college relationship. .... one year later

After you’ve been with someone for 12 full months, you might look back and notice how much things have changed. You’re less nervous around them, but you’re also not as passionate as you both once were. You shave less and you all but give up cleaning whenever they’re coming over. Things are just different. But of all the things that change, none are more true than these:

1) You Answer The Phone On The Toilet

Not only that, you’ll outright tell them when you’re having a piss. For lads, you’ll have no issue telling your girlfriend that you had a monster of a shit last night after a bad curry and pints. A little different from the early days of dating right? Back then, you pretty much ensured your new girlfriend or boyfriend didn’t even know you had a bum-hole.

2) Hot Dates = Pizza And TV

Gone are the days of romantic gestures, fancy dinners or one-on-one drinks. Instead, you plan a night together only to simultaneously realise….this is already a sure thing. Why go through the effort? Screw it, lets stay, hop under a duvet and watch whatever’s on while feeling each other up. And there’s nothing wrong with that!

3) Sex Is Like Treating Yourself To A Takeaway

There was a time when the promise of sex was like getting a new jet-ski or going to an epic concert with your mates, Kanye West and Beyonce. After a year of sex on tap though, it gets less exciting. It’s good, you’re still going to have a great time, but you don’t start vibrating with excitement at the thoughts of it. It’s more like the decision to buy a new pair of socks. Or saying “Fuck it, I’m not cooking for myself. Let’s get a pizza.” It’s great. But whatever. But still great.

4) Hairy Legs And Hairy Backs

Your new boyfriend will never, ever know that you have gorilla legs…..unless you’ve been going out for a couple of months. After that, it gets less important. Why bother going through the pain of waxing? It’s not like he’s going to break up with you for having hairy legs every now and then! Same goes for guys who happen to have incredibly hairy backs (you know who you are). After a year of dating, this is where you find out if it’s true love: your soul mate will love you regardless of your dog back.

5) Your Siblings Are Their Allies

That first polite meeting of the parents is always fun, right? They’re always so polite, nervous and try everything to get on everyone’s good side. And your siblings are naturally distrustful and wary. Until you’ve been going out long enough to feel like a sure thing. Then everything changes. Suddenly your brothers and sisters get really loose with embarrassing stories from your childhood and absolutely tear into you. All with your now long-term girlfriend/boyfriend cackling by their side.

6) “We’re watching this!”

You know how when you’re going out first, you bring someone to the cinema and it’s all “What do you want to see?” “Oh, I don’t mind, what do you want to watch?” “I really don’t mind, do you want to see that horror movie?” “Only if you do, I don’t mind at all” “Well I don’t want to watch anything you don’t want to watch.

Dear god, it gets annoying! After a year though, you get a lot more honest and say exactly what you want. “I want to watch this chick flick with Channing Tatum!” “No, fuck that, let’s watch Fast And The Furious 6.” “No, we watched that shit prison movie last time, it’s my turn.” “But your taste in movies is shit!”

7) You’re Owed Sexual Favours

Another thing that happens is that after a year or so of going out, you know all the things your partner is into. And they learn all the things you’re into. And more than likely, these things aren’t always going to overlap. It takes time to get to this stage, but when you do, you can use it for bargaining. Have to go a party being held by someone you hate? Well, all right then. But you have to do that thing I like.

“Aw man….better stock up on whipped cream.”

8) You’ll Eat Fried Chicken In Front Of Them

Unless you have absolutely no shame whatsoever, you’re not going to eat a big greasy chicken leg in front of your date. It’s easily one of the least attractive things to see in anybody, so you’re not going to ruin your chances with this hot new guy/girl by stuffing your face in front of them. After a while though, you remember that fried chicken is fucking delicious. And they know it too. If they can’t love you for eating delicious chicken, then it’s not love!

Onome (+18)

