Thursday, May 31, 2012

Rapper Eva Now Signed Onto Trybe Records.


Rapper and song writer Eva has been confirmed by Eldee Da Don, the CEO of Trybe Records as a new signing for the company. Eldee took his twitter account early on Wednesday May 30, 2012 to announce this new addition.‘Good morning Yall! Join me as I welcome @evaalordiah the newest member of Trybe Records v2.0!
With her new track ‘I Don Did it’ and ‘High’ video, Eva is definitely enjoying her time, pulling crowds across the state especially at the recently held King of Comedy show. To confirm the story, Eva, who is currently pushing her new video ‘high‘, took to her Twitter line, saying ‘Wow! I had to go through 13 Record deals to finally get here.. Did I say Yes to the 14th? Yes! Am I happy? Oh Yes!!. She is yet to respond to calls as at the time of writing.

Randy couple have sex for all to see


A randy couple was filmed by a neigbour and they didnt mind the fact that people were starring at them. The randy pair were filmed enjoying a steamy X-rated encounter after they neglected to draw the blinds in Nottingham, United Kingdom. The lovers embraced as a heatwave sent temperatures soaring on Friday. A stunned onlooker filmed the scene from his flat. To watch the video, click HERE

Malaysian Woman Tells Of kidnap attempt On Her Life On Facebook

An Internet marketeer had a close shave with a couple of would-be rapists when she was abducted from the car park of The Curve shopping mall.However, the feisty Chin Xin-Ci put up a fight and jumped out of the moving car just as it was exiting the car park.

Recounting the harrowing experience on her Facebook account, she wrote that she was loading her shopping bags onto the backseat of her boyfriend's car when the incident took place at about 5.20pm on Sunday. She was on her own that day."Suddenly, the rear car door was slammed against my back and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat....continue reading.

"A man covered my mouth with his hand and whispered to me not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat and waved the cleaver at me, ordering me not to scream."

According to her posting, which has gone viral on Twitter and Facebook, a second man appeared and took her car keys while demanding for the parking ticket.

"I told them they could take everything, just to let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, one of the men started to make sexual advances.

"Then it hit me: 'Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped and I think I know what they want'," she wrote.

Waiting for a chance to make her escape, she said she was aware that the car would slow down as it moved out from the car park.

She managed to open the door but one of the suspects pulled her back in.

However, she put up a fight with the two suspects before making a run for it.

The ordeal - from the moment she left the parking ticket payment machine to her escape - took just about four minutes "but it felt like a long nightmare", she wrote.

She also tweeted that she was fortunate to just have some scratches and bruises although she lost almost all her belongings, including her cellphone.

Meanwhile, The Curve centre manager Jazmi Kamarudin said they would cooperate with the police as well as offer support to Chin.

"We have also provided our CCTV footage to assist the police with their investigation.

"As this is an ongoing investigation, we are unable to share any details.

"We sincerely regret that this incident took place despite our numerous safety efforts," Jazmi said in a statement yesterday.

Police confirmed that a report had been lodged and that the case had been classified as robbery.

Other Twitter users also expressed their concern about the incident.

As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.

To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.

It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian descent.

At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving us out of the carpark.

I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want."

From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I'm alive today.

1. I managed to get into a position to escape.

When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.

2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.

I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now.

3. I was lucky and sneaky.

I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm so lucky they did not see or hear this!

4. I went 'crazy' at the right time.

And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life.

5. I acted in spite of the fear.

My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die. I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye.

6. I remembered the people I love.

The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming." The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before I thought, "Shit. I need to get out of here."

I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet.

I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd.

Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.

We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday.

I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much worse.

I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God.

I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes.

Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.

Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them.

And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.

Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.

Graphic: Surveillance Footage Shows Entire Violent Attack by Naked Cannibal in Florida

Surveillance Footage Shows Entire Violent Attack on Homeless Ronald Poppo by Naked Cannibal Rudy Eugene

Editor’s note: this story contains graphic images that may be disturbing to some!

The Miami Herald has released terrifying surveillance footage of the entire gruesome attack on a homeless man Saturday, in which a naked man on drugs named Rudy Eugene literally ate another man’s face in Florida.  At eighteen minutes long, the uncensored video also helps determine exactly what happened that day.
According to CBSMiami, Eugene had driven to South Beach the morning of the attack to check out the Memorial Day weekend festivities, but was unable to start his car to make a return trip. Leaving his sedan to be towed, Eugene seemingly decided to attempt the roughly three mile trek on foot.
CBS continues:
It was a hot day, with temperatures in the 90′s, and a long walk…As he walked across the causeway, [police] said he started stripping, leaving his clothes on the walkway and in the road.
Cops found his drivers license and clothes strewn from the beach to the mainland.
Had he not abandoned his car, Eugene likely would have driven right past the spot along the causeway under the elevated track of the MetroMover where he met Robert Poppo about 2 p.m.
Instead, on foot, he ran into the 68 year old homeless man, who police believe he’d never seen until that moment. It was at that point that police believe Eugene set in motion the events that led to his death at the hands of police and Poppo’s gruesome mutilation.
 Continue to watch the video. And while the camera is located too far away to make out specifics of the attack, it does eventually zoom in and is disturbing. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

The horrifying footage shows 31-year-old Rudy Eugene striking homeless Ronald Poppo, removing his pants, then brutalizing his face in broad daylight for roughly 18 minutes as traffic continued on the busy MacArthur Causeway.
More specifically, the Huffington Post summarizes:

[Footage] picks up a fully naked Eugene just before 2 p.m. as he walked down the exit ramp on the other side of the bridge. Pausing in a shady spot, he reels or spins slightly as a bicyclist whizzes by, then is mostly lost to sight as he bends over the homeless Poppo where he sat or lay on the ground.
About two minutes, later, however, Eugene rolls Poppo into the middle of the sidewalk. He appears to strip away some of the older man’s clothing and then savage his face as Poppo futilely resists. Several minutes later, Eugene again drags Poppo farther down the sidewalk and continues to attack him before another cyclist rolls slowly by and a white car pauses on the off-ramp, just on the other side of a short wall separating the roadway from the bike path.
Gruesome photos circulating the web would later confirm most of Poppo’s face, including his nose, eyes, and mouth, was ripped away, in what Miami’s Fraternal Order of Police vice president Sgt. Javier Ortiz told the Associated Press was of the “goriest scenes I’ve ever been to.” Poppo remains in critical condition.
“He had his face eaten down to his goatee. The forehead was just bone. No nose, no mouth,” said Sgt. Armando Aguilar, Miami FOP president. “In my opinion, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
The Miami Herald is also reporting that at least five different people called the police, and while police suspect Eugene was under the influence of a potent drug referred to as “bath salts,” no drugs or paraphernalia were found on the scene.

