7 Oct 2016

These two kidnappers were arrested by police on their way to collect ransom..photo

Troops of 1 Division Nigerian Army stationed in Anchau, Kubau area of Kaduna, on Wednesday October 5, arrested 2 kidnappers in the process of collecting ransom from a kidnap victim's family.

The arrest followed a tip off by well-meaning Nigerians that the kidnappers had arrived Dutsen Wai for ransom collection from their hapless victim's family.

On receipt of information, the troops swung into action in an unmarked car and trailed them to the rendezvous for the collection. 

The kidnappers, believed to be operating along Kaduna-Abuja road, fled towards Zaria in a Honda car when they realized that they were being trailed.
Consequently, the pursuing troops alerted the police stationed in Soba. In the process of fleeing, the kidnappers overran the police checkpoints at Soba and Maigana and proceeded to Zaria. They tried to escape but were eventually apprehended by the soldiers.

The troops recovered Honda Accord car, one mobile telephone handset, 4 MTN, 1 Airtel Subscribers identified module (SIM) cards, micro SD card, a national identity card, an INEC voters registration card, a Miyetti Allah cattle Breeders’ Association of Nigeria Identity Card, UBA and Keystone Bank Debit Cards, cash sum of Twelve Thousand, Seven Hundred and Ten Naira (N12,710) and a Notebook containing several names, addresses and telephone numbers of kidnap victims families and relations. 

The suspects are currently under investigation.

Meet woman who stays with her partner and ex partner under the same roof...photo

The Dyson’s on the blink again. I think something’s got stuck, but I’m not sure, and I’m not about to take it apart. I’ll wait until my ex-husband, Jim, comes home.

For Jim is simply brilliant at fixing electrical appliances, and I’m not. On the other hand, if I need someone to haggle for a back-of-lorry bargain (a new Hoover, perhaps?) I’d ask my partner, Mal, since charming birds down from trees is his speciality.

Jim, the father of my three children, is an illustrator and works from home. Mal is a writer, and also works from home. The same home.


That’s right. We all live together, in a three-and-a-half-bedroom cottage in a chocolate-box-pretty village south of Bath.

Calm down; I’m no bigamist, and we’re not part of some polygamous cult. My life may sound exciting, but it isn’t.

I’m a respectable divorcee in my late 50s, and a one-man woman. Of sorts.

It’s just that my ex-husband Jim — ‘our ex’, as my partner Mal affectionately calls him — is also our best friend. And lodger.

I know. This isn’t normally what happens after a divorce and, frankly, our living arrangements leave many people
baffled.

But the truth is, I don’t know how other women get by with just one man to delegate the chores to.

The advantages of two men about the house are obvious, even if I do spend half my life putting toilet seats back down and fishing used teabags out of the sink.

It’s been this way, off and on, since Jim and I broke up seven years ago.

We’d been married for 25 years, had three children, renovated our London home and moved to the country.

Like many couples struggling to make a living, financial strain did what financial strain often does — and we grew
apart.

For a third party to slip into a marriage there already has to be a crack, and ours yawned as widely as the Avon Gorge.

By 2009, although we had yet to formally put an end to our marriage, my relationship with Jim had run its course.

Meeting a charming Irishman on a business trip on a five-master clipper cruise of the Mediterranean was, you could say, the coup de grace.

Mal, I soon discovered, is impossible not to like; funny, warm, kind and clever, with a lively past that makes my own seem staid and uneventful.

He’d enhance anyone’s life; a musician as well as a writer, he had the perfect timing to arrive in mine just when I was ready for a big romance.

At the end of the five-day trip we knew we had to be together — and I was faced with the task of returning home and unstitching the tapestry of a marriage on the rocks.

After the initial shock wore off, I suspect Jim felt as relieved as I did that we’d made a decision to part.

Like so many other couples struggling to stay married, it had only been the depressing prospect of poverty that was sticking the remaining shards of our marriage together — we were forced to live together, even if no longer as man and wife.

We’d had separate bedrooms for the last decade of our marriage, and we no longer snuggled on the sofa after dinner, or crept across the corridor to each other’s rooms.

Meanwhile, Mal and I continued to see each other, our feelings growing ever stronger.

