Revealed: What Jonathan, Babangida Discussed Sat In Minna

Former military president Ibrahim Babangida made no commitment on the 2015 presidential poll to President Goodluck Jonathan at a meeting in Minna on Saturday, The Nation has learnt.

Babangida only raised issues on how to keep the nation united during and after the general elections – contrary to the widespread insinuation that he endorsed Jonathan’s bid for another term.

After the visit, Jonathan has started reaching out to key emirs and leaders of the North to back his re-election bid.

He may soon visit these leaders as part of his action plan to reduce the influence of the All Progressives Congress (APC) presidential candidate, Gen. Muhammadu Buhari.

The details of the meeting between Jonathan and Gen. Babangida were revealed in Abuja by one of the key aides of the former military leader.

The talks between the two leaders in Minna created ripples in the North, with many highly-placed Northerners bombarding Gen. Babangida with calls on what actually transpired.

The aide, who was at Gen. Babangida’s Hilltop mansion when Jonathan visited, said the talks had nothing to do with the general elections.

The source said: “It is true that the President visited Babangida at his Minna Hilltop mansion but the nature of his message was based purely on unity of the country and not about 2015 presidential election.

“As a former president who fought for the unity of the country, he was of the view that the President needs support as President and not as presidential candidate per se.

“It is his view that the country needs to be united as one before we can begin to talk about election. Only a united Nigeria can guarantee credible election.”

The aide, who requested anonymity, said, “What IBB said should be viewed within the context of the larger Nigeria interest and not that of any parochial interest that is likely to unsettle the system.

“Those of them who fought in the civil war to keep the country one understand the dynamics and challenges facing us now in the face of grave insecurity and poor economic realities,” he said.

Besides, said the aide, those criticising Gen. Babangida should take it easy as he belongs to the PDP “even as a nominal member.

“As a leader and former president who was privileged to preside over the affairs of the country and who also fought in the civil war, he will continue to speak the language of unification than that of division,” he said.

Gen. Babangida’s view, according to the aide is that as a President who is facing crises, Jonathan deserves the support of all to keep the country together, irrespective of all the manifest imperfections.

Jonathan is said to have started reaching out to top Emirs and leaders in the North to checkmate Gen. Buhari’s influence.

A source spoke of the battle between Jonathan and Gen. Buhari has shifting to the North, adding that he has been consulting some prominent Emirs and leaders on why he should be given second term in office.

“The President, Vice-President Namadi Sambo, PDP governors and leaders will be embarking on shuttles to some of these key Northern leaders for support.

“They are desperate to take the battle to Buhari’s stronghold but no one can say whether the President and the PDP can go far or not,” said the source.

Another source added: “Jonathan’s game plan is to split the North.

“This explains why Northern leaders were concerned about the President’s renewed interest in the North after he failed the region in many promises he made in 2011.”

culled from the Nation

Pastor's Daughter (+18)