Smith Nnamadi, 34-Year-Old Nigerian Arrested In Thailand For Allegedly Duping Women In Need Of Husbands Via Facebook


The arrest of Nigerian Smith Nnamadi, 34, at a Bangkok department store, came after a woman, whose name was withheld, complained to police that he had allegedly lured her to send him money under false pretences. The woman claimed that she knew the suspect via Facebook under name of Joe Henry, a British. They became lovers and Nnamadi proposed marriage after chatting via the network for two months.

The suspect claimed he wished to bring in a Bt3million dowry but could not afford the fee of Bt321,560, so he asked her to help. The victim wired him Bt74,560 but Henry said he needed more. That made her suspicious and she turned to the police. A sting operation was set up at a local mall, where the Nigerian suspect came to pick up the money.

The police investigation found that Nnamadi conspired with other foreigners to lure Thai women, wanting foreign husbands, via MSN, Facebook and online websites to dupe them into sending money. Police will hunt for his accomplices. ....Awwww and the dude might probably been singing ''maga don pay shout halleuya, oh oh oh''

B-R-E-A-K-I-N-G NEWS: Kidnapped German Dies in Botched Rescue Operation in Kano


A German, Raufach Edgar, who was kidnapped in Kano on January 26 this year has been killed by his captors Thursday morning before he could be rescued by men of the JTF
The raid is still ongoing and sporadic shootings are still being heard by residents who are all trapped
within their homes and unable to go to work. A military helicopter is also still hovering overhead, providing aerial support to the forces on the ground.

The JTF had conducted a raid at Danbare area opposite the new campus of Bayero University Kano this morning after tracing the kidnapped German to the hideout where he was being held but the captors killed him before the JTF could apprehend them. The JTF is to brief the press soon on the incident.

Raufach Edgar was until his kidnap working with Dantata and Sawoe construction company. He was abducted by two gun men around 8 am on January 26 along the Zaria – Kano expressway were his company is located.

Random Pix: What In The World Is She Doing?


What in the world is the girl wearing black in the background doing to herself? I cant help but notice it. Is she jerking off on the street? Ok that dint come out right lol. Whatever girl be wary of the camera next time.

Meet Chibundu Onuzo, 21-year Old Nigerian Faber & Author of “The Spider King’s Daughter”


In 2010, Chibundu Onuzo, a 19-year-old Nigerian undergraduate at the King’s College London made the headlines, from BBC to CNN, after signing a two-novel deal with revered British publisher of literary fiction, Faber & Faber, making her its youngest ever female author. She started writing The Spider King’s Daughter when she was 17, got an agent at 18, signed with Faber at 19, finished editing while 20 and got published at 21. When she started writing at ten, her first inspirations included English classics like Jane Eyre and David Copperfield, after which she discovered the rich literary tradition of Nigeria in her favourite authors – Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. In this exclusive interview with Gbenga Awomodu, Chibundu who has recently completed her first degree in History talks about her debut novel, published in March 2012, writing, faith, Lagos, Nigeria and much more.
Please tell us a bit about yourself – what you do; your education and where you grew up.
My full name is Imachibundu Oluwadara Onuzo – Oluwadara because my mother is Yoruba; Imachibundu because my father is Igbo. I grew up in a very quiet estate in Lagos. I know almost all my neighbours by name and in turn most of them know me as ‘one of Dr. Onuzo’s daughters.’ Both my parents are doctors and are still practising. My primary school was called Corona Gbagada. Our school anthem described us as ‘the centre of excellence’ a motto borrowed from my much beloved Lagos State. I then proceeded to Atlantic Hall where once a week we sang lustily, ‘We love thee o, Great Atlantic Hall.’ It was perhaps an attempt by the anthem writer to brainwash us unruly adolescents. After three years at ‘A-Hall’ as her alumni call her, I went to St. Swithuns, a school in Winchester, where I perfected my phonetics and shortened my name to ‘Chibs.’ I then went to University in London, King’s College, where I dropped my phonetics and lengthened my name once more to Chibundu. Now, on the cusp of graduation, as I prepare for the next phase in my life; perhaps, I will assume the name of Dara.
Could you share some of your favourite childhood memories, growing up in Nigeria?
Anyone with an Igbo father will tell you that Christmas meant going to the village and going to the village meant family, udala (or agbalumo) and masquerades. Unfailingly the masquerades came out on Boxing Day and me and my cousins would drive down to the village square to be scared out of our wits. There was the rare female masquerade, glittering with mirrors and very difficult to catch sight of. Then there were the dancing masquerades which raised small clouds of dust when they hit their wooden heads on the ground. Then last and scariest were the evil masquerades that chased people down and flogged them. Once I ran into a stranger’s house and hid under his table because maoun na bia (masquerade is coming).
And then I loved going to my maternal grandfather’s house in Isale Eko. He died before I was born but he left in his house, shelves and shelves of books. Every time we visited I would go to these shelves and rummage through them. Most of what I gathered was old and musty but books are more than the paper they are printed on and I gained many classics from this foraging of Baba’s shelves.