It was on a Saturday morning (definitely not this morning cos am in the toilet *diarrhoea ish*) that I decided that I was going to do something about the excess weight i’d been adding up in a very long while. My job doesn’t usually give me the time to do workouts early in the morning before leaving my house, I was usually very tired to do anything (but maybe, have sex with any of my usual ‘bed-mates’) when I returned from work.I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen to give myself another sumptuous breakfast laden with fattening elements, I decided that I was going to register my fat ass at a Gym Club. If I don’t do anything about myself, before i turned 50, I’ll have to live a life of obesity and constant cardiac arrests.I finished up my meal, had a shower, dressed in casual wear and got in my car, I drove into town grinning from ear to ear like a kid, feeling good with himself about the enormous feat that he was about to achieve…I had noticed a few of those gym clubs driving around earlier, but there was always one which had caught my attention, that was the one i drove to. “PAWAHFITNESS” was boldly written on the face of the building with pictures of extremely muscular men…and a few women who didn’t really look female. The thought that had to come into my mind right then was…”how do these types of women have sex?”I didn’t go there looking for muscles obviously…just to work out and keep my humble self in good shape, so that ladies wouldn’t have to start treating me like a ‘Sugar Daddy’. I walked up to the dude sitting behind the reception desk to make enquiries. He laid down the different programmes they had for me. I was quite awed by the very expensive amount it had to take me to work out in such an outfit.I grumbled a few but chose one of their programmes which came at a moderately affordable price. I asked if I could start on the same day and I received an affirmative answer.My trainer, a fairly muscular lady who looked sexy in her tights told me that she would only instruct me for a month, as a beginner, and after that, I was going to be given my ‘freedom’ to do whatever I wanted to, I accepted.She introduced me to the rest of the group of newbies’. When I met this group, I realized that my coming to register in this Gym  was probably the wisest decision I had made all my life. The person I was afraid I was going to become when I turned 50 was nothing compared to the ‘entities of flesh’ that walked around in sports wears and track suits waiting to be trained by the instructor.I had never seen so many fat people gathered in one place in such manner in my life. So I was genuinely apprehensive…and careful, not to hurt any feelings so they wouldn’t have to grab me and rain hell on me.But among all the massive people that i saw there, there were a few normal ones. Some were just like I was.People who were looking to get back in shape and it was among these few that I noticed a very pretty lady. Shewasn’t fat, but also wasn’t the normal average shape a woman usually is. Kinda like the Jennifer Hudson size.She wasn’t wearing one of those skingripping outfits that the others were killing their selves with. She was in one of those army combat shorts, with a navy blue T-Shirt over it, and white sneakers. Over the course of the month in which I had tobe under the sexy female trainer, I got closer to her and found out a fewdetails about her.Her name was Onome, She hails from the Ibo speaking parts of Delta state. She was an Estate Agent in one of the biggest firms  in the City and perhaps the whole country in general, and then it felt like I’d hit my face against a brick wall when shebrought it to my knowledge that she was in a serious relationship which she hoped would lead to marriage. I felt all my ‘aspirations’ vanish from my mind.Yeah, I knew the type of guy I was and the fact that I had wanted to fuck her from the moment I’d set my eyes on her. But when a lady talks about something as important as getting married to the man she loves, there was nothing I, or the evil person that existed inside of me, could do about it, that is the single strip of dignity left in me.So we were ‘just friends’ for a few weeks, before fate decided to throw a whole lotta madness at us. Onome called me one day, crying over the phone to tell me that the guy she was supposed to marry had ended their 5 year old relationship. I suppressed the urge to be internally jubilant over such news. She was crying for heaven’s sake.I was supposed to console her and not be happy that the brick wall which I’d hit earlier had been bulldozed out of my way. I should have just tried to console her over the phone and wish that things wouldbe well with her, ended the call and bring that episode to an end. But instead, I told her that I was coming over to her place to find out what was going on. On my way there I keptasking myself one question. Why did she call me? I wasn’t one of her ‘besties’ like girls like to call their closest friends.A girl usually calls another girl to tellher about her relationship problems, or even if it’s a guy, it should be one you’ve known for quite a while. One who knows you very well and would know exactly what to tell you.I’d barely known Onome for a month. We saw each other every week at theGym Club,we had friendly lunches andsipped a few drinks, talked about a few things. I had totally accepted to be placed in the “very cool male friend” zone. But the question of why she was telling me about her break up and crying over the phone while she did still troubled me. As I approached Onome’s premises, i madea mental note to myself that i would strongly prevent myself from doing anything with her.Well… *sigh*She welcomed me to her lush apartment, well furnished and very tidy. Unlike my place in many ways. She was trying to force a smile on her face as she thanked me for coming. She was putting on a tshirt over pyjama trousers. Her hair was undone. It was a Thursday evening, the break-up had occurred the previous day so i guessed she must have spent the whole night crying. She told me she called in sick today, so I would know why she was still in her sleep wear. She didn’t look like she had taken a bath or eaten anything that day. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her face looked pale, she was indeed a very sad being.This was the thing that love did to humans…and girls especially.Thank goodness we do not have the capacity to fall in love Joe, the voice in my head said. I agreed with him on this one.She explained to me how it all happened, and how she noticed how he had begun to withdraw himself from her, more with each passing day. She had tried all her best to fix the rift. But nothing she had done seemed to help the situation. I did mybest at listening to her story. I really felt sad for her when she began to weep towards the end of it.Go over there and try to console her!Yeah, that was what i was supposed to do right?No, I’ve watched enough Nolly/Hollywood movies to know exactly the things that would happenafter I put my arms around her to stop her from crying her eyes out.I stuck myself to the seat I was sitting in and asked her a few questions. i asked questions based onmy experience of hearing people talk about long term romantic relationships since I’d never been in one. But no matter what I found out from her, it wasn’t going to bring her man back. So it was quite clear that Onome was back to being among the single men and women of the general society.Her crying didn’t stop; she just couldn’t believe that she had been dumped, I sighed deeply, got up from my seat, walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently, making sure to make that gesture as friendly and platonic as possible, and told her that things weren’t so bad.I didn’t know how she felt at all; I’venever experienced such a feeling before. But I went ahead to tell her that i knew how she felt. My eyes which were supposed to be focusing on her face and trying to turn it from being sad into being happy now trailed downwards and noticed the way her boobs, which were surely absent of a bra, bounced lustfully each time she sobbed. So from standing just before her and trying to console her as friendly as possible,I was sitting beside her on the couch,my right arm around her shoulder andher head just below my chin.I rocked her gently and told her that it will all be okay. So far so good, nothing ensued between us as we were in that position. But how do I ‘safely’ get out from this position? That was the question that now occupied my thoughts.Then suddenly, Onome carried her head up and turned her face to mine, tears flowed freely down her cheeks.She looked me deep in the eye without blinking for 3 or 4 seconds. I was puzzled as to why I was being looked at in such a manner. I asked her if she was alright. Instead of an answer, she asked me one question that totally threw me off.“You came here because you wanted to fuck me, right?”I was shocked, genuinely shocked, myeyes bulged, my jaw dropped. I had anopen mouth without words coming outfrom it. Totally speechless. SAY YES, YOU IDIOT! SAY YESSS!!!, the evil Joe told me.I ignored that voice in my head and asked Onome what she was talking about. She repeated the question. This meant I hadn’t imagined it being asked the first time, I pulled my hands from around her and tried to get up from beside her, my intention was to feign annoyance and act like she had hurt my innocent feelings so badly.Just as I made to get up from the couch, Onome grabbed the collars of my shirt and brought her lips to mine…she hesitated for a second, as if to reassure herself about what she was about to do, then she kissed me.Her kiss was slow at first, like she was testing the waters, to know if tofully go in or back out. But she didn’t back out. Her tongue was already working, as she tried to force it into my mouth. I wasn’t resisting her, neither was i accepting her.I just allowed my mouth to be invadedby this lady explorer. Her kiss lingered on for a while, and when she saw that I wasn’t responding she removed her lips from mine, and looked away. She didn’t say anything…didn’t try to apologize. I held her face in my left hand and turned it towards mine. She couldn’t look me in the eye. She seemed ashamed. I held her face long enoughfor her to look at me, and I could see the need in her eyes. The need to gether mind off the ache that had formed in her heart. Then i told her…“I didn’t come here because i wanted to fuck you. I came here because i love you…and I want to make love to you”Till this day, I cannot explain how those words had come out of my mouth. But I was glad that I told it to her, just after I said it, I returned her kiss, then things got heated up between us and we startedto really feel each other up. That day