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Tuesday, 18 May 2021

Unilorin Admitted Students To Pay #25,150 Clearance Charges

May 18, 2021 0

Unilorin Admitted Students To Pay #25,150 Clearance Charges


The Management of University of llorin

(UNILORIN) has enabled her portal for the

payment of clearance charges and uploading of documents for clearance. The clearance

charges as confirmed is 25,250.

HOWTO CHECK YOUR ADMISSIONON
UNILORIN PORTAL

1.Click on https://uilugportal.unilorin.edu.ng/putme_logi

2.Input your Jamb Registration number and
password,then login

3.Check for the list of options by the left side
of the page,then click on check Admission
status.

Note:Your default password is your
surname
Unilorin Admitted Students To Pay #25,150 Clearance Charges



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Israel shells Lebanon as Biden backs Gaza ceasefire

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As Palestinian groups fired rockets at Israeli cities and diplomatic attempts for a truce intensified, Israel resumed its bombardment of the Gaza Strip on Tuesday.

The Israeli military also said it shelled Lebanon in retaliation for six failed missile launches from the country's south.

In Washington DC, US President Joe Biden held his third phone conversation with Israeli caretaker Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and expressed his support for a ceasefire, but stopped short of demanding an end to violence that has killed more than 200 people.

The White House said Biden “encouraged Israel to make every effort to ensure the protection of innocent civilians” and that the two leaders “discussed progress in Israel’s military operations against Hamas and other terrorist groups in Gaza”.

The latest escalation between Israel and Hamas, which governs Gaza, is now in its second week and shows no sign of abating.

At least 212 Palestinians, including 61 children, have been killed in Gaza since the violence erupted on May 10. Some 1,500 Palestinians have been wounded.


Israel has reported 10 dead, including two children.
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Governor Abiodun’s Aide Abidemi Rufai Scammed New York, Hawaii, 6 Other U.S States

May 18, 2021 0

 

Governor Abiodun’s Aide Abidemi Rufai Scammed New York, Hawaii, 6 Other U.S States

More details about the fraud allegedly committed by Governor Dapo Abiodun’s aide, Abidemi Rufai have emerged.

 

According to PM News, the aide did not only make fraudulent unemployment claims in Washington State, he made the same claims in at least six other states.

 

These are Hawaii, Wyoming, Massachusetts, Montana, New York, and Pennsylvania, according to a statement by Department of Justice in Washington State.

 

Rufai, who contested for nomination as APC candidate in the House of Representatives in the 2019 election, is from Ijebu-Ode, a member of the popular Mayodele Family.

 

An Ijebu-Ode indigene commented on Tuesday: “Abidemi has only brought dishonour to the respected family”.


“The criminal complaint alleges that Rufai used the stolen identities of more than 100 Washington residents to file fraudulent claims with ESD for pandemic-related unemployment benefits.


“Rufai also filed fraudulent unemployment claims with Hawaii, Wyoming, Massachusetts, Montana, New York, and Pennsylvania.


“Rufai used variations of a single e-mail address in a manner intended to evade automatic detection by fraud systems. By using this practice, Rufai made it appear that each claim was connected with a different email account.


“Rufai caused the fraud proceeds to be paid out to online payment accounts such as ‘Green Dot’ accounts, or wired to bank accounts controlled by “money mules.”


“Some of the proceeds were then mailed to the Jamaica, New York address of Rufai’s relative. Law enforcement determined more than $288,000 was deposited into an American bank account controlled by Rufai between March and August 2020.

 

“Greed is a powerful motivator. Unfortunately, the greed alleged to this defendant affects all taxpayers,” said Donald Voiret, Special Agent in Charge FBI Seattle.


“The FBI and our partners will not stand idly by while individuals attempt to defraud programs meant to assist American workers and families suffering the consequences of the Covid-19 pandemic.”


Rufai was arrested Friday evening at JFK Airport in New York on a criminal complaint charging him with wire fraud for his scheme to steal over $350,000 in unemployment benefits from the Washington State Employment Security Department, announced Acting U.S. Attorney Tessa M. Gorman.


Abidemi Rufai, aka Sandy Tang, 42, of Lekki, Nigeria, made his initial appearance Saturday May 15, 2021 in New York. He is scheduled for a detention hearing today.


“Since the first fraud reports to our office in April 2020, we have worked diligently with a federal law enforcement team to track down the criminals who stole funds designated for pandemic relief,” said Acting U.S. Attorney Gorman.


“This is the first, but will not be the last, significant arrest in our ongoing investigation of ESD fraud.”

 

Wire fraud is punishable by up to thirty years in prison when it relates to benefits paid in connection with a presidentially-declared disaster or emergency, such as the COVID-19 pandemic.

 

The charges contained in the complaint are only allegations. A person is presumed innocent unless and until he or she is proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt in a court of law.

 

This case was investigated by the FBI, with assistance from the Department of Labor Office of Inspector General (DOL-OIG).

 

The fraud on ESD is being investigated cooperatively by the FBI, DOL-OIG, Social Security Office of Inspector General, U.S. Secret Service, the United States Postal Inspection Service, and the Internal Revenue Service Criminal Investigations. The Washington Employment Security Department is cooperating in the investigation.