Chibundu during a reading at the Southbank Centre, London

What were your childhood dreams and aspirations?
I thought I wanted to be a lawyer. When I was growing up, it was assumed that if you were good at Maths you would be an engineer. If you were good at sciences, you would be a doctor and if you talked too much, you would be a lawyer. I was a very voluble child and so I took it for granted that I was destined to become a learned friend. I also dreamed of becoming a concert pianist. I played and still play the piano, but you won’t be seeing me performing at the Royal Albert Hall anytime soon.
Considering the common sentiment amongst many Nigerian parents who want their children to become lawyers, doctors, Engineers or Pharmacists, why did you decide to study History, and what was the initial reaction of your parents to this?
They disowned me and I’m now living with my adopted parents. On a more serious note, I think being the last born helped. My oldest sister is a barrister, my brother is an economist and my other sister is an engineer so my parents were more open to one child experimenting. Sometimes, wistfully I think if I had studied medicine, my parents would have had that invaluable collector’s item: a complete set of professional offspring. And for a while I did dabble with the idea of becoming another Dr. Onuzo but medicine of all the professions, is not one you enter lightly so I withdrew when I realised the matter was too serious for me.

Your debut novel, The Spider King’s Daughter, was published last March by Faber & Faber, UK. It must have been a really long process. How do you feel about that milestone?
Relieved. The publishing process does take a long time if you want to get it as right as you possibly can. Sometimes you feel that the day when you’ll hold a finished copy of your book will never arrive so we thank God it has come and we’re all alive to see The Spider King’s Daughter being read in as far flung places as Singapore and Dubai.
The Spider King’s Daughter touches on the cliche poor-boy-meets-rich-girl story. What (new) perspective do you bring to this concept in your novel for your readers?
All over the world, the rich and poor hardly meet on an equal footing, but in every region, there’s a particular flavour to this meeting of social classes. For example, in England as in Nigeria, people hire maids but to slap your maid in England is viewed as criminal assault whereas in our country, at best it would be frowned upon. So to find out why I think the social structure of Lagos adds its own twist to the ‘cliche poor-boy-meets-rich-girl story’, as you have termed it, I suppose you’ll have to read ‘The Spider King’s Daughter’.
When did you start writing poems and stories; and what are the special memories in the process of getting your first book published?
I’ve never really written poetry, at least not seriously; but I attempted my first novel when I was ten. It was about a group of white American children who went back in time and met some Native American children with whom they then proceed to have many adventures. It was very bad. What looms the largest in the publishing process was when my agent sent me an email saying she would like to represent the book. I actually dropped to the ground and rolled from one end of my living room to the other.
How do you plan to make your book accessible to readers here in Nigeria, aside online orders from Amazon and the likes? Any plans for a Nigerian publisher soon?
Fingers crossed for a Nigerian publisher. That’s all I will say for now.
Which writers have influenced your writing over the years?
Influence is a tricky word when it comes to assessing your own writing. I think only a reasonably objective third party can tell you what influences they can see in your work. There are some writers I particularly love reading though. Dickens for his liveliness and Tolstoy for the unflinching gaze he casts on his characters. There are no heroes with Tolstoy work, only human beings. Then, of course, the African great: Soyinka’s controlled flamboyance, especially in Ake, I read with envy and Achebe I read with the deepest respect. I almost feel the urge to kunle [Yoruba, meaning: kneel down in obeisance] whenever I see a copy of Things Fall Apart. And last, the new generation of writers who made contemporary Nigeria interesting again. No-one does Eko like Sefi Atta
Chibundu & Chimamanda at the 2012 

Commonwealth Lecture
How and from where do you draw inspiration as a writer?
You never know. You’re just inspired. You see an image and it strikes you, you hear a snippet of someone’s life story and you immediately want to embellish it into a piece of fiction. Maybe it’s because of your childhood, or your Sunday School, or your primary two teacher that some things capture your imagination as an author more than others. It would take some serious unravelling to discover why and how something embeds itself into your subconscious and becomes the inspiration for a piece. It just does.
What inspired the SKD story – do you have any personal experiences woven in there; how did it come about?
When I was much younger, I interviewed a hawker for an essay competition my mother entered me for. This hawker was about twenty one (my age now) but she had been hawking for years and expected to continue hawking for many more years, if not the rest of her life. Even at that young age, I could sense that she felt trapped by her life which offered no opportunity of escape from the daily grind of hawking, but in the answers she gave me, there also seemed to be a lot of resignation. Also, whenever I drove around Lagos, I would often see hawkers running after cars. The owners hadn’t paid, but they’d collected what the hawker was selling. It’s not that they planned to steal from these hawkers; it’s just that traffic was moving and so if the hawker wanted to get his money, he had to run after them. It was too much to expect that the owner of a car would have enough courtesy to park and pay for what he or she had bought. Such images stuck in my mind and in retrospect, I can see that they were the germ for the novel.
Do you experience the writer’s block, and how do you handle it?
I experience writer’s procrastination. I sit at my laptop and play a game of solitaire to ‘focus my mind.’ Then I play another round, then another. Then I think, ‘why don’t I check my email?’ Then I realise I haven’t eaten anything in the last half hour, so I get up and go and have a look at what’s in the fridge. On my way, my phone rings. It’s my sister. One hour gone and I still haven’t eaten. Let me just boil some rice. Oh look, The Apprentice is on. What an interesting episode. Now time to get back to work but I’m feeling sleepy. I’ve been putting off writing this new chapter for days now but abeg man must sleep, body no be wood. I say to myself just before I fall asleep, ‘This procrastination of mine is getting bad. I’ll sort it out tomorrow.’
Given Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s trajectory in the literary world – and many people probably already see you in her mould, do you not sometimes feel pressured to accomplish more than she has done; any nominations for awards yet?
Most comparisons between myself and Chimamanda Adichie or any other Nigerian female writer who has an Igbo first name, are quite superficial and have little to do with our writing styles. I admire Chimamanda’s work for its vast scope which is paired with an intense detail in execution but the themes we write about are very different because what we find interesting about Nigeria is different because our backgrounds are different and so I can read her work, love it, but not feel any pressure about it.
But speaking of awards, earlier this year I was longlisted for the Desmond Elliott Prize which is for debut novelists published in England.

