece of real estate in the United Kingdom while he spends a few nights in hisHome next to Mike Adenuga's mansion.

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THE ABOKI MAN.

I read a comment in a particular post on my wall, an Igbo man replied someone with this - "Wow, i never knew an aboki could write English like this".... blah blah blah.. this is how i replied him--

Aboki only writes and speak English under duress. because already he has a matured, developed language to speak and to write with!

He has had a civilised administrative system before the whites ever thought of coming.

Aboki wore clothes at a time when the "noisy neighbors" were roaming around naked!

Aboki established the "biggest", most sophisticated empire in west africa as far back as the 18th century.

Aboki, just like the English, French, Chinese, could read and write in his own language as far back as the 14th century.

The architectural masterpiece of the Aboki was there for everyone as far back as 1423.

Aboki was never enslaved, nor sold to slavery or chained like an animal by any European or Caucasian race !

The Aboki people are the largest and most spread people in West Africa !

Aboki language is most widely spoken language in West Africa, third most in Africa !

Aboki language is so important!, that the British, American, German, French, and Chinese broadcasting all have it's service being aired !

The aboki was the richest in the 50's (Alhassan Dantata), richest in the 80's (Maideribe), and richest in the 21st century (Dangote).

And these were what the whites observed before they decided bequeathing "ruling power" to the Aboki when they were leaving.

Aliko Dangote’s $2 Billion Fertilizer Plant Set For February 2021

The Dangote oil refinery and fertilizer plant site is seen under-construction outside of Lagos, Nigeria, on July 5, 2018.


Dangote Group’s fertilizer plant, now under construction in Nigeria’s biggest city of Lagos, will be ready to start production next year, according to Saipem SpA, the builders.


Owned by Aliko Dangote, Africa’s richest man, the facility located in the Lekki district of Nigeria’s commercial hub, has a name-plate capacity of 3 million tons a year of urea and ammonia, making it the world’s biggest. It is in the vicinity of a 650,000 barrels a day Dangote oil refinery also under construction.

Test runs started at the plant in March, though hampered by the disruptions that came with the coronavirus pandemic, said Maurizio Coratella, chief operating officer of Saipem SpA.

“We are picking up now that things are looking more stable and are currently very well advanced,” Coratella said Wednesday in an interview. “We are in the commissioning stage of the first train; for the second, we will have that commissioning in six to seven months time.”

Saipem is making special arrangements, including setting up dedicated flights for vendors and suppliers to enable it meet the completion deadline, he said.

‘Big LNG’

Saipem’s operations in Nigeria, where it’s been in business for more than 50 years, span several industries including oil, gas and power. Among its four major construction contracts currently running in the West African country, it expects a 430-megawatt power plant being built for Eni SpA in the southern delta region to start operating within weeks.

The company is among bidders for Royal Dutch Shell Plc’s Bonga offshore oil-field expansion and is also in the early stages of revamping state-owned refineries in the oil-industry centers of Warri and Port Harcourt, Coratella said. Four refineries with a combined capacity for 445, 000 barrel of crude run by Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation are shut for refurbishment and only due back to production in 2023.

Saipem is among three joint ventures that bid for engineering work for Qatar’s liquefied natural gas expansion project. The firm and its partners who won a $4 billion contract to build Nigerian LNG Ltd.’s train 7 project, is eyeing “big LNG” and petrochemical projects in Southeast Asia, the U.S. and Russia, Coratella said.

“In terms of opportunities, most of them have been delayed to 2021,” he said.

The Former Presidential Advisor to HE. President Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire (now DRC) is now a street beggar along the streets of Kinshasa.

Source: The Voice of Bunyoro

NAF LOSES FLYING OFFICER TOLULOPE AROTILE IN ROAD TRAFFIC ACCIDENT IN KADUNA

It is with great sorrow that the Nigerian Air Force (NAF) regretfully announces the unfortunate demise of Flying Officer Tolulope Arotile, who died today, 14 July 2020, as a result of head injuries sustained from a road traffic accident at NAF Base Kaduna.‬ Until her death, ‪Flying Officer Arotile, who was commissioned into the NAF in September 2017 as a member of Nigerian Defence Academy Regular Course 64, was the first ever female combat helicopter pilot in the Service.‬ During her short but impactful stay in the Service, late Arotile, who hails from Iffe in Ijumu Local Government Area of Kogi State, contributed significantly to the efforts to rid the North Central States of armed bandits and other criminal elements by flying several combat missions under Operation GAMA AIKI in Minna, Niger State.

