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Osagyefo98:Very unreasonable and stupid to bring Igbo into this. He expressed his opinion, he never told you he was speaking for any tribe. Why bring Igbo into the matter? |
QuotaSystem:So you agree the revocation was political nothing more. See a stupid Buffon calling somebody olodo. |
Ategberoson:What stupid game, destroying Imo state with substandard structures and running a fraudulent government, snatching people lands? We rejoice over his downfall cause his government was a disaster. |
QuotaSystem:So why was the idiotic president not forced to resign for making such a hate speech? See una dumb hypocrisy. Yeye! |
Tsav has never made sense. |
drshrewd:Typical dumb and rabid APC supporter. |
drshrewd:Very trashy and senseless post. So Rochas atrocities should be ignored or glossed over? How do you move forward when you have not identified past mistakes and learnt the lessons thereof? Ihedioha is on the right track. If there is justice in the land, Rochas should be in detention now awaiting trial. |
Afonjas, always scared shitless! See how the bloody cowards are abusing the hell out of FFK. Even if he is joking, does it warrant the brutal assault? He only expressed his frustration with the current leadership. |
APC synonymous with corruption and impunity. They may even be worse than PDP. The transport minister hates money so much he would rather stash it away. An independent probe of this hypocritical government will shock Nigerians to the marrow. |
ZUBY77:My friend always speak about things you are sure of. Rochas damaged Imo with very substandard projects. Don't let the ornamental arches he built over pot hole ridden roads deceive you. The man is a master con artist. |
iammo:"your idiotic daughter". Only the child of an irresponsible woman can write this of somebody's mother . Tufiakwa! |
dreamwords:Experts can easily value it. |
Probably psychological issues. Guilt, anxiety etc. |
contigiency:It is not Christian doctrine to keep quiet in the face of tyranny. Read the well articulated write up again. |
Gorillacrew:Don't mind them, as if they are bound to Facebook. I think the excessive freedom in the West messes with their brains sometimes. |
deomelo:You made a post praising your new masters. No problem with that, nobody quarreled with it. Do you really need to mention ipob /Igbo to validate your post? Inferiority complex has finished you,better get some help. |
Babalegba:You see why you are so deluded. Which tribe in Nigeria love the other? If you believe that the Igbos are more hated than the yorubas, then you live in fools paradise. |
Babalegba:Same indeed. You re the one deluded. |
Babalegba:The rate of head hunting and ritual killings in yoruba land makes them the ones that "would do all sort of evils to make money". I wonder anything more beastial than beheading your fellow man for money rituals. |
MrKong:"fat fnck" abi? You think it's by six pack alone. |
Chukwudi4naija:. What if a woman does not know the father of her child. Say she was raped by hoodlums or invading soldiers? Does it mean the child, if she is a girl will have no identity, cannot get married properly? |
AmarachiNnoli:Obviously you don't know the appointees. They are relatively young, Onyeagocha and Maduabuchi I'm sure are young men. |
Chubhie:She is not a ghost. If no dowry was paid for her mom, she effectively belongs to her mother's family and the bride price should have been paid to them. They are only looking for excuses. |
Chubhie:In Igbo tradition, if you didn't pay the bride price for a woman, you have no claim over her children. No excuses. |
Momcherry:Those are not gifts. They are magnaflux products used to perform NDT. Tony is their distributor in Nigeria. He only posted the picture to counter claim that they are coming around Regina only cause she is rich now. |
80% of Imo indigenes are praying that Rochas Okorocha ends his life in prison. Very wicked animal |
RTSC:If you are Igbo, you would know that Tobe is short for Tobechi or Tobechukwu, meaning praise God. |
TheWrita: .Very funny. Keep disliking while she keeps winning. Your problem might just be good old envy. |
KingOfAllIgbos:OP is not the author of this article. If the cloud of senseless ethnicity and bigotry had allowed, you would have seen where it was stated that it was copied from a forum for Nigerian women in diaspora. Continue living in denial. |
Horror in the kidnappers’ den It took me a long time of reflections to put this piece together. First, let me thank my husband for the emotional support, the counselling and for his belief in the creator of heaven and earth which we call God or Allah. The journey began in Auchi. We had travelled to Akure on a Monday, stayed with my husband’s relations in the outskirt of this ancient town. In the evening of Monday, we visited the palace for dinner, my husband being a close friend to son of the King. On Tuesday, we left for Ibadan, via the Akure-Ilesa road. Our plan was that after attending the wedding in Auchi, we would travel with (my husband) to Lagos, stay for few weeks before returning abroad where I had lived with my husband and children for more than a decade. We were in the car of a close family friend, an accountant who gave his time and energy for our comfort. We were five in the car, myself, my husband, our daughter, a lady who is my husband’s niece who had joined us in Akure with the hope of travelling with us to Lagos. The driver accountant maintained a normal speed. He drove professionally. That gave me a lot of comfort and I felt I could find time to sleep a bit. My daughter was next to me, just 9. She was coming to Nigeria with me for the second time. Shortly after the Ijare junction, the driver felt the wagon’s tires ruptured and decided to pack the car with the hope of changing the tires. It was like a film. In a jiffy, motley crowd of armed men in military uniform came out of the bush. They fired at the boot of the car. Ahead of us, five of them came out of the bush, another two came from the rear. My daughter screamed: “Mummy, daddy, what’s going on”. There was no time to say a word. They marched us through into the bush, firing into the sky. They hit me on my chest, hit my daughter on her head, blood oozed. At this time, it was better to kill me. I shouted at one of the armed men. His response was hell. He went