After that first episode with Chioma,we started fucking all around the house like newly weds. Every moment we were alone, we would be in each other’s arms, either totally nude with me thrusting hard and fast into her or partly clothed while she sat onmy dick and rode me joyfully.Sometimes she would be in the kitchen preparing dinner and I’d sneak in behind her and grab her ass. She would gasp and tell me to stop the act seeing that my parents were in the sitting room watching the 7o’clock news. I didn’t care, I just wanted to have more orgasms. And since I couldn’t go out and ask any other girl for it, I wanted to exploit my one and only source till it dried up like a well that had run out of water.Well, the well didn’t dry up, the blady thing moved outta town.We had been at our hide-and-smash game for a little more than 2 months when she suddenly became cold towards me. Every time I tried to initiate sex, she would refuse. She started locking her door before she slept so I couldn’t sneak into her room anymore. Once while she was bathing and I walked naked into the bathroom with the full glory of my erection in view, feeling like a walking Greek sculpture, she screamed at me and told me to leave.Even threatened to say to my folks that I tried to rape her if I refused to leave. My very last attempt was when I tried to do the “kitchen sneak” on her. I had tiptoed to whereshe stood busy with what she was doing and slid my hand beneath her skirt, reaching for her crotch with my fingers and trying to slid a finger into her when she’d turned around quickly, brandishing the knife she’d been chopping carrots with, intending to cut my head off. I’d quickly dodged and the knife had slightly cut me just at the side of my face. I stepped back with fear as shepointed the knife at me with a scowl on her face to show she had meant it.I was angry, but at the same time, didn’t want to do anything that wouldattract my parent’s attention towards Chioma and I. After that incident, I never attempted to touch her again. It wasn’t until a few days later when I came back from School to hear my Mom screaming at the top of her voice at Chioma. I later eavesdropped on the conversation, I realized that she had caught Chioma vomiting into the toilet at the early hours of the morning. From what I’d watched from numerous nollywood movies at the time, I realized then that Chioma was pregnant.At first, the news hit me with such dreadfulness that I just went into my room and sat on my bed, wishing that all the events of the past few weeks never happened. That first orgasm, the many after it, all the sexcapades we had enjoyed. The slamming and the thrusting, the damn porn CDs Angela had given to me. I just wanted to undo everything. If Chioma was pregnant,then the seed within her was surely planted by me. It never occurred to me that someone like Chioma could beletting other dicks that were not mine to penetrate her coochie.In my childish mind back then, she was mine alone. Only I had access to that sweetness between her legs, I had thought.I had believed she was too humble andtoo obedient to my Mom to actually befucking other guys while she stayed with us but it became clear to me, when she mentioned the name of two guys she’d slept with under much lashing of whip by my mother. She never mentioned mine, and I just kept my mouth shut while she was being forced to spill the whole truth.At the end of it all, she had to leave. My mom told my dad that she was never getting another maid, which meant my doing of house chores returned. This time, I didn’t complain. I obeyed my mother’s everycommand, just like the bible said I should. Like I was trying to please God so he wouldn’t reveal the grave secret of my sinful acts with the nowdeparted Chioma. I think that was the reason.With Chioma gone, I had returned back to where I was, the miserable loner who couldn’t have a girlfriend. The boys in my class still told stories of their sexual deeds. I had one to tell as well and felt that I should, butI kept my mouth shut and just listened but the more I listened, and thoughts of Chioma came to me, my mind just wasn’t at rest. I had a boner every time I saw a lady that appealed to my sexual senses. I bought a porn CD each week, after watching it and jerking off to it, I would destroy it. My libido had becomesomething else. And every time I laid eyes on a pretty lady, sexual thoughts would get in my head that very moment. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me.In Church the next Sunday, the pastor preached on sexual immortality and how to overcome it. Ilistened with much rapt attention and hoped to overcome the constant urges that I had to sleep with any lady I set my eyes upon. If I hadn’t been such a shy guy who couldn’t even have a decent conversation with ladies, talk less of goading theminto having sex with me, I wonder how many I would have slept with at such a “tender” age. At the end of the Pastor’s sermon, I felt renewed and assured that I could resist the desires of the flesh.Well, that thought was held strongly to heart by me until a few minutes later when I saw somebody I hadn’t seen in a while. Victoria, the Pastor’s third daughter, she had justreturned from her boarding school located in a far away state for the holiday. I hadn’t seen her in seven years, the last time I saw her, she had liked me so much that she had kept asking me to marry her.We’d been kids back then, and every time it got to play acting as “mommy and daddy” we were always together.We’d create a small room with benches and use sheets to make a door, both creep into our “bedroom” and do some things meant for adults only. All in the name of acting but it didn’t end there, whenever we