 

The cases are being prosecuted by Assistant United States Attorneys Seth Wilkinson, Cindy Chang, and Benjamin Diggs of the Western District of Washington, and Trial Attorney Jane Lee of DOJ’s Cyber Crime and Intellectual Property Section (CCIPS).

 

Rufai’s arrest comes almost a year after officials announced they were temporarily suspending unemployment benefits payments after discovering that criminals had used stolen Social Security numbers and other personal information to file bogus claims for federal and state unemployment benefits.

 

Within days, officials disclosed that “hundreds of millions of dollars” had likely been stolen in a fraud scheme that law enforcement officials and cybercrime experts said was partly based in Nigeria


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Suspected 'Yahoo Boys' Protest, Block Roads In Osun (Photo)

May 18, 2021 0

 


Fear has gripped residents of Osun state after some suspected internet fraudsters aka ‘Yahoo Yahoo boys’ blocked roads in Osogbo to protest against alleged arrest by Economic Financial Crime Commission (EFCC).
 
The Nation gathered EFCC operatives had stormed Adetunji Estate and Hallelujah Estate in Osogbo to arrest suspected internet fraudsters on Monday night but youths in the area waylaid them, preventing them from allegedly taking away 20 vehicles belonging to the suspects.
 
The youths and other suspected fraudsters stopped the operatives from getting out of the estates.
 
It was learnt the EFCC operatives abandoned the vehicles and ran from the scene.
 
Yahoo boys

On Tuesday morning, the suspected internet fraudsters stormed Lameco Junction and Dele Yes Sir Junction to make bonfires and mount roadblocks.
 
The blockage caused heavy gridlock in all the roads adjoining the junctions.









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Monday, 17 May 2021

ISRAELI–PALESTINIAN WAR: How It Started, Who Started It, Who’s Fault - Richard

May 17, 2021 0

 

ISRAELI–PALESTINIAN WAR: How It Started, Who Started It, Who’s Fault - Richard

Richard Idasenibo - The history of the Israeli–Palestinian conflict began over 100yrs ago, but erupted into civil war with the establishment of the state of Israel in 1948.


According to Richard Idasenibo it is not something anyone can discuss or explain in a day or two, so I’ll try to hit the points only.

Various attempts have been made to resolve this ongoing violent conflict between Israelis and Palestinians, as part of the Israeli–Palestinian peace process, yet it continues. It has been referred to as the world’s “most intractable conflict”
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The conflict came from the intercommunal violence in Mandatory Palestine between Israelis and Arabs from 1920 and erupted into full-scale hostilities in the 1947–48 civil war.

What Are They Fighting For?


The whole thing is pointing to two directions. RELIGION & SUPREMACY. But nobody wanna talk about it. The Christian Bible already gave an account and addressed this same issue many years ago. Some of you religious folks know this, but as an irreligious person, I’m not gonna make any reference to/from the Bible.

Some people may agree or disagree with the religion aspect, but it is the truth! Someone made a post on Facebook that the Jews dislike Christians. Lol sounds funny! Who told you that?

The Jews don’t just believe in the New Testament of the Bible, but the Old Testament. Most of them are still anticipating the coming of Christ (Messiah) as promised in the old testament. They don’t believe he had already came, died and resurrected. That’s the difference between them and Christians.


Okay what do you think the Hebrew Bible is made up with. Biology and Chemistry? Old Testament of course.

Supremacy


A lot of the Jews still held on to the story of Issac and Ishmael. I don’t know if y’all understand where I’m heading to.

Religion

When this fight started few days ago, did you know what the Jewish police did? They went straight to the central Mosque, and started beating and harassing Muslims during Ramadan prayers. So you see that the whole thing is pointing to religion? Lol

Land Ownership


Another thing is land ownership and supremacy. Who owns Jerusalem. But who truly own Jerusalem? The Jew or Arab? Most of you know the answer to this question already. I’m trying to be diplomatic here lol.

The Bitter Truth

You can’t occupy a man’s land simply because he is long gone, you never know when he’d be back. Israel is back and they are not ready to leave an inch of their land for the illegal occupants (Palestine).

For the fact that you occupied someone’s apartment for years, does not make it yours. The moment the owner want it back, you have no choice but to handover peacefully.

A lady in my community took part of my father’s land because she’s rich and diabolic. Now my father is late and nobody is saying anything about the land. They’re all afraid of her but I’m not! One day, I’ll demolish every structure on my father’s land.



Richard Idasenibo Opinion


On this recent crisis between Israel and Palestine, personally, I don’t support or stand with anybody. But Israelites have the right to defend themselves. You don’t wait until you get killed by an enemy, to prove a point..how peaceful you are. NO! Fight back.

“Oh Israel shouldn’t have attack Gaza, they should have applied a different approach without killing Palestinians”.

Let me ask you a question. When you fired thousands of rockets/missiles into someone’s home, what was your aim? To kill animals? To kill human beings of course! To kill civilians because the rockets were not targeted to Israeli army barracks, but residential areas of poor innocent people, children. Israel had to defend it citizens.



What y’all saw is IDF(Israel Defense Force). Their duty is to defend and not to strike first. When you hit them, they’d hit you back even more harder. That’s the duty of defense forces in other countries of the world.

What is happening in Gaza right now is not about the Muslims. It’s about a terrorist group(Hamas) just like Boko-Haram in Northern Nigeria. Hamas is attacking Israel from Gaza Palestine, hiding under civilians.