was one day I became very grateful to whatever it was that hadled me to that gym club because it was through the gym that I met Onome, and it was there that I had gotten the strength that it took me to carry her in my arms from the sitting room to her bedroom. She wasquite heavy, and it surprised even her that i was able to lift her and carry her to the bed.When we had both laid on the bed and her clothes had been gotten rid off, Ithen began to explore Onome’s body. I’ve been with very few thick ladies in all my years of sexual adventure. But none of them had had skin as beautiful and smooth as Onome’s. Her boobs were large and round, withperky nipples and darker areolas. Shewas smoothly shaven. Not one single strand of hair on any part of her body except the rumpled lock on her head.Her pussy was perfect. The massive flesh of her thighs, her well rounded butt-cheeks, her flared hips…this was the body of a goddess. You might not agree with me, but i am writing from experience ( ._.)Through all the while that my hands explored her beautiful body; our mouths were locked in a series of fiery kisses. Her voice had become softer, and her moans had started.I laid above her on the bed, my hands placed beside her, and our lips planting kisses on each other. I had told her that i wanted to make love to her. So that was what i was going to do. I kissed her all over her body and finally brought my tongue to taste her pussy. She had one of the prettiest i’d seen. It was a pussy meant to be eaten, i held both her thighs apart and put my tongue to work.She went haywire right then and it occurred to me that her ex-boyfriend, whoever he was, had never done this to her before. EatingOnome’s pussy could have been likened to sailing in a raging storm. She was everything but calm, I had tohold her legs still to prevent her from crushing my head with the massive thighs she possessed. The cum that spurt into my face surprised me, her orgasm had come earlier than i’d expected. My mouth was filled with her juice.I removed my face from her pussy, her breathing had increased, i was happy with myself, I laid on the bed beside her, she was stark naked while i was still clothed, she kneeled on her bed just beside me and startedtaking off my clothes, she tried to take off my shirt but i wasn’t giving her any support, she felt i wasn’t interested in really shagging her, she abandoned my shirt and went for my zipper, she unzipped my fly, unhooked my trouser and freed my dick, it was in a semi turgid state, it wasn’t really hard neither was it completely soft.She smiled as she brought out my dick, I still laid there, forming been oblivious of the situation, I wasn’t shy and i couldn’t really explain why Iwas numb and inactive, I just told her a few minutes ago that i would love to make love to her and now here, I couldn’t explain why i was inactive with her gestures after she just came.Instinctively she also didnt mind my not responding to her moves, she went ahead, i guess hoping that I would join her some point down the line. One reason why I wasn’t sure about her is that the boyfriend mightbe on his way to her house to apologize only to find me shagging hisgirl. I would not like to be featured inPM News or Linda Ikeji about how jealous lover kills girlfriend’s lover.She started with licking my dick, I still maintained my position, laid back staring into the ceiling, she began tolick more intensely, giving me a handjob in the mix as she continued to lick my shaft, then she started sucking, it got more interesting for me, I was grunting in my head but i dint make a sound until i felt the tip of my dick at the back of her throat.Hmmm, I knew this was gonna be a revenge sex, I began to play my part of rebound guy more actively as i finally let myself enjoy it. She began burping up and down on my shaft, making pop sound as she spat and sucked on my dick.I held her head as she sucked intensely, i was enjoying the pleasure as she kneeled by my side. I held her head and began to fuck her mouth, my semi-turgid dick became a raging bull with my erection already at 99%. I continued fucking her mouth for a while.My own moans also became louder as she removed her head and replaced with her pussy, then she began to bounce up and down my waist as she sat on me. The sight of a chubby girl bouncing of my dick was good, her boobs were defying gravity as they continued to swing at their own accord. I wanted to fold my hands underneath my head and watch how this plays out but I wanted more. So, I made her kneel ontop of me, with her hands beside my neck then i began to jerk her from underneath.Her boobs dangled underneath her, swinging in front of me from left to right, I managed to trap one between my lips as i began to bite, suck her nipples . I began to thrust harder and faster into her, as i felt this was some sort of extended exercise from the gym. For a chubby lady, Onome can fuck well, I did a 100 fast strokes and slowed and fucked her harder, that one always made her scream harder, we continued for a while and then my nut signalled, i had less than 10 strokes to cum then i began to fuck her deeper than i had done earlier, I removed my dick as i was about to climax and allowed my cum pour out behind her ass. My dick was still hard but drooling my cum.She started rubbing the entrance of her pussy against my dick, i knew thisnight will get crazier than i thought.