The Chief of the Air Staff, Air Marshal Sadique Abubakar, on behalf officers, airmen, airwomen and civilian staff of the NAF, commiserates with the family of late ‪Flying Officer Arotile‬ over this irreparable loss. We pray that the Almighty God grants her soul eternal rest.

IBIKUNLE DARAMOLA
Air Commodore
Director of Public Relations and Information
Nigerian Air Force
14 July 2020

Let me check thier names?

Okay they are the ones!
Is Just bizness as usual !

When I was 19 years old & a 1st-year medical student, my mother was in hospital with end-stage heart failure.

I travelled 250 miles from my university to visit my mom. She was really ill. I wasn’t sure whether I should leave her & travel back to medical school, or stay.

My mother said, "You must go back. I want you to be a doctor & help people. I will be ok." Five days later, she died.

Twenty years later today, Farzana Hussain is one of the few doctors who have been declared as heroes in UK for their extraordinary services during the coronavirus pandemic.

Her huge photo is displayed at Piccadilly Lights in London. ❤

Take Lesson , Never give up on your dreams..

See the Snake my sister caught since last year! Is now her pet!

*Lessons* *of* *Life* :

This is *Sen* . *Authur* *Nzeribe* , living like an invalid tissue at his Country home in Orlu, IMO State.

At the height of his life, he lived in Nicon Hilton Hotel Abuja, Presidential Suite for over 20yrs. He rode on Rolls Royce Cars in London and Lagos. Had Mansions in major cities of the World. Had private Jets. He was one time an enfant terrible of Nigeria Politics. He helped led IBB to June 12 inbroglio and Late Abacha’s attempted transmutation to Civilian President in 1998.

In all of these, *he* *never* *thought* *of* *doing* *anything* *good* *for* *his* *people* and today, he's *back* *home* *empty* with *no* *value* attached to his life. Today, he lives a pathetic life at the mercy of aides and Nurses. Life is moving on in Nigeria and the World without him. Money, Cars, Houses, private Jets, and Jet life are all Vanities upon Vanity (Empty).

This is a warning to those who are *living* life only for *themselves* . Everything they have means nothing to God unless *Humanity* is part of our thinking.

As you make profit through impunity today, just remember, there's God and nothing last for ever.

May God bless us all.

Chickens feeds formulation

jamesatoy:
Still available here

1m i can come for inspection this weekend... And make a payment on monday

mosesbola:
More pictures

Can this one fit kill person?

mosesbola:
This cobra was killed at the entrance of my house tonight.It laid on the entrance tiles.Thank God for Jesus that made us notice it and killed it,thou it tried to attack back, but it was finally killed.

In which bush are you living?

teadrake:
This is what you get from a forced marriage.

She said they love each others! Which force marriage again?

iwaeda:
https://punchng.com/buhari-asks-senate-to-confirm-lamido-yuguda-as-sec-dg/

Good one mr president! Is our time to shine

#WorthReading
THE ALMAJIRI.

(A true story)

Life as an almajiri in Kano was very tough. I could still remember how we went about in tens begging for alms and food. It’s really not a life anyone should live. I lived it years ago and could still tell exactly how it hurts; the memory of it and the hellish experiences we had to bear. Almajiri life isn’t a life. It’s like being dead-alive. I lived that life.

I was ten when I decided to remove the cloak of destitution and face life squarely. It still remains the turning point in my life and the wisest decision I’d ever taken.

I could still remember vividly what led me to take such a decision one afternoon.
It was at Sabon Titi Kano. We were nine in number. We had trekked all the way from Bida Road. Ali, my best friend was saying something about how very unfair it was that girls were not allowed to wander about begging as boys did. He said something about girls being lucky and fortunate because they were not subjected to the demeaning life that we lived.