Israel had to fight back! Definitely, civilians will die in the process. If the Nigeria soldiers are determine to crush Boko-Haram today, alot of Northerners will die because the Terrorists are hiding under civilians.

The question I keep asking is, if  Jerusalem truely belongs to the Palestine, why are they fighting for it with a terrorist group Hamas?

Don’t they have soldiers to fight Israel with? Nope they don’t. The State of Palestine has no land army, nor an air force or a navy. The Palestinian Security Services (PSS, not to confuse with Preventive Security Service) do not dispose over heavy weapons and advanced military equipment like tanks. In other words, Palestinians don’t go to war or look for one. The problem is Hamas.

Right now Israel is telling the world that they’re fighting a terrorist organization and not Palestinians, which seem true because Hamas is a renown terrorist group just like Boko-Ham.

This reminds me of the whole thing that had happened and still happening in Nigeria today. They created monsters and can no longer control the monsters they made.

If Israel intention is to bring Palestine down, it won’t take up to 24hrs to achieve that. Just like when you are 20, fighting with your 5yr old brother. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Palestinians are weak people, just tryna make you understand the situation on ground.

#IStandForPeace. Nobody pray for war, there’s nothing good to write about it.


Richard Idasenibo
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Thursday, 13 May 2021

ÌLÉPA (The Haunted), Mirak Film Production & Produced By Akinkunmi Okunade

May 13, 2021 0

 

ÌLÉPA (The Haunted), Mirak Film Production & Produced By Akinkunmi Okunade

Mirak Film production presents a blockbuster movie titled “ILEPA!!!! (THE HAUNTED)”. Packaged by Big Screen Entertainment


ILEPA is a movie produced by Akinkunmi Okunade and Written by Adeyinka Adekunle, Coordinated by Daramola Temitope.


“THE HAUNTED”, a film directed by Adeniyi Owolabi (BALO) / Adekunle Adeyinka (IPAKOOGBOSUTI), Executive producer “OKUNADE ABDULMALIK AKOREDE”.


No matter how little, luck is made for everyone in life. There's a step we miss at a point that becomes our greatest undoing. A man is born to the world to fulfil his destiny but the only soul of his existence may be snuffed out if he misses an important step of his being. People sail through the sea of life without using a paucity of their glory till death, forgetting that life is the hallmark of our spiritual being and once they are in harmony, fortune comes seamlessly. Otherwise, you will be haunted to the grave until you find peace with your spirituality.


#thehaunted #ilepa


Producer: @iam_akinokunade

Directors: @balowoniyi @ipakoogbosuti

DOP: @mondayabiose

PM: @amokeoja1

Continuity: @yeankcar 

Coordinator: @temitope_daramola1

Soundman: @olaidejelili

Make up: @omowunmiabiodun

Production Assistant: @adetunji_akanbi_alatata

Costumier: @salahi_olalekan_ayanmon

Media/Publicity: @ehyordaboss

@amiloaded

@spyLoadedNg

@Ayoolabiyi

@ojopagogo 

@ogboluke

@abeniagbon

@peterfatomilola

@Tafaoloyede

@official_daoptimistic


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Watch out for ÌLÉPA (THE HAUNTED)




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Thursday, 6 May 2021

JAMB Novel: The Life Changer - Chapter 4 Possible Questions, Meaning & Synonyms

May 06, 2021 0

JAMB Novel: The Life Changer - Chapter 4 Possible Questions, Meaning & Synonyms

Life Changer Chapter 4 Likely Questions

1. Who were Salma’s roommate in the Hostel?

Answer: There were four girls in the room, Salma herself from the North, Tomiwa from the West, specifically from Ibadan, Ngozi from Umunze in Imo State and Ada from Benue State or Middle Belt as she insisted people called her place of birth

2. Which hostel was Salma given?

Answer: Queen Amina Hall

3. Why did she not like the Hostel?

Answer: She didn’t like her roommates. She thought they will disagree with her lifestyle.

4. Who were Salma’s Roommates?

Answer:
Tomiwa – Lover of music, fashion and entertainment
Ngozi – quiet and reticent. Generous
Ada – They eat rat In there place

Salma and Tomiwa were Muslims while Ada and Ngozi were Christians

5. Which school did Salma first gain admission to?
Answer: Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria

6. Who were the men in the Benz
1. Labaran
2. Habib (Car Owner, Politician, Speaker)

7. How old was Salma?

Answer: She was Barely 20 years, Not more than 20 years. She was a Teenager.

8. Who was the most disciplined lecturer in the school?

Answer: Doctor Dabo

9. Why did Salma hiss?

Answer: Doctor Dabo was not her type of man and even if the world were bereft of men, she would never agree to date Doctor Dabo.

10. Where did the men in Benz Pick Salma?

Answer: Kwagila and dropped her off at Abu Zaria hostel

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JAMB Novel: The Life Changer - Chapter 4 Summary, Possible Questions

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JAMB Novel: The Life Changer - Chapter 4 Summary, Possible Questions

The Life Changer (Chapter 4)

Salma casually walked into the office holding her registration files firmly across her chest. She was barely twenty years old then and doubtless in the prime of her youth. She was endowed as a woman and was too willing to flaunt her elegance.