Chibundu and other writers at the Longlist party for the Desmond Elliott Prize
In what ways do you seek to improve your writing?
I try and read widely. I’ve recently been given a kindle and I’ve downloaded dozens of free classics. It’s good to read contemporary fiction and keep yourself abreast of the new ways writers are finding to express themselves but at the same time, I think it’s important to also read those writers who are long dead but whose works still teach many lessons about the writer’s craft. I also try to take every chance I have to write as an opportunity to hone my craft. So for example when I blog, even though I do it for fun and make no money out of it, I read over my work, I edit it and I try to make sure my prose isn’t becoming sloppy. Every time you put your fingers to the keypad, even if it’s just an email, is a chance to improve your relationship with words.
In one of your blog posts, you talk about the state of origin issue, arguing that a Nigerian should be able to say, “I was born and bred in Lagos, so even though my parents originate from other states, I am a Lagos indigene as well.” How soon do you think this would be established, if at all it comes to pass?
The quote you’ve used isn’t a direct quote from my blog but the sentiment expressed in it, mirrors what I have said accurately. I find it incredibly saddening that a man with a Kenyan father, with a name like Barack can be President of the United States of America but if a Mohammed who has grown up in Imo state wants to be even a local government chairman in Oru West L.G.A., there would be such an uproar. People would tell him to go back to Kano, or Katsina or Kaduna if he wants to get into politics in Nigeria. Can you imagine if the American electorate had told Obama to go back to Kenya?
This doesn’t mean I dismiss our cultural heritage. The Igbo, Efik, Ijaw, Nupe cultures are all to be celebrated but it is not our ethnic identity that gives us a share in our polity. It is because I am Nigerian not because I am Yoruba or Hausa or Ibira that I can exercise my rights as a citizen in any part of the country I find myself in.
I’m not a prophet so I don’t know when it will come to pass but it must, if we are to begin to see lasting changes in our country.

What does your personal library look like; and which kinds of book are your favourites?
My personal libraries are the public libraries of North London. I still find it miraculous that I can walk into a building and leave with fourteen books for no fee at all. On trips to my local library, I usually gravitate towards books set in India and the Middle East even though I can’t explain my fascination for this part of the world. Of course, every time I hear that a new African writer has been published in England, I begin to scour the shelves for their title. Sadly, this doesn’t happen as often as I would like.
Sometime in 2010 when you first made the headlines, I found out you sang in a track titled “I Will Wait”, produced by London-based music producer, Tolu Okeowo. Could you tell us something about that too?
I sing and play the piano and I can usually do both at the same time. Perhaps because of this, it naturally followed that I would write my own music so the song “I Will Wait” was actually composed by me and on the track, I am the one playing the piano. Tolu and I went to the same church in London and we worked together on a soundtrack for a movie called ‘Holding On’ where one of my songs was used as the title track. So in about 2009 when Tolu decided he wanted to make a compilation album, he asked if I had any songs I wanted to submit. I played ‘I Will Wait’ for him, he liked it and it became one of the songs on ‘A Perfect Progression.’ You can download it from iTunes till date.

Chibundu distributing Christmas hampers alongside other church members
You are fond of saying, “We thank God!”, so much that in response to an interview you granted The Guardian UK last year, a commenter referred to you as being too religious. What is the connection between your writing and your faith?
My saying we thank God is not a religious habit I’ve picked up. It’s just giving honour where honour is due. You need patience to write a book, you need joy for when you don’t feel the writing is going well, you need peace when you’re worrying that it will never get published, you need humility so that when you have a little measure of success you won’t start thinking you’ve ‘arrived’ as a writer and all these, I believe, are the fruits that the Holy Spirit grows when He lives with you. And of course, I’m glad I can pray. I don’t know how other writers cope with rejection but as for me, I’m glad I can pray.
As a citizen living abroad, what is your take on Nigeria’s image and its national security issues at the moment?
I have no vested interest in seeing Nigeria portrayed positively. What I want to help build is a Nigeria that is actually a positive place. It’s because we are so concerned about having a good image abroad that so many atrocities are swept under the carpet and problems are downplayed. Things need to be aired and if our national news agencies out of a sense of misplaced national pride will not air them, then let CNN break the news to me that yet another massacre has occurred in a village in the North. Let BBC show me the thousands of people in Lagos that scavenge off a refuse dump to make a living.
As for the security issues, I have no original views on them. I want the economic inequalities that have fuelled this insurgency to be addressed and I want Muslims and Christians to present a united front against this menace.

Chibundu with a girl she sponsors at her mother's charity school, The Little Acorn Educational Foundation
 What is the role of writers in helping to effect the change we desire in our nation?
Mine is the same as yours and any man or woman you stop on the street. We have civic duties towards our nation that go beyond just paying taxes, even though that is always a good place to start. The government may not have done enough but neither have I. I’m expert at listing what’s wrong with Nigeria, less skilled at saying what practical steps I can take to help tidy up my own little corner.
What do you plan to do next after graduation?
Finish writing my second book and in doing so, work on my craft. Hopefully do a Masters in a degree that will enable me to effectively and efficiently assist with the development that is going on in this country.
Any other thing you would love to tell BN readers?
Thank you for reading all the way to the last question. Una don try.
Thanks for your time Chibundu.
My pleasure.

Wizkid Lands in the UK Watch Day 1 of Wizkid’s UK Tour Diary



The UK Tour is about to kick off and Wizkid has finally gotten over there to get things ready. Watch Day 1 of Wizkid‘s UK Tour Diary to see how things went down. (some fans at the airport… Sherrie Silver and her crew)

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Also, Factory78 TV brought us the exclusive footage of the Press Conference in the UK. (a cute little girl was also in attendance, probably Wizkid‘s youngest fan)

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Living Abroad: Do You Want To Vote In 2015?