The Friendly Neighbour (18+)

Happy Holidays guys I guess u guys have definitely gained some bloody weight by now and some are thinking of gaining more tomorrow while other are already deceiving themselves on their new year resolution! Well today was freaking boring can't still get strong hold of the local town I suddenly found myself in but maybe tomorrow will be better! 

Oya to lets see what my friendly neighbourhood has to offer mi in my bored state *winks*

Uncle, please stop, Funmi begged.The begging wasn’t exactly the kind of thatwas meant to be honoured.And here is my reason why.Funmi is a 300-level sexy 18-year-old neighbour’s daughter, who always flirts with me especially when she notices I’m leaving my apartment early in the morning. That is when she thinks it is best to go out to buy something or just have some business outside.She is always clad in either singlet or t-shirt that is really tight, with no bra underneath. Not wanting to be the horny uncle, I always try as much as possible to look away. But she always seem so excited and actually stands in my way, forcing me tostare at those nipples aggressively visible on the shirt. The angle where the nipples sit on her chest, makes me wonder how incredibly perky those boobs are.I would greet her and look up, smile a little and move on, ask her about her folks and just be nice generally.I wasn’t feeling so good this particular day,so I left work early. I went straight home.I went to The Palms to buy grub. My main aim was to go home, relax, catch up on a new show and just relax and enjoy my mini day off. As I got home, I carried the plastic bags with my laptop bag. I wasn’t struggling with them really and proceeded to my flat where I met Funmi on the stairs. She was fully dressed as she was going somewhere. She quizzed me about coming home early. I gave her the response like I usually would, not looking at her face.She looked at me with pity and collected the bag from me. I was already at my door hence I didn’t need help, but I couldn’t talk her out of it. She followed me into my apartment, helped put them in the fridge. Then she put the grub on the table for me to eat. I came back to the living room in shorts and a shirt as I didn’t trust myself with Funmi. I didn’t wear my boxer short, but knee-length shorts.She asked for a favour. She wanted my help with a Maths assignment from school. I saidno wahala.I continued watching my show and eating. My air conditioner had kicked in. It was cold everywhere. Funmi strolled back in, with bum shorts and the singlet and as usual, without her bra. I was forced to ask why she undressed.She claimed she just got back from school when I saw her.She sat at the dining table, opened her bookand buried her head in the assignment. I walked over to the dining table and sat beside her to look at the assignment. It wasdifferentiation, which I could help with, butthe sight of the boobs was a big distraction for me. I stood up and went behind her back,bent in beside her head and my hands went directly for her boobs.My hands stayed on her boobs for a while, caressing them softly. She threw her head to the back. I grabbed the boobs harder, feeling them more.Uncle, please stop, Funmi begged.How could I stop? It’s not possible. The softness of her boobs was spectacular, the feel against my hands were divine. I could massage her boobs all day.Uncle… please, Funmi said in soft erotic voice.I did not stop. I pulled the shirt from her belly up, took it off her and my goodness, the sight of her boobs are a wonder to behold from the view! She began to push herback into me, trying to feel my erection with her back. Funmi rubbed my arms as I continued to massage her boobs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up and we kissed slowly and super erotic.Without any bother in the world, I yanked off her bum short and as I rightly guessed, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pulled down my trousers, made her bend on the table belly down. The pussy was staring back at me. I put a finger in to feel her wetness and it was overwhelming.I grabbed my dick and rubbed the tip. It was getting harder, Funmi’s ass was beautiful to behold. She put her face to the side on the table, pushing her notebook as far downthe table without falling off as possible. I held her waist as I gently guided my dick into her pussy.Oh my Gawd!!!The sweet feeling of a wet, tight pussy. My dick moved in and out smoothly.Her pussy had already been flooded. I could feel the walls of her pussy holding my dick, tightening against it. My hips began to increase the tempo, with my hands holding onto her waist. She opened her legs wider, giving me a better position in between her legs.She began to moan slowly as the tempo increased. Funmi started slapping the table, as the tip of my dick touched the extreme of her pussy and the moans becamelouder. I removed my hands from her waist and placed it flat on the table. I slowed down the speed of my waist slamming into her pussy.She began to hit her soft ass against my inner thighs. I grabbed her waist and went auto-pilot on her pussy, as fast as my waistcould go. After a while, I removed my dick, and turned her around. This time she was looking up at me. I grabbed one boob, while the other hand was flat on the table for stamina.Her mouth was left ajar, with little sound escaping from her vocal chords, while the other hand firmly squeezed her boobs, isolating the nipples in between her fingers. I joined in the fun, squeezing the boobs with intensity and that’s when the moans increased.My dick inside was home finally. So this is what she wanted. I loved it too. The air conditioner was blowing at its best, but the heat of our sex was still there.I could feel my seed. I ejected my dick from her pussy and blasted it onto her belly. My goodness! This is exactly what I needed. I feel better already.I left her on the table, yanked off my shorts, and went to the sofa. I sat there, trying to recover my strength. She came over, sat on the floor in between my legs, with her face in between my thighs, looking at my dick in the eye. She looked at my face,with her hands holding up my dick from the tip and giving it a good lick from the bottom to the tip of the dick.I hope this assignment arrangement lasts for a long time to come.

MUHAMMADU BUHARI, Nigeria’s Strictest Leader part3

Buhari's Family

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MUHAMMADU BUHARI, Nigeria’s Strictest Leader part2 here

LOVE, ROMANCE AND MARRIAGE

General Buhari's first wife was the late Hajiya Safinatu (nee Yusuf) Buhari. He courted her when she was fourteen and married her at the age of eighteen. A very shy and conservative Muslim woman, she was not too visible on the social radar. They married in 1971 and the marriage was blessed with four children, all girls (Zulaiha Magajiya (the first daughter, and she was named after Buhari's mother) Fatima, Hadizatu Nana, and Safinatu Lami). Buhari was so focused on salvaging Nigeria that he preferred to remain single throughout the Nigerian Civil War (1967-1970) and it was not until the war ended that he got married to his sweetheart, Safinatu. Although he was so passionate about his job that he was said to have being 'married to the Army', he always called his wife on the phone on a regular basis. As the First Lady of Nigeria, Hajiya Safinatu was not in the spotlight. Actually, she avoided the limelight for religious and cultural reasons, and coupled with the fact that her husband led a life free of ostentation, Nigerians do not know much about her.

The late Hajia Safinatu Buhari was born in Jos, Plateau State to the family of the late Alhaji Yusuf Mani (a descendant of the Fulani scholar-warrior, Shehu Usman Dan Fodio) and the late Hajia Hadizatu Mani on the 11th of December, 1952. An indigene of Mani Local Government in Katsina State of Northern Nigeria, she attended the Tudun Wada Primary School in Kaduna from 1959-1960 and later the Nasarawa Primary School, Katsina (now Dikko Memorial Primary School) owing to her father's transfer to Lagos to work as the Private Secretary to the late Alhaji Musa Yar'adua, the Commissioner for Lagos Affairs in the Federal Cabinet of the First Republic.