She was always dressed in tight-fitting jeans trousers and body hugs top that stopped just short of being indecent. Salma was a reckless dresser and she was all too aware of the femininity she exuded and the effect this had on members of the opposite sex.


She revelled in the hunger she saw in the eyes of men as they shamelessly ogled her body when she walked past them. This was called freedom. She thought. The university had a lot of this and no one could reprimand you for daring to dress the way you wanted so long as your attire stopped just this side of decency.


Doctor Dabo was a highly disciplined lecturer and he was never heard to engage in any form of underhandedness with any female student, or any student for that matter. Today, however, as Salma walked towards him with her registration files across her chest, he felt a lump rise in his throat.


He had never seen a girl look so alluring and beautiful. He swallowed hard and chided himself not to disgrace himself. He must not put his reputation on the line. He had been in the university for more than a decade and many students graduated in his hands. They all had singular respect for him. He ensured that he treated his students justly. He was a stickler for time. Consequently, he was always punctual to lectures.


His rule was very simple, “Don’t come in after me.” If he entered the class before you, you did not bother entering. The students knew this. In fact, his punctuality was phenomenal to the extent that the graduating students warned the incoming students beforehand that there was a no-nonsense lecturer who never allowed students into his class once he was there before them.


As for consorting with the female students, God banish the thought. It had never happened. So when this fateful day Salma walked into his office looking seductive and all, Dabo could not explain the sudden palpitation of his heart. The weather was cold outside, but he was sweating inside. What was happening to me? He asked himself. He cleared his throat and promised himself to dispose of her registration case as quickly as he could before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life.


“What can I do for you?” he asked briskly.


“I am a 100Level student coming for registration. They said you are the Level Coordinator and that you are to sign my forms.” Dabo marvelled at the confidence of the girl. 100Level and she was exuding such confidence. She must be a special breed. Almost sassy, he thought


inwardly. Dabo’s heart was still beating fast.


“Yes. I am the Level Coordinator. Have you been screened?” “Yes, sir. I was screened. It was from there that they directed me to your office.”


“All right then. Let’s see if the forms are complete.”


She handed him the forms and he studied them carefully. They were complete. He signed the appropriate columns on the forms and reluctantly pushed the files to Salma.


She hesitated before standing up and walking towards the door.


It could have been her sheer beauty, her physical appearance, or some other inexplicable signal the devil had sent to Dabo’s mind. Whatever it was, instead of allowing her to go, Dabo heard himself say, “Wait.”


She turned slowly and faced him.


“Sit down, please. Just want to ask you a few questions.” Surely that last sentence was not complete. But he wasn’t bothered.


Salma sat down.


“Where are you from?”


“I am from the north. Is there a problem, sir?” “No,” Dabo said and hesitated.


It was not normal for him to be short of words. But he seemed suddenly tongue-tied today. The girl waited.


“May I know you, please?” he said. Even to his ears that sounded clumsy. “I am a student here, sir. I think that should be knowledge enough.”


“I mean I want to know you more intimately.”


Salma instinctively knew all along that this was coming. Why it had to come from this sleazy looking lecturer who had nothing to offer was what surprised her. Indeed, it made her angry. What kind of intimate nonsense was he talking about? University lecturer? From what she heard about the man, they said he was highly disciplined and serious.


It was never in his character to have anything to do with his students particularly the female students. So why her? And for God’s sake, why now? Well, you never know with men.


“What do you mean more intimately?”


“Don’t get me wrong. I simply mean I want us to be friends.”


“It most certainly didn’t come out like that.”


“I know,” he said. “So can we be friends?”


“No, sir. With all due respect, that is not what my parents sent me here to do. In fact, you should be ashamed of yourself asking me out. You are old enough to be my father. So what kind of morality are you guys inculcating in your students when you cannot see a beautiful girl pass by without you making advances at her?.”


Dabo was pained beyond measure. He hated himself for his display of masculine weakness and hated her even more for reminding him of that weakness. But the fault was his.


“I am sorry,” he said.


“You had better be.” Salma hissed and added, “Even if the world is bereft of men, I would never go out with a man such as you. What kind of girl do you think I am?” she stormed out of the office, leaving him in confusion.


Dabo was in deep thought long after Salma had gone.


What kind of trial was this, oh God? Something I have never done! What drove me into disgracing myself like this? For more than ten years I struggled and overcame this temptation, now such a small girl was sent to try us. What kind of life was this? Please, God, let this cup pass over me.


Please God, let her not talk. She was so cheeky, this girl. She could do almost anything. Luckily, Dabo thought, I did not do anything that would warrant a serious chastisement from the school authority. I didn’t even ask her out. He told himself. He just said he wanted to be friends.


 



What was wrong with that? Everything was wrong with that, an inner voice answered him. Then he remembered he used the word intimacy. Now, that one wass erious. How do you defend yourself before a committee when they asked you to explain what you meant by wanting to know someone more intimately? God, please, let it never come to this. What kind of devil prompted me to let my guard low so? But the insult… The insult was painful. It was deep and painful. But he had it coming. If the bird chooses to fly in a cloudy weather, it should expect its flight to be cut by the rain. For a long time after Salma left, Dabo was lost in supplication. Please,


God, clothe me in the garb of your holy prophets. Let not this mishap have impact


on my life. If you guard me from this, Lord, I promise to be more dedicated and pious in the discharge of my duties and responsibilities as a moral custodian of our children here. Now and in the future. Thank you, Lord, for answered prayers. On her own part, Salma did not even spare a thought to the fumbling old man who could not even articulate himself properly when trying to ask a girl out. He did not belong to her class. People with no confidence in themselves hardly fit the category of those she would consider her friends.