With the wheels of my divorce from Jim in motion, we were desperate to live together.

But there was a problem — as impoverished writers, Mal and I couldn’t afford to rent anywhere else while I had to contribute to the mortgage on the family home, and neither Jim nor I wanted to sell our family home, which we reasoned would be our children’s inheritance.

We hit upon a somewhat unorthodox solution.

As there was no immediate need for Jim to move out — he had the generosity of spirit to want me to be happy with Mal; while Mal had the tact to stand back, ever so slightly, when Jim and I were in a room together — we agreed that we would all remain under the same roof until Jim decided it was time for him to rent a place of his own.

At first, my children, aged 19, 18 and 11 at the time, raised their collective eyebrows, but none of them put forward any serious objection, largely because suddenly their parents weren’t yelling at each other any more and their mother was looking happy.

We settled into a cheery modus operandi; we may have been odd, but we were family.

When Mal moved all his belongings into the house, it was Jim who hired the van and helped him lug his stuff up three flights of stairs.

If it were not for the fact I spend all of my working week in an office, and that Mal works from a garden studio, it might have become claustrophobic.

But in truth, we only really spend time together in the evenings, with either Mal or Jim doing the cooking for all three of us.

Jim’s evening meals are served with Michelin-star precision. Mal’s, on the other hand, are rustic and mostly brown.

But as long as I’m not required to cook after a day at work, I’m happy either way.

Indeed, rather than Jim getting in the way of any romantic meals between Mal and me, I’m often the one who slopes off to the sofa with my laptop after dinner, leaving them chatting away for hours at the table.

For they have a huge number of interests (as well as the obvious — me) in common.
They’re the same age, are both fans of Radio 4 panel shows, and get animated over sightings of birds (of the avian variety).

They use the same catchphrases, and are prone to singing snatches of the same baffling songs from their Fifties childhoods.

As a result, it’s often me who heads up to bed before either of them, desperate to escape their male bonding.

Jim sleeps in the room that used to belong to our second son.

But as all the rooms in our house have been repurposed on numerous occasions, this hardly feels like a demotion.

Jim goes to bed early and rises at an ungodly early hour, whereas Mal and I like to sleep late and rise late.

Sometimes it feels like we’re putting in different shifts, which makes it far easier to share our small bathroom.

That’s not to say living with two men has always been a garden of roses and, in the early days, a lot of people disapproved of our set-up.

Many were censorious, feeling that I was having my cake and eating it. I was taking advantage of Jim’s good nature, they thought.

Many, I suspect, would have been far happier if Jim had been angry and bitter, and we’d become estranged.

But if they felt I deserved my comeuppance, it soon came. In 2013, Jim met a new partner and moved in with her. I wanted him to be happy, but gradually we saw less of him.

I wasn’t jealous, but it was wildly inconvenient — especially when in 2014 I was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer and was admitted to hospital for an operation.

In a Hollywood tearjerker, this might have brought us all together. The reality could not have been more different.

Relations between both sides collapsed, and I barely saw Jim for over a year.

The fact we were estranged at a point in my life when his friendship would have meant so much was something neither of us could have ever foreseen.

If someone asked me what was the worst thing about 2014, it wouldn’t be the six months of chemotherapy; it was the loss of my best friend.

Thankfully, that’s behind us now.

Three weeks ago, Jim moved back in. What happened between him and his partner is their story; the bizarre thing is the way the intervening years simply fell away as soon as he phoned to ask if he could come to stay.

Maybe I was relieved — I’d hurt him by leaving him; he’d hurt me by not being there when I needed him.
And both Mal and I couldn’t be happier he’s back living with us.

Maybe our lifestyle is unusual; maybe that’s why it works.

I’ve never stopped caring about Jim, and there has never been a day in which the unexpected sight of him hasn’t inspired a rush of affection.

I’ve known him since my mid-20s, and we have three decades of shared experience — living life to the full in North London in the Eighties; holidays before and after children; three childbirths (and three miscarriages); friends’ weddings; family celebrations and funerals.

What do you do with all those memories, if the split is acrimonious? Do you just bury them, along with the family pets in the garden?