Ever since Nigeria returned to a democratic government in 1999, major decisions shaping the country’s history have been determined by the leaders elected into power. This in turn implies that the country’s future is hinged on the electoral process, where citizens cast their votes and choose the leaders who should lead them as a nation.
For this reason and more, Nigerians living in the Diaspora have resolved to be a part of the 2015 general elections regardless of their location and have put forward a petition to the Federal Government.

At the 2012 Convention of Nigerians in Diaspora Organisation in the Americas (NIDOA) – the umbrella organization for all Nigerians residing in North and South America, including the Caribbean – held at Holiday Inn, Arlington, Virginia; they put up a resolution to back the petition with one million signatures.
The Chairman, House of Representatives Committee on Judiciary, Hon. Aminu Shehu Shagari said at the convention that even though he was fully in support of the bill on Diasporan voting rights, he believed the 2015 election was so important to the peace and stability of Nigeria that the government might not be willing to experiment with allowing Nigerians abroad to vote.
That remark attracted reactions from Nigerians at the venue who, in their various contributions, insisted that allowing Nigerians abroad to vote was long overdue, and government ought to have been making preparations toward that since the call predated the current administration.
Chief Temitope Ajayi, Chairman of Nigerian American Agricultural Empowerment Programme (NAAEP) disagreed with the view that voting by Nigerians abroad in 2015 may affect the integrity of the election, adding that such votes may even be more credible.
Ajayi said for instance, Nigerians living in US do not only have their passports, but also have social security numbers, which could aid easy identification and prevent multiple voting.
She said even though they live outside the nation’s shores, remittances from Nigerians abroad had not only been keeping their relatives at home going, such huge remittances had also been contributing to the development of Nigerian economy.
Secretary, Board of Trustees of NIDOA, Chief Gabe Okoye, therefore moved a resolution that a petition signed by one million Nigerians based abroad be sent to the Federal Government to demand their rights to vote in 2015 election. The resolution which was unanimously adopted also included that each signature should be accompanied by $1 donation, which would amount to $1million, to help facilitate lobbying for the realization of the voting rights.

Okoye said the petition to be signed would be posted online for Nigerians In the Diaspora to append their signatures.
The points raised here are definitely valid. However, Nigeria is still far from conducting free and fair elections within its shores, how feasible would it be to conduct the elections outside the country?
The general elections in Nigeria is already fraught with a number of problems and inconsistencies. Votes cast in the country are almost always contested with allegations of rigging which sometimes follows with violent protests and clashes among different groups.
But all these happen within Nigeria; elections to determine Nigeria’s leaders have never been conducted outside its shores. Is it right to say that Nigeria is ready to conduct elections outside its shores?
Are you a Nigerian living abroad? What do you think about the arguments raised here? Do you want to vote in the 2015 General Elections? And if yes, why?
Please share your thoughts.

HELP, I am Innocent – Nigerian Pastor Joshua Esosa Sentenced 15 Months In Austria For Drug Cries For Justice


This is a sad story of a Nigerian who is a pastor in one of the new generation churches in Vienna called Grace Ministries International. Pastor Joshua Esosa is from Edo State and in the narration of his unbelievable ordeal, he recounted how he had been arrested, framed up and jailed for a crime he said that he had never committed. His experience as he told it could only be likened to the American HOLLYWOOD films packed with action and suspense and as such incredible and scary for most people who are blacks and especially Nigerians living in Austria .

Here is the story of Pastor Esosa’s tribulation.

“I am Pastor Joshua Esosa from Edo State . My story is so sad, humiliating and painful each time I remember that bitter experience of 2nd February 2011. On this day, I just closed from the church and went straight home in twelfth district in Vienna to an apartment provided for me by the church because as at of this time I had problems with my wife and because of the nature of the society we are living in, we were trying to sort out things living separately. At about 11pm on this day, my wife called me and said that she was sick and that I should come home to take care of the children so that she could go to the hospital. It was very unusual that I felt somehow. However, I told her that it was already too late because it would take me about an hour to get to there now and whether she could not wait till the next day. She insisted that I should please try to come...............Continue to find out this pastor's ordeal.

So, I now went to see her. When I got there it was around12 midnight and I had to press the bell because I did not have the key. And before I could open the door the police had already accosted and apprehended me and said, ‘You drug dealer, drug dealer, drug dealer’. And I said, what; me a drug dealer? I did not even resist them as I allowed them to search me. They searched me and found €600 with the church cash card and said, ‘Yeah this is the drug money’. I told them that €400 of that €600 was the money of the church that I had withdrawn few hours ago from AKH and that if they go to the bank they would see that what I had told them was the truth.

Please electronics don’t tell lies. The full page of the accountstatement of the churh. The high lighted place shows the day
and time Pastor Esosa made the withdrawal of the money the
police found with him.
But the judge again reject this as an evidence.

Part of the full page of the account statement showing clearly the name of the church and the name of the financial secretary who made this document available to me