“But you don’t have to think that way,” I said.
“You know that if you lived a good life here on earth, you surely would enjoy in heaven when you die.”

Ali had always thought differently. He was thirteen years old. Several times he would tell me that we should elope.
He said he didn’t like the way the Mallami treated us.
According to him, we were treated as slaves and it was very unfair. Ali was the first ever almajiri I had seen who did not like his being a poor beggar. He always compared himself with the children of the rich.
"Do you think Mallam Ladan will ever allow his own children to move about aimlessly in the streets begging as we do?” he often asked me.
“He will never do a thing like that. His children eat good food and go to the white man’s school but we don’t. And every day, we take money that we make from begging to him. That is not fair.”
No one hated Mallam Ladan as much as Ali did at that time.
Mallam Ladan had always said that Ali was rebellious and that he behaved like an infidel.

One day, and according to him, all infidels would never gain paradise where there were lots of merriments. I remembered one day Ali had asked a question during our usual group recitation of the holy book and Mallam Ladan, red with indignation ordered that Ali should be whipped.

According to him, Ali had asked a blasphemous question. Since then, Ali expressed his displeasure and irritation about the Mallam secretly to me.
So, the day I finally made up my mind to quit almajarinci was at Sabon Titi.

We gathered around a very busy canteen owned by a woman from Lafia whom everybody referred to as Mama Nassarawa. She had a very large open space with huge patronage. Most often when any of her many customers ate to their fill and there was leftover, we would swing into action.

It was usually like warfare. Our survival-of-the-fittest lives were hugely dependent on the miserable remnant from the food Mama Nassarawa’s customers left in their plates.

Keenly, we watched from a close distance as the customers ate. Our eagle eyes moved from customer to customer and hand to hand. Contrary to what people think, the almajiri usually had more than enough to eat but we ate like swine; unhealthy and without control.

There was a very beefy fellow eating a fat meal. He had so many pieces of meat in his soup which attracted some of us; I especially had had the rare opportunity of eating meat and fish many a time. This would happen when some people barely touched their food before passing it to us. I had often wondered then why some people would eat only little food and be satisfied. Ali had also wondered too. He had told me once that he had never had a full stomach.

He would emphasize further that until his hand got tired of conveying the food from the plate to his mouth, he would always continue to eat.

The beefy fellow at Mama Nassarawa made me have a rethink that day. He was eating pounded yam. Ali and I fixed our eyes on him. Suddenly, I noticed something rather strange. This fat customer was drooling like a toddler.

Saliva dropped from his mouth into his soup as if there was a burst tap in his throat. We were supposed to take a dive for the leftover of that food!
Mere looking at him made me sick.

“Ali, can you see what is happening?” I muffled. “Can you see the way that man’s saliva fall freely into his soup?”
Ali smiled. “Abubakar, I am really shocked at what you are saying. Do you mean to tell me that you haven’t seen something like this before?"

I can swear by my life that most of these people there are sick. And because we eat what they leave behind, we are very likely to share in their misfortune since most illnesses are contagious. Abu, we are walking corpses.”

His response gave me goose pimples. That was the day Ali and I made up our minds to go out there and change our stories and destinies.
In life, Allah gives us all equal opportunities.
He gives us same air to breath and same time; twenty four hours daily to live in.

No one has more time than others. What we do with the time and how we choose to breath is dependent on the choices we make. Some make good choices and others don’t.

“Ali,” I muttered coldly, “may Allah forbid that I eat the leftover food from that man.” For the first time since we became friends, Ali hugged me. “Abu, you have said a noble thing. If you mean what you have said then we must elope. We must leave now.
There’s nothing as sweet as freedom.
”We both separated from the other boys that day and threw our beggarly bowls away.
That night, we found a Dangote trailer which was about leaving for Lagos. It had just the driver and his conductors. Ali and I sneaked into it when no one was watching and in no time, our journey out of Kano began.
It was not until we got to Suleja that the driver and his conductor found us in their vehicle. They had stopped along the Abuja-Kaduna Road to refuel and eat. It was past ten. The conductor pointed his torch and saw us sleeping in a corner.
“Subanalahi!” he exclaimed rather surprisingly. “Ahmadu come and see these miserable elements sleeping in our vehicle.”
The driver climbed up and found Ali and me in the truck. I was shocked when he asked if we had eaten.