Obviously, you can be deeply fond of an ex, but if they don’t get on with your new partner then all you have left is a pile of photo albums. But, luckily for me, Jim and Mal have always got on.


With Mal’s blessing, Jim and I were able to recycle our relationship from used-up marrieds into something more akin to siblinghood; Jim’s like the big brother I never had. And our relationship has strengthened.

When my mother fell ill, I was on another continent and it was Jim who sat with her on the day she died.
If my car breaks down, I’ll call Jim before I call the AA. And as he knows the vagaries of our house better than anyone, he’s the first person I’ll shout when a pipe leaks.

The kids never have to worry about splitting themselves in half at Christmas, since we are always all together on high days and holidays.

Admittedly, two men are not always better than one. During one festive trip to Devon, there was a misunderstanding over whether Jim or Mal was bringing the turkey on Christmas Eve.

Turned out neither had, and heavy flooding made a dash to the shops impossible.

Fortunately, Mal had brought corned beef for the dogs as a treat.

We frittered the beef for Christmas dinner; I’m not sure who was least impressed, the kids or the dogs, who had to make do with tinned dog food.

Mishaps aside, now Jim’s back, I’m not sure how we survived these past two years without him.

Already, he’s replaced the roof on the tree house and shored up the pergola.

Jim’s presence is a bonus when the kids are home. With their dad in the house, Mal feels able to duck out of those family events he once would have felt obliged to attend.

And for Jim, being able to hang out with his children at home is infinitely preferable to dad-dates in pubs.

We know Jim will get his own place eventually. Mal will probably help him move in, and when he does, we’ll take him prosecco, fish and chips.
We’ll do anything to help him, because that’s what he does for us. We’re just three old friends, looking out for each other, and I can’t imagine life without either of them.

On my left hand I wear an engagement ring from Mal; on my right, an engagement ring from Jim.

Neither mind me wearing the other’s ring. Did I mention they were both exceptional men — and that I am a very, very lucky woman?


Lobatan! This girl had emergency surgery after getting '7 inch sex toy' stuck up in her bum...photo

A student teacher and mum of one who got a dildo (sex toy) stuck in her anus had to undergo surgery after trying to no avail to remove the object, even going as far as using a fork handle and BBQ prongs to remove it.
Emma Phillips was 'enjoying' with partner Lee Miller, 29, during the early hours of Saturday morning when the sex toy ‘disappeared’. She even thought bf Lee had hidden the vibrator under a pillow only to press down on her navel and hear a vibrating sound 'inside her'.
Emma was rushed to hospital to receive surgical procedure and has now spoken out, warning other women to not let shame stop them from seeking medical help if they are faced with a similar situation in the future.
Emma, 24, from Wallasey, Merseyside, said:
“We were looking around the bed in case it had fallen out. When I leaned on my stomach I could feel it vibrating – it was stuck low down and at one point was even wedged behind my hip.”“For a while Lee was suggesting all kinds of wonderful options.'' She said to Sun UK. 
“He tried a kitchen fork handle, which we won’t be using again, and said he could feel it at one point but that it was too far up – it was a goner. He tried BBQ prongs too but after a certain point – after an hour of trying – we knew were going to have to go to hospital. We were both a bit shocked.”
Emma said:
“We’d both been drinking the night before so we couldn’t drive. I had to make the most embarrassing call to the ambulance at 7am. The call handler said ‘tell me exactly what the problem is’ so I had to tell him.”
Emma said:
 “At that point it was just more surreal than anything. I didn’t feel much pain at that point – I was in too much shock. The doctors were really good – they all moved quite quickly and were so reassuring telling me they saw it quite often which was quite a relief. 
At first we were jokey about it but then realised it wasn’t much of a joke especially when there was talk of going through my stomach if they couldn’t get it.” “I think before that I thought of it as just a little operation to get it out, I still wasn’t taking it that seriously. When he said that – that only when I woke up would I know whether they would have to cut me open – it was really scary.”