So, as she went out of Dabo’s office, so did his thought go out of her head. She walked briskly to the hostel and concluded her accommodation registration.


The registration for the hostel accommodation itself had its own problems. She discovered that she did not take to any of her three roommates in the beginning. There were four girls in the room, Salma herself from the North, Tomiwa from the West, specifically from Ibadan, Ngozi from Umunze in Imo State and Ada from Benue State or Middle Belt as she insisted people called her place of birth.


In the beginning Salma did not want to stay in the room. No, it wasn’t because the hostel was not beautiful; it was the most coveted. It was the famous Queen Amina Hall. It was every female student’s dream. It housed girls with savvy. Happening babes, as they called themselves. Sophisticated ladies. It was not the hostel she did not like. It was the room.


What Salma particularly did not like about the room she was allocated was the composition of her roommates. It was as if there was a deliberate design to offend every ounce of her accommodating sensibility.


So, understandably, when her accommodation registration was done, she was wondering what accursed devil chose her roommates for her. She hated chance and happenstance, but she knew, that no one deliberately worked out whom she should share her room with. The room allocation procedure was simple really. The student was required to make the payment online and indicate their chosen hostel depending on availability and their chosen room.


You just clicked the yes button on your chosen room. And the computer screen would show transaction completed, if you secured a room, or transaction cancelled if the rooms were occupied. It followed then that the roommates were not any the wiser whom they had chosen by that simple click to be their roommates. Therefore, you were stuck with whoever you chose for the next two semesters. At least.


By the time she brought her things into the hostel and the school calendar resumed in earnest, Salma discovered that her roommates were not so disagreeable after all. Tomiwa was the brightest in the room and perhaps in her class. She was also the cleanest. Tomiwa’s ambition was to become a singer. So she was always abreast with the latest information on the musical and the entertainment scene in general. She was in the know of the latest and craziest fashion outfit. Salma became close to her.


Ngozi on the other hand was quiet and reticent. She appeared to have never left her village, spiritually speaking. She was always reserved and withdrawn. But she was also generous to a fault. She would never cook food just for herself alone. Whether her roommates ate or not, she would still invite them to come and join her while she was having dinner.


Sometimes they would decline, other times they obliged her. When they saw that this attitude of sharing her food with them would not stop, they gave in and they started cooking as one small family. This cemented their relationship and they became their sisters’ keepers. Sisters was the correct expression here.


They were cooking in turns. The day it was Ada’s turn to cook for the first time, Salma said she wanted to see all the ingredients she was going to use to make the indomie jollof.


This indomie jollof was a sort of staple food among students irrespective of sex or parental status. It was a noodles meal prepared in such a way that within ten minutes it was ready for consumption. Because it was easy to prepare and cheap to acquire, it became students’ favourite.


“There is nothing special that we are using,” Ada said.


“You don’t understand,” Salma said, “we do not want to find a leg of rat in our indomie.”


All of them laughed it off and Ada knew that Salma was teasing her as rat is her people’s delicacy. It was their loss, she said. Tomiwa on the other hand asked if they would like her village food for the kings”


“What is that?”


“Snail.”


“Snail? You mean you people eat snails?”


“It is not the kind of infantry snail you see up north. In the west, they grow real big. And they are a special delicacy. We actually farm them.”


Ngozi said, “We eat snails where I came from too.”


“Well, in this room, no one eats snail. But we can do it this way, any day any one of you misses home and she feels like eating mama’s food, you can warn us in advance so we would make our own arrangement for feeding that day.” They all agreed to this.


As God would have it, and as time went on, the only thing they as a group did not gang up to eat was rat, which in any case was never readily available in the school. As for the snail, they all indulged in its delicacy whenever Tomiwa’s parents came visiting. Again that was also not frequent, because she was from Oyo State, more than eight hours drive from the Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. Salma on her own only introduced them to the danwake delicacy which was delicious and also easy to prepare. It was a special delicacy of the Hausa up landers. All you need is flour, the normal flour they used for bread be it from wheat or maize, mash it into a paste using ground baobab leaves to mix, then you drop it into the boiling water in small balls where it would harden and a few minutes later, it was ready for eating. You could use either groundnut oil or stew to eat the danwake with.


It sounded strange and looked even stranger to the eyes of her roommates. But the day Salma prepared the dish, the knew that sometimes there was no proportional relationship between what the eyes saw and what the mouth tasted. That northern delicacy was delicious.


Food was therefore the common factor that strengthened the bond of friendship between Salma and her friends. In spite of their diversity, they came to discover that there was more in their humanity that held them together than those things that pulled them apart.


Salma and Tomiwa were Muslims while Ada and Ngozi were Christians. But this was never an issue. They did everything as one. Of course there was the funny incident that happened that almost separated the intimacy Salma shared with Tomiwa. But on the intervention of Ada and Ngozi, it was resolved amicably.