Ali and I replied in unison that we had not eaten. He ordered us to climb down the truck. We followed them to a food vendor’s place where he bought us good food. It was the very first time that we would be having such good meals without begging for it.

After we had told him our story, he advised that we find a mosque in Suleja to spend the night.
“If you go to Lagos, you will suffer. The people there will not help you. They will tell you to go to your parents.

You are still in the north. People here will understand why you are out of school at this age. This is why you should be here and not in Lagos. I will advise that you get shoe shining kits and begin to render services to people.

Whatever you make could feed you and you will have a little to save for school.
”He gave us two hundred naira each and reiterated that we must use it wisely. The money at that time was big. How Ahmadu understood us and promptly decided to come to our aid still baffles me to this day.
When their vehicle left, we spent the night at Kaduna Road on a plank beside a parked lorry.

At dawn, we went to a nearby stream and bathed. It really felt so good that day because it seemed we were no longer under anyone who would dictate for us. That day, we found some cobblers and they told us how to go about getting all the kits and how to do the job.
In three days, we were already dexterous shoe shiners.
Days later, we were brilliant cobblers. On our twelfth day on the job, an Igbo trader whom we went to his house to polish his shoes, nineteen pieces in all took pity on Ali and me and asked a few questions.

“You people are too young to do this job you are doing,” he said. “Don’t you have plans to go to school?”
Ali and I told him that we had already bought all our note books.
“It’s our uniforms that are left for us to buy,” I told him.

He was leaning on his car and from the way he kept nodding; it was obvious that he was impressed with what we’d told him.
He insisted we show him the books we had bought. Ali quickly ran to the shop where we had already paid for the books but were yet to be supplied to fetch them.

In no time, he was back with them. That day after we had finished polishing his shoes, Mr. Okafor gave us money to buy our uniforms. He said he would have taken us and given us a place to stay but that we were too young and he could be accused of abduction.

“Come here when your uniforms are ready,” he told us.
That was how Allah used Mr. Okafor to change our story in 1992. He took us to a public primary school and registered us.

Some people are angels and when you are lucky to meet them, they don’t care what your tribe or religion is before they choose to help you. Mr. Okafor was such a person. Ali and I began to sleep in one of his warehouses at night with some of his workers, mostly Hausas who help to offload his goods. His wife treated us like her own children. She would give us food and some of her children’s old clothes.
Tragedy struck in the year 2004 when Ali and I were at ABU Zaria.

Mr. Okafor had an accident on his way to his village and died. I thought this would affect us but Obinna, his eldest son took over his fabric business and still carried on as if nothing had happened.

The relationship we had with the family blossomed. When we returned from school, we would work in one of their warehouses until the holiday was over. There was never a time we called Obinna and told him we needed money and he didn’t respond.

After my service in 2010, I joined the Custom Service while Ali through one of his friends whom he met in school became a politician. He is a lawmaker in his State House of Assembly. He is doing great. We are both doing great and still good friends.

And we are still very close to the Okafors. Ours is a relationship that would last until the day Allah calls us. Our story has taught me that the saying ‘man is the architect of his own fortune,’ is very true.

And also, when there’s a will, there surely will be a way. Don’t let anyone deceive you, there is light of every dark tunnel for everyone.
We only remain in the darkness of the tunnel because we are just too scared to approach the light. If we make a move, we surely would be out of the tunnel.
I got married in 2015 and Obinna and his mother attended the wedding. They were also in Ali’s wedding too a year before.

When we fight over tribe or religion, we do so because we are largely ignorant of our existence and how Allah can use us as angels to help one another. Humanity should always count because we are all one and the same.

It is needless for us to keep pointing guns and raising daggers at one another.

Islie:
https://www.independent.ng/woman-murders-husband-over-will-in-delta/

Nothing igbo no go do because of money

Roon9:
Hmm... Complying on any of Bubu's directives is an herculean task as the man is dumb

Dumb just like ur papy

Coronavirus lockdown incentives by some countries in Africa

GUINEA
-No payment of rent by citizens until December 2020
-Government to cover water and electricity bills for the next 3 months
-Free public transport for the next three months
-Free pharmaceutical products and basic necessities.