At 12pm Emma underwent the surgery which involved placing a camera down her throat and the surgeon pressing on her stomach before manually extracting it.Emma said:
“My daughter was staying with my mum and dad as I stayed at Lee’s the night before.
“I wasn’t going to tell them but then I was going into surgery I knew we were going to have to say something so I told my mum the real reason. I just took some painkillers and was told not to use stuff like that again until I was ready.  I’ve learnt that I’ll need to be a bit more careful in the future. 
“Lee’s not been scarred by it – he just thinks it’s funny. I think he should have one up his bum and take one for the team.”We weren’t going to do anything about it because of the embarrassment – there’s a big taboo about it – but we knew we needed help. 
“I want to say a massive thank you to the ambulance crew and Wrexham Hospital staff who were really good, really reassuring and non-judgemental. There is a big taboo about this, but it really isn’t a big deal. You hear about people becoming really ill or even dying because they’re too embarrassed to get help – I would hate that to happen to someone.” 

Update! Photo of man who died in an accident ramming his Range Rover SUV into a trailer...

The chairman of, Koga Entertainment, which has the following subsidiaries Koga Xtra TV, Koga Studios, KICL Clothing, Koga Lounge and more, Chris Jeyibo, aka Chris Koga, has died.

He died in an auto crash involving his Range Rover which rammed into a parked trailer along the Lagos-Ibadan express way at about 1am today October 7th. He was on his way home when the sad incident happened. 

God rest his soul.



Wow! President Buhari begins payment of N5,000 to extremely poor Nigerians

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President Buhari's Conditional Cash Transfer (CCT) programme has kicked off today with Biometric Capture and Account Opening of Internally Displaced Persons at various IDP camps in Borno state. 
The programme is a part of the scheme under the ‘Social Investment Programmes’ of this present administration. Over one million extremely poor Nigerians are to be paid N5,000 monthly. 
More photos below...


Tragic! Hurricane Mathew sweeps towards Florida, and hundreds left dead in Haiti..photo

The number of people known to have been killed by Hurricane Matthew in Haiti is increasing by the day as coastal villages and towns began making contact with the outside world two days after being hit by the most dangerous Caribbean storm in nearly a decade.

By the end of Thursday the authorities in Haiti had put the figure at 339. Bodies started to appear late on Thursday as water receded in some places after the hurricane smashed concrete walls, flattened palm trees and tore roofs off homes, forcing thousands of Haitians to flee.

The Category 4 hurricane carried winds reaching 140 mph/220 kph flattened whole neighbourhoods. In the main city of Jeremie some 80 percent of buildings have been destroyed. Most of the casualties came in towns and fishing villages in Haiti’s southwest, with many killed by falling debris and swollen rivers
"All the money we had has been lost. Everything is lost. We’re lost, we don’t know (what to do). We could see the destruction and we asked for help. But no," said Julio Desire, a resident of La Savane, as he surveyed his destroyed house. hose killed included a woman and her 6-year-old daughter who frantically abandoned their flimsy home and headed to a nearby church to seek shelter, says Ernst Ais, mayor of the town of Cavaillon. 
"On the way to the church, the wind took them," Ais told The Associated Press. At least 12 people died in his town, and death toll expected to increase.
The hurricane blasted the Bahamas on Thursday with winds of 220 kilometres an hour as it headed towards Florida, threatening the first direct hit on the United States in more than 10 years.
The US National Weather Service said the storm could be the most powerful to strike the northeast of the state in well over 100 years – although it is predicted to lose strength over the next two days. As Matthew approached and winds got stronger, more than two million people were urged to leave the coastal area.
Florida’s governor warned people that if they ventured onto the beaches, the storm would kill them. Daytona Beach was put under curfew from late on Thursday local time.
Airlines cancelled nearly 3,000 flights over two days, many of them in or out of Miami and Fort Lauderdale. People have been stocking up on food. Petrol stations announced they were out of supplies after cars waited in long queues to fill up.
An extremely rare event, Disney closed its Florida theme parks, at least until Friday.
The hurricane warning also extended up the coast through Georgia – where President Obama authorised the release of emergency federal aid – and into South Carolina.
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Source: Agencies

See what Nollywood actress Mercy Aigbe wrote to her hubby on his birthday today...