Salma was coming back from home one evening. It was actually late in the evening. It was around eight o’clock in the evening. There were no vehicles. A black Mercedes Benz car slid to the sidewalk where Salma was standing and stopped.


Salma did not budge from where she was standing.


The driver engaged the reverse gear and came to stop just beside Salma. He pressed the control button and the passenger window slid down. “Are you going our way, beautiful?”


Salma saw that there were two men in the car and she was not comfortable. It had nothing to do with their dressing. They looked decent and affluent. Indeed, if they had not stopped to offer her a ride, she would have said they were almost responsible. Still she was not very comfortable. If it was just one man in the car, maybe…maybe… just maybe. But this one that there were two of them? Well, thankfully, the distance from here to the school was not far. They could not try anything. She had nothing to lose. She shrugged.


“I said are you going our way, princess?”


When there are two men in a car and one appears too voluble, you can rest assured of two things; either he is the one who has the car or he is the one who is interested in you. They would have discussed that before they stopped. Salma did not answer. She just opened the door behind the passenger seat and entered. She closed the door gently behind her.


“Good evening, gentlemen,” she said. “I do not know where you are going. But this is Kwangila and I am going to my school, Ahmadu Bello University Zaria.”


“Then it is our way you are going. My name is Labaran.” The man behind the wheel said, as he changed gear to drive and move on.


“You have not told us your name.” “I will tell you when I am getting off.”


About ten minutes later, the car stopped at the Main Gate of Ahmadu Bello


University.


“Or would you prefer we take you right in?”


“Sure. If you do not mind, that is.” “Habib, what do you think?”


“” “By all means let’s take her in.”


Habib appeared to be less voluble than Labaran and Salma instantly decided if any of them was the owner of that car, it must be Habib. Not that she was particularly thrilled by the prospect of being asked out by Benz owner. But it would certainly be a story worth telling that a certain big man in a big Mercedes Benz had asked her out and she declined.


That would make additional name in the entries of the influential people she had consciously turned down. So now, it was immaterial who asked her out, she knew she would say no. To hell with their flashy and expensive car. What kind of girl were they thinking she was? You just gave someone a ride and you were looking for a relationship that would last eternity? Big deal.


The Benz pulled to a stop outside Queen Amina Hall, but none of the male occupants attempted to step out and open the door for Salma. This bravado, stupidity actually, that exemplified who the gentleman was in Europe had no place in Africa.


How can a lady whose limbs are in perfect working condition wait for someone to step out of a car, come round to open the door for her before she steps out? The whole thing smirks of waste of time. In any case, Salma was not expecting.

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Take Note of the Following from Chapter 3…


1. Talle was naturally quiet but this increased when he lost is dad and step mom
2. Talle was a driver at the local government office
3. Tell is the holy-holy type
4. Hiking was the district head
5. “Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihir raji’un.” The Courtier said. Meaning It means from Allah we came and unto him is our returning
6. Talle and Zakki were arrested for a crime
7. IPO stands for Investigating Police Officer.
8. The father reasoned that the kidnappers were amateurs

The Life Changer Chapter 3 Likely Questions

1. Who was the formidable boka
Answer: traditional medicine man

2. What is the real name of the quiet one?

Answer: Talle

3. Where did the quiet one hear the police syrene?

Answer: Hakimi’s house.

4. Talle was guilty of which Crimes?

Answer: kidnapping, armed robbery and extortion.

5. How long did Talle and Zakki kidnap the little boy?

Answer: One week

6. How much did the kidnappers demand?

Answer: one million and later came down to two hundred and fifty thousand naira

7. What does EMAL stand for?

Answer: Examination Malpractice

8. What drove Salma out of the university

Answer: Examination Malpractice

9. Who was alone and had no one to consult or speak with?

Answer: Talle

10. Let your man spare me his Arabi lessons. Who made this statement?

Answer: The Policeman to the Courtier.

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JAMB Novel: The Life Changer - Chapter 3 Summary, Possible Questions

The Life Changer (Chapter 3)


There was a long interminable silence in my narration. I could sense my children wanted to ask a thousand and one questions. But each and every one of them was lost in their own thoughts. In fact their silence reminded me of my own silence twenty years ago when my husband made that revelation.


For a long while I could not utter a single word. Then, after what seemed like eternity, I sighed and told my husband to go to Dr. Samjohn and personally apologise on my behalf. I could not see myself going back to the school to face my HOD after my inexcusable behaviour.


My husband understood my plight and agreed. The next week when I chanced upon Dr. Samjohn on the corridor, he greeted me jovially as if nothing ever happened. But then, he was right. Nothing ever happened. It took a while for me to wrestle with my conscience and convince myself that indeed nothing happened. And life went on as usual.


“Mum, what about the quiet one?” Omar asked.


“The quiet one? Oh, the story my husband told me about our neighbour?” “Yes, mummy let’s hear that one.” All my girls seemed eager to hear that story.


I stood up to let the blood circulate to my lower limbs then resumed my seat and recounted to them the story of the quiet one as my husband told me.


I looked at Omar in the face and told him that the tale I was about to tell would be more relevant to him since he was the one leaving our tiny community to a bigger city. He should not judge people on the face value. Never judge a book by its cover. And he must learn to trust sparingly. You do not just trust everybody you meet.