They searched my bag and did not find anything and they took me that night to a destination I did not know that it was Burgenland until the next day. In the morning that day, I guess that it was around 10am because I did not have a watch, they took me to their office and started to interview me. They said that they knew me because they had been monitoring me selling drugs for over a year now and that the people I had sold drugs to were all in prison. I said, God forbid! They said that they recorded my voice, I then said good if you did that. So they now showed me some pictures on the computer and asked if I knew the people and I said that I didn’t know them.
They now brought out the picture of the person they said that they had been monitoring, and the background was a winter background because the person was wearing a winter cap that covered his ears. So what they now did was to put me on my own winter cap and arrange it to look like the picture of the person they were looking for and took me pictures and then they said if anybody confirms that they know me in the prison that that would be all they needed. So they went to the prison and came back and said yes two people had confirmed that they knew me. I said what? I am not a drug dealer, I do not deal on drugs and I can never do that. They said that the judge had asked for me to be sent to prison immediately. That was how I was sent to prison on February 3rd, 2011 and I was there till September 23rd 2011.”
When I wanted to know whether he contacted people for help he replied and said “of course I contacted the Nigerian Embassy the same February but the embassy didn’t show up until I was sentenced ending of July 2011 and they now came in August 2011. I contacted people, my fellow pastors and everybody. The letters my wife wrote to the embassy are still here.” I collected copies of the letters from him.
He went on. “I started a German course in the prison and one day while we were on break during one of our lessons I went back to my room and saw some strange people in the room and I turned back because I thought that I had entered a wrong room, but as I made steps to go back my room mate called me to come in that it was our room. I went in and did what I wanted to do and left back to the lecture. When our class was over after hours, I came back to my room and still met these people discussing. I went straight to my corner and was reading my bible when I had a call that I had a visitor who happened to be my wife. By the time I went back to the room these people were no longer there and my roommate now told me that those people that I had seen before, that one of them had been my accomplice. I said what? Why did you not tell me while they were here so that I could confront them? I was very uncomfortable with the development and angry. I said to myself, I had not been allowed to go to the church in the prison with the reason that my accomplice went to the same church but now the same accomplice they had brought to my room perhaps to study me so that he could say that he knew me in the court, I wept. 2 hours later still infuriated, my lawyer came and I told him what had happened and he shared the same fears with me but told me not to worry that he would take care of that.
This is the pounded yam powder which is very common in every Nigerian household that the police took as cocain powder. One of the evidences the police was holding strongly against pastor Esosa.
Before the first hearing they said that they had found powder which I had used in mixing drugs in my room and I told them that the only thing I knew that I had there in my room was powdered yam and I did not have any other powder and if they had found any other thing in my room it meant they had put it there. They said that they had also found black canvas in my room that was exactly the same type the drug dealer had worn and therefore it was evidence against me. On the court day my witness now brought the powdered yam to the court for the police to see that it was not the type of powder they had conceived in their minds. The judge now queried them why had they not done an examination of the powder in the laboratory first before coming to the conclusion that they had found a powder which I had used in mixing drugs? They now brought eight people to come and testify against me that I had sold drugs to them, but I thank God that six of the people said that they did not know me except those two people that were in the prison. And importantly too, one of these people that were supposed to have testified against me told the court that I had not been the one because he still had bought drugs from the person they had been looking for while I was still in prison. Again the judge ignored this information.
This is the type of shoes the police claimed the drug dealer had worn. Are you a Nigerian living in Vienna, Austria and having this kind of shoes? You could be a suspect.

After this hearing they brought a strange report they had written about me and I was very upset and down. My roommate, an Austrian who could not stand my tears and the injustice meted to me anymore, pitied my sorrow and looked at me one day and told me that I was not the drug dealer. And I said to him; how did he know that I was not the one? He said that in his former room before he had been transferred to my room that the person they claimed that had been my accomplice had been his roommate and that one night he had heard him talking to someone in a low voice thinking that he had been asleep that I was not the one but that the real drug dealer was outside and that they were trying to protect him. I knelt down immediately, wept and begged him. I asked him; please, will you help me to write down these things you have just said now to the judge or public prosecutor? And he said that he was afraid to do so because he was also in prison. I tried as much as I could to convince him to see reasons why an innocent person like me should not be allowed to rotten in prison, he refused and I decided to allow him but when my lawyer came I told him the story. My lawyer now in his wisdom included him as one of my witnesses without his consent and the day he got a letter from the court as one of my witnesses, he was very upset and I had to beg him close to tears to help me which he reluctantly after much pressure accepted.

On the final hearing day he came and told the court what he had heard and explained further that he had lived with me for sometime now in the same room and that he had studied me and had seen my kind of person, that I was not the drug dealer. But the judge shunned his testimony by telling him to go and sit down because he himself had equally had a drug case before. They now asked me if I knew these people, referring to those people that were supposed to have been my drug buyers, and I told them (court) that I did not know any of them and that I did not deal on drugs and that if I was a drug dealer that these people numbering over 50 here could not have come all the way from Vienna twice now to stand by me. I now asked the judge; in your years of experience, have you ever had the experience where this huge number of people turned out at different occasions to stand beside someone who is a drug dealer? And the judge said that what they were expecting me was to say sorry and I said, to say sorry for what, for what I did not do. He the judge now said okay, that they sentenced me for 15 months. They asked if I will appeal it. I said yes of course I will appeal it because I cannot accept what I did not do. And that was how the process of an appeal was made.
I was finally sentenced around ending of July 2011 and on September 23rd 2011 I was released. I was freed on a Friday and usually our prison closes on Fridays 12pm so while the door of our prison was opening that day I was let out, I was thinking that they were bringing in a new person but was surprised when I was told to pack my things within 5 minutes and leave. I had a bad feeling going through these sad moments within these few seconds and reacted to know why I should be asked to leave in 5 minutes under such command after having been kept here for so long. The person who brought the message said that he had told me, he closed the door and left. My roommates celebrated with me and helped me to pack my things. 5 minutes time he actually came, pushed me out and gave me €50 for my transport and asked me to come on the coming Monday to take any of my remaining things.
I spent about 8 hell months in that prison, from February 2011 to September 2011 for a crime I had not committed. I was traumatised for a sin I knew nothing about probably because I am a black man and a Nigerian. I nearly went mad for what I never imagined in my life. Over my dead body that I will deal on drugs as a man of God, my yes remains yes, I am not guilty. As I speak now, I do not know on which ground or why I was released because according to the sentence I was not supposed to have been set free before May 2012.
One thing I want the world to know is that, no matter the evidences manufactured against me, I am innocent. No matter the level of conspiracy against me, I am guiltless. The God I serve cannot be put to shame because He did not fail Abraham, He did not fail Hannah, He did not fail Job etc. and He can never fail me. I am on my knees.”
His wife speaks, “My husband is not a drug dealer. I want justice.”
The story of Pastor Joshua Esosa’s wife which she described as horror was pitiful and sad because of the shock the children had got.
In nutshell, she said that when the police men had come that day, that they had already slept and had only woken up by the thunder like noise from the smashed door by the police. She said that all what she had heard was ‘gbooza’ and that she had to immediately jump up from bed and had to firstly rush to her last born, her son and that within almost the same seconds that police men had been everywhere in the room asking about her husband and ransacking all they could lay their hands on. She had sorrowfully narrated that the children had been scared to the marrow and that the fear of that horror had terribly traumatised them which they still have not overcome and may never completely overcome till the rest of their lives. She alleged that she had been threatened to lie to make her husband come to the house that night or else that they (police) would have to take her children to ‘Jugendamt’ (youth welfare office). She said that under such trembling shock and fear that she had to call her husband and lie to him as commanded that she had been seriously sick and had to go to hospital.
According to her, not sure of what to do to the door smashed by the police, she said that the door had remained un-repaired for about three months and that they had seen hell under winter cold because they were living with open door until they could not bear it anymore that they had to call someone who had carried out a minor repair that had helped them at least close the door against cold.
Picture don't tell lies. This door is still in a sorry state that they are still using some tissues and papers in supporting it to stay closed.