straight for my private part, tore my dress with his gun. The others ripped my dresses. I was left with my undies. My husband and my daughter started crying. Two of them dug their teeth into my breasts. While attending a secondary school in Adamawa, I had lived with some Fulani, so I understand a few Fulani words. I started pleading, at least for my daughter. To my shock, at gun point, they removed the dress of my little girl, one of them carried her on his head as my baby struggled, shouting “Daddy, mummy, what’s going on. Help me.” I could not help myself. We were marched for 9 hours. I was half naked. My daughter was totally naked. A felt her tears was like a stream of blood on her cheek. Our phones had been seized. We ended up in an ungoverned region in the thick of the forest. We met a well organized group. There were some kidnapped victims, I saw two women, two ladies and three men. There were some people with their legs chained to trees. They were as if half dead. We were separated. I was separated from my husband. My daughter was taken away. I only heard her scream intermittently. I did not know what they were doing to her. These men, now about two dozen had a full kitchen, they had a huge camp and a traditional medical team. But the camps appear isolated from each other. We heard noises afar indicating it might be nuclear settlements of camps. Right in my presence, I saw them pack the remains of a woman. They took her and buried her few meters away from us. She had tribal marks. I cannot describe the agony of 6 days in captivity in this little piece. I cannot talk about how they asked my husband to choose between myself being raped or that his daughter be raped. My husband broke down in uncontrollable tears. One of them hit him saying “Yoruba bastard, you dey cry. Idiot.” They now gave him the option that he should be raped by one homosexual among them. My husband is a devout Muslim. He told them homosexual and rape of any kind was against Islam. They hit him with the butt of AK 47: “What do you know about Islam?” You can imagine, you are being asked to choose between being raped by a homosexual, your daughter, just nine years old, or your wife being raped? They gave the forth option, if you fail to choose, they would rape my daughter, rape my husband and rape me. I made myself the sacrificial lamb. My husband begged, saying they should name their price. One of them asked him to bend down. Three beastly criminals sat on his back, jumping until he was too weak to stand. I was not allowed to put on any additional cloth on my body for 24 hours. The rain fell once. I became the relic and a sexual museum for the armed men who in turn addressed me and asked questions about my financial standing. New Fulani men joined the camp. They organized military training for the new Fulani men that came, teaching them how to shoot and walk through circles of glowing fire. We were not released until after 6 days. We had to walk the same zik-zag journey back to the main road, our eyes blindfolded. During the negotiation to pay, they said the money was not for them alone that they had to settle “those who send us”. For me, I see a thriving, organized crime supported by powerful political interests. Now, I do not think we were released to freedom after paying a whopping 8 million naira. I do not think we can ever be free, we can never be free, from the anguish, the psychological trauma, the nightmares we suffered, the occasional fits of our daughter, her waking up midnight behaving strangely, her asking the same question over and over: “Mummy, mummy, why?. Why.?” I do not have any answer. In my life, I have never passed through a torture chamber like this. I do not think any society should let this happen. I do not know the fate of those we met, and about 7 other people brought during the 6 days we were in captivity. What I saw was a nation that has collapsed but pretends she lives, a people on life support. Crime is not restricted to Fulani people alone. We have Yoruba criminals. But I don’t Yoruba criminals are not as beastly. These elements are savages. I can’t imagine Yoruba thieves going to Sokoto or Maiduguri to kidnap Fulani people and keep them in their own bushes. It gives me mental torture that this is happening and some fools are even trying to justify or look for excuses. Well, as a devout Muslim, myself and my family have taken solace in Allah, not the Nigerian police, not the Army, not the governments. We have taken our faith the way it came. I thank God that we have successfully returned to where we live, thousands of miles from Nigeria. We thank God that we have made a vow: Never shall me, any of my children or husband in our lifetime visit Nigeria. Our remains any time we die, will also not be buried in Nigeria. It was a suggestion by my daughter which we all adopted. I pity the country. I pity her people who continuously walk like the living dead. I pity those who parade themselves as leaders, because they know nothing about what is going on and the abyss the country sunk already. I pity Yoruba people, oh, I pity you. I pity my people. For me the issue is not about President Buhari. Democracy can produce anything, even the worst in the society. What I worry about is the conspiracy of silence by the people themselves, the ignorance, the treachery and the illusion that one day, things will get better through another election. Since I was born in Nigeria, each year had led from bad to worse and on and on. I do not have a solution to what is going on, but I think very soon, hell will let loose upon the earth as long as there is no law and order and anarchy and the rule of brutes is the order of the day. Once again, there cannot be anything more comforting than my husband who saw what I went through but has been able to encourage me and even encouraged me to write this little piece after months of agony and sociological imbalance. Good night Nigerians. Copied from a forum of Nigerian Women in Diaspora |
With some comments I read on this thread, I have come to the conclusion that APC supporters are mostly BRAINLESS and hopelessly beyond human redemption. May you all continue to meet and interact with people like ROCHAS OKOROCHA all your miserable lives. |
wallex1983:Apparently you don't know the meaning of source or sauce |

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