Following her primary school education, she attended the Women Teachers' College in Katsina and bagged her Grade II Teachers Certificate in 1971. When she finished from the same college at the age of 18, she married General Buhari just two days after her graduation. The marriage produced five kids: Zulaiha (now late), Fatima, Musa (now late), Hadiza and Safinatu. In the year 1998, she was diagnosed to have diabetes mellitus in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and for eight years, she battled the condition until she breatheed her last on the 14th of January, 2006. A foundation, the Hajia Safinatu Buhari Foundation (HSB) was formed by her late daughter, Zulaiha, in her honour.

After Buhari was released from jail, he divorced Safinatu for reportedly receiving financial assistance from IBB while he was in prison. Later in December 1989, he got married to Hajiya Aisha Halilu, a Fulani lady from Adamawa State.

Here, Aisha Muhammadu Buhari (in red gear) arrives at a fundraising dinner for female contestants of the Congress for Progressive Change (CPC), her husband's party at the International Conference Center, Abuja.

Hajiya Safinatu later died in February 2006 from the complications of diabetes. The Hajiya Safinatu Buhari Foundation (HSB) was created by her late daughter, Zulaiha, in her honour. The foundation caters for destitutes suffering from diabetes (now, that's a noble idea).

FAMILY AND CHILDREN
General Buhari's children - Fatima, Hadiza, Zulaiha, Aisha, Safina, Halima, Yusuf and Zarah.

General Buhari with his wife, Aisha, and kids.

General Buhari's family in 2011.

-On Friday, the 30th of November, 2012, the death was announced of Zulaiha, Buhari's eldest daughter. Described as a most humble and gentle person by her friends, she was born on the 5th of December, 1972 and had her nursery school education in the United States where her parents were based then. Later, she attended the Air Force Primary School (AFPS) in Lagos and then to the prestigious Queens College, Lagos. In 1985, she continued in the second year at the Federal Government College, Kaduna and finished in 1990. For her university education, she attended the Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria where she bagged a degree in economics.

The late Zulaiha (left) during the World Diabetes Day, November 14, 2010 at her mother's foundation, Hajiya Safinatu Buhari Foundation for People Living With Diabetes. Zulaiha created the foundation in honour of her late mum who died of complications from the disease.

The late Zulaiha, General Buhari's eldest daughter.

Later, she finished her postgraduate studies in management in the same school and got a diploma. She worked at the Ministry of Solid Minerals and Steel in Kaduna until her demise shortly after delivery. Before her death, she was also the Treasurer of the Nigerian Institute of Management (NIM). An active community worker, she worked without making any noise in other non-governmental organizations in the country despite the fact that she had a long-running battle with sickle cell anaemia. Her sisters fondly called her 'Yaya Babba' and she is survived by her husband, Captain Junaid Abdullahi, three kids: Halima, Muhammad Buhari and the baby girl after whose delivery breathed her last at a private clinic in Kaduna.

PERSONAL STYLE AND FUN THINGS ABOUT HIM

-He is said to be the only Nigerian leader who did not touch the prices of petroleum products from Gowon's regime.

-Buhari can be strong-headed atimes. At a time, he actually went against the orders of the Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, Alhaji Aliyu Usman Shehu Shagari. It was in the year 1983 and some Chadian forces invaded Nigeria via Borno State. Without wasting time, Buhari deployed the troops under his command to the border to repel the Chadians. As he was chasing them, he actually got into the Chadian territory. President Shagari had to order that the Nigerian troops be withdrawn but Buhari flatly refused the Presidential Order. His argument was that doing so would compromise Nigeria's security and territorial integrity. It was not until the Chief of Army Staff, General Inuwa Wushishi intervened that Buhari decided to calm down and back off from the Chadians. But note that he was not the only one who felt that Shagari was unnecessarily interfering with the duties of the military and when Shagari was finally overthrown and replaced with Buhari, it did not come as a surprise to keen observers.

-Buhari was also seen as just too iron-fisted, the Nigerian version of a Saparmurat Niyazov. For example, there was the Miscellaneous Offences Decree, under this decree, cheating in examinations, stealing or vandalizing public property such as those of the National Electric Power Authority (NEPA) or the Nigerian Telecommunications Limited (NITEL) means you will be promptly arrested, made to face military tribunals and people were jailed for up to 20 years for these offences. Some felt this was too harsh a punitive measure. Fela Anikulapo-Kuti was sentenced to ten years in prison in what the Amnesty International called trumped up charges.