Her message to the world is that her husband is innocent because he is not a drug dealer and she wants the world to help her get justice. In her words “My husband is not a drug dealer. He has never done that and can never do that and I will stand for him anytime and anywhere. I want justice, they should free my husband.”
Efforts made to get in contact with the judge to comment were yet to yield results before press time.
Please follow this link (click here) to sign this petition to free Pastor Joshua Esosa. When you sign, it is going straight to the ministry of justice Vienna , Austria . Help us to free an innocent man and improve the image of Nigerians and black Africans in Austria.
The appeal court hearing will be coming up on June 6th, 2012 from 9:30am to 12pm in Landesgericht, Saal 305/3, Wickenburggasse 22, 1080 Wien.
Please, we appeal for solidarity by turning up that day in court.
A demonstration has also been organised to take place on June 1st, 2012, starting from Museumstra├če 7, 1070 Vienna by 2:00pm.
Pastor Joshua Esosa can be reached under this number: +43 6765378700
Uzoma Ahamefule, a concerned patriotic citizen writes from Vienna , Austria
Mail: Phone: +436604659620 (sms only)

Armed Robbers Attack Ifesinachi Bus, Rape Girls

Some of the workers of the transport company at their Jibowu office, Lagos, after the robbery.

Two females passengers of Ifesinachi Bus travelling from Lagos to Abuja were last Tuesday raped by armed robbers who attacked their bus at Sagamu area of Ogun State. The gunmen also robbed all the passengers. To read a similar case click HERE, and to read someone's account of the robbery, click HERE. It was gathered that the three-man gang armed robbers were among the passengers that boarded the bus at Jibowu area of Lagos. But on getting to Sagamu, they brought out their guns, ordered the driver to stop and then diverted the bus...When you didnt search the passengers cos you thought the robbery style is no more in vogue. What do expect? Ok na...continue reading jare...

The Station Manager, Ifesinachi Bus Transit, the operator of the vehicle, who identified himself simply as Nelson, confirmed the incident. He said the victims would be compensated.
He said, “Truly, the bus was robbed, and I immediately left to meet the victims when the report got to us.
“I addressed everybody, including the two girls that were raped. Some were given money to return home while others were advised to report at our Jibowu office for another bus to convey them to Abuja the next day.
“Some of them disagreed with the arrangement. I spoke to the two ladies that were raped in privacy and volunteered to take them to the hospital. One of them refused and the other who said she was 18-year-old accepted.....
Nelson admitted that the passengers were not checked before they boarded the vehicle, saying he thought the style used by the robbers was no longer in vogue.
We are sorry for not checking the passengers but you need to understand that nobody is perfect. There was also security arrangement we put in place but we stopped when we felt things had normalised. This was part of the reasons why we don’t operate night buses,” he said.
On the insinuation that the bus’ driver could have been the mastermind of the robbery, the station manager said all their workers were reliable.
Nelson said, “He parked at Somolu because of the limited space at our office. I could have called him but his phone and other valuables were also taken by the robbers.”
A final year pupil of the Nigeria Military School, Kaduna State, who was one of the victims, Feyisa Ayo-Vaughan, said the robbery took place few hours after they left Lagos.
He said, “We left Lagos around 8am. On getting to Sagamu, one of them brought out a pistol, pointed it at the driver and took over the steering and drove us into the bush. We were searched, robbed, and then the two girls were raped.”
The pupil, who lost his documents and money to the robbers, said the documents might affect his leaving the school in August.
Another victim of the robbery, who is also a pupil of the NMS, Silas Anure, said the attack was like a dream.
“They drove us into the bush and collected our money and even raped two girls. Two of the robbers slept with one girl, while the other two robbers slept with the second girl,” he claimed.

Shocking Story: UK Jails 40-Year-Old Woman Who Was Allegedly Drugged By 2 Nigerians.


A DRAMATIC encounter with Nigerian drug traffickers in Senegal, Africa landed a Bulawayo MDC activist into a British prison after she was sniffed out of cocaine in her stomach with a street value of millions of British Pounds at Heathrow International Airport, The ZimDiaspora has found out.

Tryness Ncube now 40, has spent three years in prison in the United Kingdom after she was arrested upon arrival at Heathrow International Airport where terminal three scanners detected up to 600 grams of cocaine in her stomach.

She denies knowledge as to how she swallowed the most notorious drugs, though admitting she was feeling uncomfortable in her stomach.
I can only speculate that I swallowed these drugs unconsciously when two Nigerians whom I had been referred to in Senegal drugged me for hours only to wake up from my stupor to find myself naked without knowing how I was undressed. What I remember is someone coming over with some prepared food to a B & Q I was staying in. I also remember the nigerians asking me to have a drink, first.