The actress' hubby, Lanre Gentry, is a year older today and she took to her social media handle to shower him with loving words. She wrote; 
"Happy Birthday my Jewel, my gist partner, my quarrel partner😂, my gbeborun partner, my bestie, my lover, my reality check....Olowori mi, Akanbi, Asiwaju Olarenwaju Gentry! The love you have for me, has transformed my life into something so beautiful, wonderful and colourful...
You are there when I feel sad, You are there when my mood is bad, You always support me in life, You are the only reason why I survive , You are a huge blessing to me, By choosing you, I chose hapiness for life. Am so blessed and glad to be your wife, you are the best thing that happened to me. Beyond you there is nothing I can see. I LOVE YOU HONEY. ......😍 Ama Turn up real good........

Photo of man who sexually assaulted a 10 month old baby

Police in Charleston, West Virginia, have arrested and charged Benjamin Ryan Taylor, 32, to court after  the 10 month old baby of his girlfriend died from head injuries sustained after he allegedly battered and sexually assaulted her in the basement'.

The baby, Emmaleigh Barringer, was found by her mother, Amanda, on Monday morning around5am bleeding in the basement of their home which prompted her to call health authorities and police but despite staying alive on life support for several days, she tragically passed away after being declared brain dead by medical doctors.
Jackson County Sheriff Tony Boggs said to press:
 “I’ve been here 25 years, and we’ve never encountered something of this nature. I don’t know if we’ve had anything like this near here.”
Police also revealed he was seen trying to wipe off something from his groin area while he was arrested and the police has also revealed his charges will be upgraded from sexual assault to murder.
Amanda’s cousin Danielle Adkins told WSAZ:
 “The only way justice is going to be served is if he feels every ounce of pain that he caused her too. It wasn’t enough that he took her innocence, he had to take her life too.”
Photos of Emmaleigh at the hospital before her death


See graphic photos of three female bombers neutralized by Troops ...

Troops in Borno state yesterday averted suicide bomb attacks by three female suicide bombers. At about 12.25pm, the 3 female suicide bombers attempted to attack a military location at Gwoza, Gwoza Local Government Area, Borno State.

The suicide bombers who came through Pulka axis were sighted by members of vigilante from a distance and alerted the troops about the impending catastrophe. 

The very observant vigilante also noted that the women looked suspicious; walking awkwardly with bulging hijab and distinct from other female farmers.

When the suicide bombers noticed that they were being observed, they hurriedly ran towards troops aiming to detonate it on them. 

The troops neutralized 2 of the female suicide bombers, while the other ran back into the bush but was pursued. Unfortunately, a soldier sustained injuries due to the impact of the explosion. 

The wounded soldier is currently receiving treatment at a military medical centre and he is in stable condition.
More photos...


Oga o! Ghana to begin exportation of petroleum to Nigeria & other African countries as it aims to dominate West African distribution market

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Minister of Petroleum, Ghana, Mr Emmanuel Armah-Kofi Buah has revealed that the country has commenced the exportation of fuel and gas to the landlocked countries of Burkina Faso, Niger and Mali from the Bolgatanga Petroleum Depot.

The minister who made the revelation at a meet-the-press series in Accra also disclosed that the state-owned Bulk Oil Storage and Transportation Company Limited, is also supplying petroleum products to Benin Republic and Nigeria with plans to extend to Liberia in the coming months.
The minister said the vision of the government was to make Ghana the hub for the distribution of petroleum products in the West African sub-region and asserted that the country's new gas era can supply its energy needs for the next two decades.

“Despite the global downturn in the oil industry, we have managed to increase production.
“Ghanaians have been empowered to be at the forefront of the industry and a liberalised petroleum downstream sector with strong private sector participation where product availability, competition, better customer service and lower prices are making Ghana the preferred destination for doing business in the sub-region,” he said.

The minister disclosed that the restructuring of state-owned BOST has guaranteed a steady availability of petroleum products. 

“The restructuring of BOST has resulted in a turnaround in the performance of this strategic national asset which is now successfully fulfilling its mandate of ensuring the availability of petroleum products,” he said.

Omg! Barcelona Footballer Neymar suffered a bloodied attack on the pitch during World Cup qualifier...photos

Neymar was on the receiving end of an elbow from a Bolivian defender on Thursday night which left him bloodied and bruised as he was forced off the field in Brazil's 5-0 win over Bolivia. 
Medics rushed onto the field to try to stop the streaming of blood from Neymar, but the gash proved too big, forcing the talisman to withdraw from the match.