-IBB and Abacha were very terrified of the Buhari/Idiagbon regime and had to orchestrate a coup of survival. According to the former Minister of Defence during Buhari's era, General Domkat Bali: “Babangida and Abacha were
really very frightened under Buhari. Nobody knew the reason but
they were really hysterically jittery and desperate.” Buhari and Idiagbonwere hinted about the plot to overthrow them but the underestimated the capacity of IBB and his gang. The coup to overthrow Buhari has been described as a coup of survival by IBB and his clique. IBB was implicated in a scandal and Buhari and Idiagbon had him slated for retirement and possible prosecution. IBB knew that the game was up for him unless he did something desperate to save his neck. And you know, desperate men do desperate things. IBB's survival instinct kicked in. According to Femi Segun, who worked as a Protocol Officer and Interpreter at the State House: "...IBB was asked to step out of the meeting which was going on because they wanted to discuss about him. For about three hours, IBB, as the then chief of army staff was just walking up and down outside without shoes and cap thinking seriously. We didn’t know what was going on but it was clear that he was asked to step out of the meeting. A few days later, he staged a palace coup."

Femi Segun worked as an Official Interpreter under President Shagari and as a Protocol Officer under Buhari. IBB later had him arrested and interrogated.

-However, it must be said that Buhari was not blindly punitive. When 250 politicians from all over the country were declared by investigators not have any case to answer, he ordered all of them released. These included Adamu Ciroma, the late Ikemba of Nnewi, Dim Odumegwu Ojukwu, Audu Innocent Ogbeh, Alhaji Aliyu Maitama Yusuf, Dr. Bode Olowoporoku, Mrs. Mobolaji Osomo, Chief Michael Koleoso and many others.

OVERTHROW

Buhari's overthrow is one of the most dramatic in the history of Nigeria. He was eased out by the same set of officers who propped him into power (a historical parallel with Gowon). The ring leaders of the coup that toppled Buhari included the dudes you know like your Facebook account password: General Ibrahim Babangida (also known as the Phoenix, Maradona and of course, the Evil Genius) and his brother-in-mischief, the late General Sani Abacha (also known as the Khalifa or the Successor). The two had paranoid fear of Buhari andIdiagbon and the rumour mill has it (I hope one day the government will declassify certain documents so we get to know more) that both generals had been implicated in some scandals. IBB on his own, was linked to some drug trafficking and IMF-related loan plundering, and as a general in Buhari/Idiagbon's regime, if you are found guilty of these charges, your own don set be that -summary dismissal from the army plus maybe 700 years imprisonment...lol! If you are lucky enough not to have faced the firing squad.

According to the analysis done by Naiwu Osahon, IBB and his clique had to get Buhari and his rigid boys out of the way. They had to shift back their planned day of the coup to August 1985 when news started filtering out that they IBB and co were already pencilled for retirement. They would wait for an inauspicious moment and grab Buhari by the jugular. On the 27th of August 1985, millions of Muslim faithfuls in Nigeria were celebrating the Odun Ileya (Eid el Kabir) and the stern Idiabon was safely away in Saudi Arabia on Lesser Pilgrimage (Umrah). There was a public holiday and the national mood was festive. No one expected IBB and his boys, or anyone for that matter to stage an ouster at such a period. They were wrong. Instead of IBB to be enjoying fried agbo (mutton) with his beautiful wife and kids at home, he summoned his boys at their various formations all over the country -it was time to make history.

David Bonaventure Mark, now the third most powerful man in the nation by virtue of his office as the Senate President of the Federal Republic was the military governor of IBB's Niger State at that time and he provided enough cover for IBB during the coup plotting. As the army chief, IBB would visit Niger State on 'routine inspection tours', and later, he and other generals would meet clandestinely to hatch their plot on how to remove Buhari. Osahon would also state that IBB and co planned the coup that brought IBB in so as to destroy the evidence of the NNPC's $2.8 billion that suddenly developed wings and transformed into a peregrine falcon (and punish the whistleblowers). At a point, when Buhari hinted at stepping down and Idiagbon insisted he would take over, IBB disagreed saying the throne was his, citing experience in plotting coups amongst other things. The SMC was divided. To worsen matters, when IBB proposed that Haliru Akilu, just returning from a course from India be made the new head of the Secret Service, Idiagbonspurned his proposal and even went ahead to select a new head for the agency without consulting IBB, who was the Chief of Army Staff. The stage was set for a showdown.

Then the Gloria Okon issue came up, she was arrested at the Murtala Muhammed International Airport with cocaine, and upon being interrogated, she pointed at two top-ranking members of the SMC. Trouble was brewing. While that was on, the late Chief MKO Abiolaimported a massive consignment of newsprint (a contraband) into the nation, and Idiagbon had no option but to impound the newsprint worth millions. Again, the Buhari/Idiagbon regime had just made another very powerful enemy (some reports indicate that MKO dropped millions of dollars to fund the Buhari overthrow). As if the turn of events was not bad enough, one Ikuomola was caught while attempting to fly out with a huge batch of cocaine. He was interrogated and in the process, implicated one of the Dantatas, one of Nigeria's most influential families. Both of them were sentenced to death. Immense pressure was then put upon the SMC by the Dantatas that the sentence be commuted to at least a life sentence.