Soon after having the drink I blackout and I suspect it is at this time that the Nigerians could have literally spoon-fed me the drugs,she told

The in interview from Britain’s Yarl's Wood Immigration Removal Centre where she was transferred to upon completing her six year sentence. The sentence was eventually cut by half due to discipline she showed.

The Press interview with Ncube was by arranged Southern-On-Sea MDC chairman Mr Stanford Biti, younger brother to Zimbabwe's Finance Minister Tendai Biti. Ncube who is now awaiting deportation has attempted to argue her case that she cannot be sent back to Zimbabwe in fear of political persecution.

The reason why I ended up encountering Nigerian drug traffickers is that I was running away from Zimbabwe after being tortured with burning plastics for campaigning for Morgan Tsvangirai in 2008. I am a well known MDC activist at eMganwini branch in Bulawayo and I have all the cards and everything in my disposal to demonstrate my role in the MDC. The drugs thing was not my fault, I don’t do drugs I was just a victim of circumstances,” she said tearfully.

“I left Zimbabwe without a passport to South Africa. In crossing the border into South Africa I had to be packed into a luggage area of the bus so that South African authorities don’t detect me. Once in South Africa I had a fake South African passport arranged for me by some

Nigerians who were introduced for me by some Zimbabweans who had assisted me leave the country” she said.

However, I was confused when I was told the only ticket that had been arranged for me was to fly to Senegal where I will get a connecting ticket to the UK. I left South Africa on June 28, 2008 for Senegal. There, I was met by a Nigerian who took me to a bed and breakfast. I stayed there for about two weeks. A day before I Ieft for the UK, two Nigerians came with some food for me in a black bag.
They first gave me a drink, before I started eating the food they had brought me I felt getting heavily intoxicated and dizzy, then I passed out. Now, I suspect when I passed out that’s when they may have spoon-fed me with those drugs which took me into a UK prison for three years,” she said.

“After several hours, I woke up from my stupor, only to find myself naked on the bed with the two Nigerians in my room sting on chairs. I checked my private parts to determine if I had been raped, but I was just ok it appeared no one had attempted to rape me.

People can express their opinions about my perceived knowledge of these drugs, but what can say is that my God knows I know nothing about the drugs, my intention was escape from Zimbabwe, unfortunately landed myself in the hands of Nigerian drug traffickers. As it is now, I am still fighting to remain in the UK and I have told the Officials here that I am in danger in Zimbabwe due to my political activism,” he said.

Ncube was to be met by another Nigerian man at Heathrow Airport, who is reported to have escaped upon discovering that she had been nabbed. It remains to be seen if the Nigerian man was going to tell Ncube not to use the toilet to relieve herself as her waste contained the drugs needed to hit the streets of London. She had also been given £900.00 which she was instructed to hand over to the man who was to meet her at the airport.

UK-based senior MDC activist Owen Muganda said he was aware of Ncube’s situation, but said his hands were tight as the party’s protocol requires that MDC-Bulawayo informs him of Ncube’s party status before anything is done.

“I write support letters for our members and it’s a free service. But in Ncube’s case we need at least some communication from Bulawayo,” he said.

Former MDC-UK treasurer Tendayi Goneso said he and his wife had visited Ncube in prison.

My wife knew her from Zimbabwe, so our connection was more of a social one than political. She had insisted that she was facing persecution in Zimbabwe and refused to make a voluntary return saying she was at risk,” he said.

Lancelot Oduwa Imasuen, Top Nollywood Producer/Director Gets Arrested For Threatening To Kill And Kidnap, John Abua, The Executive Producer Of ADESUWA.


Ace Nollywood Director, Lancelot Oduwa Imasuen, has been arrested. According to impeccable sources, the arrest occurred in the early hours of Tuesday, May 29th 2012 in Lagos. It was learnt that the popular movie director was arrested in respect of an on-going controversy over ownership of the movie ADESUWA.

The Executive Producer of ADESUWA, John Chukwuma Abua, has lately been in the news claiming sole ownership of the movie and further revealed that Lancelot, besides falsely claiming ownership of ADESUWA, has dubiously negotiated deals on the sale of the rights to the movie in Nigeria and abroad without his consent. Abua explained that the arrest was a culmination of several failed attempts to get Lancelot to hands-off his movie and desist from making any further deals in respect of ADESUWA. The arrest was effected on Tuesday at the National Stadium, Surulere, and he has since been in detension in Asaba, Delta state. Lancelot has been behind bars since then, despite efforts by Nollywood stakeholders to secure his release

Here is what the executive producer, John Abua wrote on his Facebook wall:

8-Year-Old Gets 'Catastrophe Award' for Most Homework Excuses


The mother of an 8-year-old Arizona girl who was presented with a "Catastrophe Award" for apparently having the most excuses for not having homework believes her child was humiliated by her teacher. Christina Valdez said her daughter, Cassandra Garcia, came home one day from class at Desert Springs Academy in Tucson, Ariz., with the paper award.

The document, which looks like a colorful card, contained the following message: "You're Tops! Catastrophe Award. Awarded to Cassandra Garcia. For Most Excuses for Not Having Homework."
The teacher signed the card "Ms. Plowman," added the date - May 18, 2012 - and even included a smiley face and then to crown it all, she even announced the award in front of the entire class, and the other students laughed at her daughter and when she contacted the school to complain, the principal "blew me off," Valdez added. "She said it was a joke that was played and that the teachers joke around with the children."

"I think it's cruel and no child should be given an award like this. It's disturbing," she said, adding that she was not aware her daughter had a problem with homework, and that the girl had been enrolled in an after-school homework assistance program.......................Oh she was not aware!!! You know what i think?????????  The mom just awarded herself a similar award Out of Touch Mom Of The Year for not staying on top of her child's responsibility to do her school work and turning it in. Not over-seeing what goes on at home and staying in touch with the child's teacher. She awarded herself this when SHE WENT PUBLIC. only a reflection on HER!....Unaware there was ahomework problem BUT the kid is enrolled in an after-school homework assistance program. Which is it???

May your child not get such award IJN lol

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