I reminded them that in our little town, almost everyone knew everyone else. In Lafayette, the tradition had since been established that no stranger was hosted or given accommodation without the knowledge and approval of the District Head, the Hakimi. The wisdom of this tradition was to ensure that no criminal or fugitive from justice was harboured or accommodated in the village. Our culture of neighbourliness was superlative.


This was contrary to what obtained in the town. In the town everybody came and went as they pleased. Indeed, it was not inconceivable that two people living on the same street, or even next door neighbours could live for years without knowing who the other person was. In Lafayette the story was different. Everybody knew everybody else. In the case of the quiet one, everybody knew when he was born, or more precisely the circumstance of his birth.


His parents were bona fide citizens of Lafayette and they were known to be a very pious and humble couple. For several years after they were married they did not have children. It appeared, so the elders said, when they were about giving up, they consulted the services of a formidable boka, a traditional medicine man, and their wishes were granted. People give different interpretations to what actually transpired.


While some believed that the boka gave them some potent concoction for instant fertility, others believed that he was indeed the one who fathered the child. In either case, Talle was the result. He was called Talle on account that shortly after his birth, his mother died. Thus the secret of how he was fathered remained a secret. His father married another woman who also did not give birth to any child. So she helped in the upbringing of Talle.


Talle was not called the quiet one at birth. It was his reticent nature while growing up that earned him the title. He was never known to have engaged in fisticuffs with anyone even as a young lad. He withdrew into himself. And this silent character stood him in good stead whenever issues of responsibility arose in the community. He was barely twenty years old when he lost both his father and stepmother in a car accident. This compounded his state and he withdrew further into himself.


Talle was alone. Literally alone. He had no one to consult or to speak to. No one knew what he did with his evenings and nights, but from eight o’clock in the morning to four o’clock in the evening, he would go to work at the Local Government Office, where he served as a driver.


At the office, he was always on the first row during prayers. He was so dedicated to his piety that people actually believed that there was something about him that indicated holiness. Talle never argued on any issues; he hardly disagreed with anyone even if he was right. He never raised his voice on any one. That was how he got the appellation of the quiet one.


Then one day, just one day, things stopped being quiet for Talle.


He had unwittingly established a pattern in his market purchases over the years to the extent that the grocery stores he patronized knew at once what he was coming to buy. It thus became curious when suddenly the grocers discovered for over a week now, Talle’s requirement doubled. The people knew he was alone and could not possibly consume all the items he was buying all by himself. One of them thought it was wise to call the attention of the District Head.


 



When Talle was summoned, he gave himself away by his very inability to answer the simple questions put forward by the Hakimi, the District Head. The session began ordinarily but ended with a sad dramatic twist. “What did you buy in the market today, Talle?” the Hakimi asked.


“It was, er. a few, er, a few measures of rice and some palm oil.” Talle was fidgety and seemed suddenly ill at ease.


“What precisely did you need a few measures of rice for? Your customer here said you used to buy just a measure which lasts you a few days. The measure of gari you also used to buy suddenly doubled.”


“Yes, Your Highness. But I just thought I should buy plenty so I would not suffer want in the event I have no money.”


“So where do you get all the money to make these purchases now?” Talle bowed his head and studiously looked at the ground, the posture of an archaeologist who suddenly had a gut feeling that something precious was hidden under the very ground he stood on. He stood there mute.


The people were getting restless. They seemed to think as one that this was the one moment when the silence of the quiet one was not a virtue. He had better speak.


Just then there was a loud commotion coming from outside the gate of the District Head. There was a loud siren, as of a police vehicle or that of a military escort which came to stop outside the entrance of the Hakimi’s residence. In fact, it was not one, but three police vans that came to stop outside the gate.


The villagers were first mesmerised by this rare forceful movement and they became alarmed. It was an unholy sight. And given the speed with which they came and parked before the entrance of the Hakimi’s residence, the whole thing spelt something ominous. This had never happened in the history of Lafayette community. People thus surged to find out what was going on.


On hearing the siren from outside, Talle sprang up and bolted into the Hakimi’s house. The courtiers pursued him and brought him back. This act of attempting to run, confirmed to the people that if nothing else, Talle was guilty of something. But guilty of what? Nobody knew.


“What’s wrong with you man? Why are you suddenly scared of a siren?” one of the courtiers asked. Before Talle could respond, three policemen, armed to the teeth, barged in on the Hakimi and his courtiers.


“Is this the palace of Hakimin Lafayette?” one of the mean looking policemen asked. “Yes.” The Hakimi replied simply and added, “I am the Hakimi.”


“We are looking for one of your subjects in connection with kidnapping, armed robbery and extortion.”


“That is impossible,” the Hakimi said. “We are a quiet and peace loving people here. Our community has never apprehended even a common thief, let alone a kidnapper.”


“Well, well, we learnt differently.” The policeman turned to one of his colleagues and said, “Go and bring Zaki in here.”


“Zaki?” Everybody was shocked as Talle repeated the name. He swooned and fell. Those who observed at close range noticed that he actually urinated on his person. “Do you have a person named Talle in this village?”


“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihir raji’un.” The Courtier said. “We did not ask you for any supplication, the police officer said sarcastically.