GHANA
-Government to cover all water bills for 3 months
-Health workers treating COVID-19 patients to receive 50% additional salary plus allowances
-All health workers to be exempted from paying tax for 3 months.

RWANDA*
-Door-to-door distribution of food
-Provision of free water and electricity to its citizens
-Provision of free medical supplies.

BOTSWANA
-A $168 million relief fund to assist businesses to pay workers’ salaries so that none gets laid off.

UGANDA
-No payment of rent till further notice
-Distribution of food to the vulnerable.

NIGERIA
-Free beating by Police.
-Constant Lockdowns & curfew without palliatives to cushion the effect.
-No tangible support to poor Nigerians.
-Most Nigerians losing their jobs.
-Prices of rice & other food commodities rises. -Feeding of unknown school children.
-Creation of mobile courts to help security personnel to collect 'bail money' from Lockdown defaulters. GIANT OF AFRICA

THE IRONY OF LIFE

I drove to Gudu cemetery , to offer a prayer beside his grave Mallam Abba Kyari. One thing that strike my mind was that there was no protocol, no security check, no appointment to see him in his new home.

Few months ago, if you want to see Mallam Abba, Chief of Staff to PMB, the protocol and the security agents will not allow you. They will ask you if you booked an appointment, or if your name’s on the list. But yesterday, none were available . They have gone and left Abba to protect himself.
That’s a big lesson for all of us that one day we will be left alone to defend ourselves. The same people that we are running away from are the one that will have unhindered access to our graves .
If Abba was told that the uneducated grave guards are the one’s to look after his corpse in his permanent home, he would have sent them to Harvard and buy them a beautiful apartment in Maitama.
They are the only friends he has now. All the big men, the politicians, the boot lickers, the sycophants , the praise singers have deserted him.

That's irony of life.

*Brothers and sisters let's be humble*

[quote author=Nairafame1 post=89181178]A 22-year-old man has been allegedly stabbed to death by a private security guard attached to Coca-Cola market, Onitsha, Anambra State.

Igbo kwenu! no any bad bad things wey you no go hear for igboland

Since from the headline i know which tribe is capable of doing this!

Waltonz:
50 Million Estimated To Tune In Today As Nnamdi Kanu Broadcast 7PM Biafra Time

https://www.facebook.com/MaziNnamdiKanuTheLeaderIPOB

lol!! which one is biafra time? is better you pray well, because from all indication you are possess by demon

if to say this thing happened in northern part of nigeria, you will see stupid comments

Blackfire:
You kill someone for insulting Muhammed..

So what do you want the Christians to do when you insult Jesus?

Or the Hindus??


See the kind of animals I share a country with.

You are biggest among the animals!

No any good Muslim will insult Jesus (AS).. You are not muslim if you didn't believe in Jesus!

We believed in Jesus as prophet and messenger of God, we believed in his return back to this world!

Who is imam of peace? if your mama born you well come to kano and speak this nonsense

i don't know when nigerians turned to hypocrites! why too much noise about mubaraks' issue mostly from christians??
three people where arrested today in katsina for insulting President Buhari and Gov. Aminu Bello Masari, but i didn't hear any noise!
Mubarak insulted our Prophet and must be killed! that is the law and even his biological father is supporting a law to take it course on him!
and whoever want stand for him, is free to come kano and meet us! enough for this noises please!!

kestolove95:
How I wish he can see my wish for him now so he knows I care abt him b4 his death, pls someone should get dis to him for me, r.i.p in advance sir

You might died before him

PAGAN9JA ubanka yaci uwatar!
i don't know when nigerians turned to hypocrites! why too much noise about mubaraks' issue mostly from christians??
three people where arrested today in katsina for insulting President Buhari and Gov. Aminu Bello Masari, but i didn't hear any noise!
Mubarak insulted our Prophet and must be killed! that is the law and even his biological father is supporting a law to take it course on him!
and whoever want stand for him, is free to come kano and meet us! enough for this noises please!