The late Chief Moshood Kashimawo Olawale (MKO) Abiola.

As you might have expected, the two high-ranking officials of the SMC implicated in the Gloria Okon saga sympathized with the Dantatas. But Buhari and Idiagbon would hear none of that. Idiagbon queried that if the poor could be sentenced to death for drug trafficking, why should the wealthy and affluent be spared? The enemy camp of Buhari/Idiagbon swelled by the day and it got so bad that the SMC was a point completely divided into two camps and Idiagbon had to impose a compulsory leave on IBB, who was also placed under close surveillance. But never underestimate a man with the ways of the wily fox. IBB would later remove the rug under their feet, despite all the close surveillance and wiretapping.

Later on, the King of Saudi Arabia, Fahd ibn Abdulaziz ibn Al Saud would invite Idiagbon as a Special Guest (MKO, Shehu Yar'adua and the Dantatas were said to have arranged the whole thing using their immense influence to convince King Saud to invite Idiagbon, hope you get the whole plan? IBB baited MKO with the promise of his contesting for the presidency in a little while) to the Kingdom. Idiagbon, a man of integrity, was deeply honoured by the invitation, and he would leave for the KSA with a team of his supporters in the SMC, and that included the late soldier-poet, Major General Mamman Jiya Vatsa. With Idiagbon out of the country on Umrah, with his supporters, the coast was clear for the gap-toothed General IBB. It was time to strike. And they struck.

It was the evening of the 26th of August, 1985, a Monday, and the Head of State Buhari had some four interesting visitors. These were Majors Abubakar Dangiwa Umar (Harvard graduate and former ADC to General Hassan Usman Katsina, former governor of the Northern Region and Chief of Army Staff), Lawan Gwadabe, Sambo Dasuki (son of the deposed Sultan of Sokoto, Ibrahim Dasuki and now the National Security Adviser to President Jonathan) and Abdulmumuni Aminu. The five of them watched the nightly news together and after that, they brought out their guns and placed General Buhari under arrest. The next day, 6am, Brigadier Joshua Dogonyaro went on air to list all the evils of the Buhari regime but he did not state that he had been overthrown. It was Abacha who would later do that -in a cold voice.
Later, the putschists would celebrate their success and later met at Bonny Camp on how they would go about selecting a new leader. The meeting was a very colourful one as all the guests arrived in their full combat attire, kitted from head to toe. You can guess those present:

- General Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida
Major-General Sani Abacha
Brigadier-General Joshua Dogonyaro
Brigadier-General Aliyu Mohammed (Head of the Military Intelligence)
Navy Commodore Murtala Hamman-Yero Nyako (now Governor of Adamawa State, former Chief of Naval Staff (CNS) and owner of one of the largest dairy and mango farms in Nigeria)
Lt. Col. Tanko Ayuba (Commander, Nigerian Army Signal Corps)
- Lt. Col. Ahmed Abdullahi (Communications Minister)
Lt. Col John Nanzip Shagaya (Commander, 9th Mechanized Brigade, Ikeja, Lagos, later Senator representing Plateau North Senatorial District)
Major Abubakar Umar (Administrator, Federal Housing Authority)
Lt. Col. Anthony Ukpo
NB: Other IBB 'boys' included Mohammed Buba Marwa, Chris Garuba, Lawan Gwadabe, Joshua Madaki, John Mark Inienger, Tunde Ogbeha and Ndong Essiet Nkanga. IBB had taught them as an instructor back in the Nigerian Defence Academy or was their superior when he was in charge of the armoured tanks.

Idiagbon, far away in the desert kingdom of Arabia was livid with rage. Against all advice (not even an offer of a lifetime retirement in a posh mansion in the oil-rich nation could convince the Kwara General to stay back), he thanked his hosts and headed back to Nigeria where he was hailed as a hero and courageous soldier. But trust the IBB clique, Idiagbon was immediately arrested at the airport and put under house arrest. Vatsa, who was part of the Idiagbon team to Saudi Arabia came back to meet his friend and old classmate as the new Head of State. Vatsa pledged his loyalty to the new government then tendered his resignation. IBB rejected his resignation and appointed Vatsa the Minister of the Federal Capital Territory. You know the rest of the story.

JAIL

Immediately after IBB overthrew his chief, he knew the danger of letting him loose or walk around freely. So, without wasting time, IBB's boys surrounded Dodan Barracks, arrested Buhari and flung him into jail (his personal property was looted), promptly locking him up the very same day he deposed him. His ADC, Jokolo, whom he had sent to the Ikeja Cantonment to act as a sentry got the beating of his life. From the 27th of August, 1985 till the 14th of December, 1988, Buhari would languish in jail in Benin City, Edo State. His marriage would not survive his 40 months of incarceration.

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