“That was more of a pious resignation to reality,” the Hakimi said and added, “It means from Allah we came and unto him is our returning.” “Let your man spare me his Arabic lessons. Do you have a guy named Talle here or don’t you? And why is this guy sprawled on the floor?” the policeman was impatience personified. He did not even give the Hakimi the respect strangers supposed to accord him.


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“That is the Talle you are asking after?” one of the courtiers volunteered.


“Oh, in that case our search is over.” The policeman now turned to the Hakimi and said, “Who can take us to his house?” “He will do that himself. But what is all this about?” “We told you that this man is an accessory to kidnapping and extortion.”


Just then, the other policeman that was sent to bring Zaki came back dragging an obviously battered Zaki who was chained arms and legs. On the sight of the chained and manacled Zaki, Talle doubled over and, if that were possible, fainted a second time.


“Get up, my friend,” the policeman said curtly brandishing a kick at Talle’s middle.


Talle staggered up and immediately began declaring his innocence.


“Believe me, officer, I am innocent.” Talle said. “It was Zaki’s idea. He was the one who said they had a neighbour in town…” “Shut up, my friend. Nobody asked you anything. Just take us to the house, your house” the policeman growled. The Hakimi was beside himself with confusion. He had never before witnessed anything like this. And he had been Hakimi in Lafayette for over thirty years. And, come to think of it, if any act of misdeed were to be suspected in this humble village, Talle was the last person that would come to anybody’s mind. Now it appeared Talle was not only neck deep in whatever he was being accused, he was even trying to rationalize it. God, you really never know with men. Who would have thought… but what was it really that they had done?


“Excuse me, officer,” the Hakimi cleared his throat.


“Yes?” The policeman turned to the Hakimi.


“Whatever it is that this man here would have done, it is expedient that you take a witness from here so that we can explain his absence to those who may wish to know something about his whereabouts.”


“Please yourself, Hakimi.” But I can assure you that this man here would be absent for a very long time.”


“Who among you wants to follow them to town to report what is happening there?” the Hakimi turned to his courtiers and other members of the community who had earlier trooped in to complain that Talle was observed buying more foodstuff than he was used to buying. They had observed the trend for almost one week before they decided to take action.


The people cringed and turned their gaze away from the Hakimi. “Well, then,” the policeman said, “since nobody is following us to town, we would adequately inform you through the Hakimi whatever happened later.” He then turned to Zaki.


“Is this the Talle you told us about?” he asked.


Zaki nodded.


The policeman raised his baton, “Can’t you talk?” “Yes, yes. He is the one. That is Talle.”


“Ok. Let’s go.”


Two other police constables dragged Talle up and whisked him out of the Hakimi’s residence and into the waiting police van. As they drove slowly towards Talle’s house, the people, hitherto reluctant to follow Talle to town, now willingly followed the police vehicles to Talle’s house.


Once there, the policemen followed Talle into the house and shortly thereafter came out with a young boy of no more than thirteen years old. Talle was already handcuffed. He was hoisted unto the waiting vehicle where Zaki was and the boy sat in the front seat with the leading police officer who obviously was the IPO, the Investigating Police Officer.


The vehicles zoomed off and left Lafayette as hurriedly as they entered. That was the last anybody in the community saw of Talle. There was a rumour going on some years later that he was sighted in the border town up north where smuggling thrived. This rumour was however unconfirmed and it fizzled out as fast as it started.


Of course the Hakimi reported that the IPO sent a message detailing what happened in the Talle saga. Talle and his fellow conspirators were sentenced to some years of imprisonment with hard labour for kidnapping and extortion. The story the police told was intriguing in its simplicity. Talle was pressed for money and he went to town on a weekend and he met Zaki. Zaki had a better idea.


He told Talle that at the GRA, there was this businessman friend of his who would always be seen driving with his son in his car. If they could abduct the son, Zaki was sure the father would pay anything for ransom. Somehow the boy was drugged and abducted and in the middle of the night they brought the boy to Talle’s house in Lafayette and kept him for one week before the police came and freed the boy.


The boy’s father had been contacted and warned never to involve the police. The father reasoned that the kidnappers were amateurs since their asking price was one million and later came down to two hundred and fifty thousand naira. Zaki was arrested at the point of collecting the ransom.


“Wow. That is some story, mum.” Omar said. “It appears to be a general admonition to all of us. Why do you say it is of particular interest to me?”


I smiled and said, “My son, you are like that young boy in the story. You are going to the university. Do not trust anyone.”


“Surely, mum…”


“I understand. Of course you will make friends and all that. Just be careful.”


“If he likes, let him trust everybody,” Teemah said.


“Mum, I’ll…”


“Yes, I know what you will do. But whatever you would do, don’t get mixed with bad company.”


“Like kidnappers, mum?”


“Nope. Like cultists and those who engage in EMAL.”


“E- MAIL?”


“EMAL. Exams malpractice.”


“Oh, it was an acronym too?” “It has many names.


“Surely, I will avoid that.”


“You remember Salma?” Bint raised her hand as if attempting to answer a question in the classroom.


“Yes, my dear?”


“Salma is that student who embarrassed herself during your registration.”


Zbint declared.


I was impressed. “Clap for my Bint.” The others clapped half-heartedly.


“Well, if you remember, by her confession, our school was not her first,” I said.


“How did you know, mum?”


“She told me. We later became friends. It was exams malpractice that drove her out of the university.”


“How?”

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