See photos below

Tragic accident involving a Range Rover ramming into a parked trailer along Lagos-Ibadan expressway...photo

This above Range Rover SUV rammed into the parked trailer at 1am along Lagos/Ibadan express way. 
The driver who was the only one in the car died instantly.  More photos below...

Nigerian ex banker gets twelve years jail term over N8bn CBN currency scam ...photo

Ademola Oni, a former banker with the Wema Bank, has been convicted and sentenced to twelve years imprisonment for conspiracy and money laundering. Delivering the judgement, Justice Joyce Abudmalik of the Federal High Court, sitting in Ibadan, Oyo State, on Thursday, 6th October, ruled that he forfeits all his properties and cash in various banks as proceeds of the crime.

Oni was arraigned by the EFCC alongside six former officials of the CBN and fifteen others from different Commercial banks in an alleged case of conspiracy and money laundering. The bankers allegedly conspired to steal and conceal mutilated and defaced local currency amounting to eight billion naira (N8bn) from the Central Bank of Nigeria.

 Ademola, who was the 4th defendant in the matter, opted for a plea bargain agreement with the prosecuting counsel and pleaded guilty to 5 of the 24 amended count charges brought against him. Justice Abudmalik convicted him and sentenced him to two and half years on each of the five counts accordingly. The sentences are to run concurrently

Photo man caught trying to steal SUV at Winners Church

When 22-year-old Mr. Samuel Sunday walked into the Living Faith Church, popularly known as ‘Winners Chapel,’ located at Sango-Otta, Ogun State, last week Sunday, many thought he came to worship God. Nobody knew he came into the worship centre to steal a car. Thus, while others were singing and praising God, Sunday was frantically searching for the perfect vehicle to steal.

The perfect vehicle would be one, whose owner forgot the gate pass inside the car. Whenever church members were driving into the church premises, security guards at the gate would give them a gate pass. Nobody is allowed to drive in or out of the church premises without the gate pass. Sunday was almost giving up hope of ever finding the perfect car, when he chanced on a Sport Utility Vehicle (SUV).

The owner, apparently in a hurry, left the gate pass in the car. The hunter crowed joyfully. He had successfully broken into the car and was struggling to undo the security device of the car, in order to turn on the ignition, when a woman sighted and watched him. When he noticed the woman, he smiled sheepishly, grimaced at himself and said: “I have lost my car key.” He didn’t know the woman was the owner of the car. Needless to say, Sunday was whisked away by policemen from Obasanjo Police Station, Ogun State.

After his arrest, Sunday blamed everything on his action, including his father’s early demise and devil. The police said: “Sunday broke one of the rear glasses of the SUV and forced himself into the driver’s seat. He was battling with the security device in the vehicle, when he was discovered.”

The owner of the car, who refused to give her name, said: “It happened last week Sunday. We had just finished the fourth service and decided to eat at the restaurant. We were still at the restaurant, when one of our neighbours called that we should wait for him. He said he wanted to drive home with us. I told one of my daughters to go and wait for our neighbour at the point we parked our car. When she got there, she saw the young man and rushed back to tell us.”

The woman continued: “Initially, the suspect didn’t know that the vehicle was ours. He told us that he owned the vehicle and that he had lost his key.” Sunday, who claimed to be 19-year-old and later 22, described himself as a gospel singer. He also described himself as an undergraduate and a driver. He said: “I don t know what came over me. I wanted to take the vehicle home. It has been long I left home. I’m behaving this way because my father died when I was very young.

I have not gone to my mother’s house in Lamgbasa, Ajah for some time. I have been staying with my nephew. I wanted to go back home with the vehicle.” A police source at Obasanjo Police Station, said: “The suspect is a car thief ! We recovered wraps of Indian hemp from him. He went to the church just for the purpose of stealing a car from the park.

We found out that he had moved round the parking lot before he finally saw the SUV. The owner left the gate pass inside the vehicle. He wouldn’t have been allowed to drive the vehicle out of the premises without the gate pass.
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