were alone, she would reach for my member which was quite bigger than it should be at the time and squeeze it. I had no idea what she was doing but she told me she’d seen people do it. I didn’t care much for sexual matters at that age and time.On seeing her at the church that Sunday, I wondered if she still had such feelings for me. I would find outlater, when the daughter of the Pastor came visiting, all by herself.My parents were home when she came and I were in the kitchen, still trying to atone to God for my misdeeds with Chioma. I was surprised when I saw her and wondered the kind of courage she hadto come to our house on her own. My mom didn’t see anything wrong in it though. We caught up on old times while she sat there in the sitting room sipping the juice I’d offered her. Suddenly she asked that we go to my room, I saw a glint in her eyes which suggested that what I’d been thinking must have been true. I was worried about taking her to my room with my parents around, but I did as she asked. Vickie jumped on my bed the moment she entered my room andimmediately threw this question at me…“So tell me about your girlfriend” Sheinquired“Huh?” was what I could reply.“I said you should tell me about your girlfriend or you want to lie that you don’t have one?” She addedI was surprised at how she brazenly asked me such a question, and stammered when I replied that I really did not have a girlfriend. She still didn’t believe me.“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked in return.“I stay in a boarding school, Federal Government Girls College. There are no guys there so I can’t have a boyfriend. You attend a day school, with boys and girls and you have your own room. You want to tell me you haven’t been sneaking her inside here?” she asked with a smirk.I swallowed when I remembered Chioma. “No, I haven’t. I can’t sneaka girl here when my parents are around.”“But your parents don’t know I’m in your room, do they?” she still had that smug look on her face when she asked this.“No, they don’t but they know who you are and so it’s not a big deal. You’re the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend”“So that’s what I am to you abi, Joe? The pastor’s daughter, very good friend”I frowned and observed her for a minute, She was sitting at the edge of the bed now with both hands on her side. Legs closed together, in a black flail skirt. She was wearing a body-hugging blouse, and I noticed her boobs had grown quite big. I saw the look on her face again, like she was expecting me to do something. I just sat on my plastic chair across her and thought for a while before answering her last question.“But are you not the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend anymore?” I asked slowlyShe looked at me and sighed deeply. I just continued observing her, wondering where the conversation was leading. Out of nowhere she asked me a mind-blowing question…“Are you a virgin?”My eyes widened and my lips parted wondering what the heck was going on“Why are you asking” I replied“Tell me jorr” She repliedI observed her for a bit. “No, I’m not”“Wow, cool. Tell me about it” she said asked excitedly.Even if she had a gun to my head, there was no way I was telling her about my first time with Chioma. She pleaded and pleaded, but I refused. It was my turn to ask her if she was a virgin, she told me she wasn’t, and I was surprised and not surprised at the same time. I had suspected she wasn’t, but the fact remained that she attended an all-girls boarding school. I didn’t bother asking her to tell me about it though, we just sat there in total silence and awkwardness for a few seconds.Right then, I heard the voice of “Evil Joe” for the very first time…“Do you know you’re an idiot? How can you be so stupid? Look at a lady that used to kiss you and squeeze your dick seven years ago now grown up and swollen in the right areas asking you about your girlfriend and if you’re a virgin and you’re pretending like you don’t know what she came here for. Nigga you better behave yourself now and do what you’re supposed to before I…”I didn’t allow Evil Joe to finish beforestanding up and walking to where Vickie sat on the bed, and sitting beside her. I put my arm around her slender waist and spoke with my softest voice and came up with my best sentence at that moment.“I missed you, Vickie. Ever since you left, I always thought about you and wished that I would see you again. Maybe I don’t have a girlfriend because I’ve been waiting for you.” with that last sentence, she turned to look at me, and I saw desire in her eyes.I slowly brought my lips to hers and kissed her while I was there trying to be as gentle as ever, Vickie grabbed me and we both fell on the bed. Her hands were all over me, dragging at my t-shirt and reaching for my bare body. She moaned with each kiss, her sexual voice filling my ears and fueling my desire. She reached for my crotch and squeezed my enlarged cock. I found her boobs and squeezed them through her bra.I fondled her hard nipples just as shesqueezed my cock. The whole thing was heated up, like we wanted to each tear each others clothes away and do it totally nude, but it kept occurring to me that my parents were at home, and I didn’t want to get caught fucking the Pastor’s daughter on a Sunday evening. A plancame to my head…

By Deolu Bubble

$30bn not missing, FG replies Oshiomhole

The Federal Government has described as untrue the allegation made by the Governor of Edo State, Adams Oshiomhole, that the sum of $30bn (N5.04trn) was missing from the Excess Crude Account.

The Minister of Finance, Dr. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, said in a statement issued on Saturday by her Special Adviser on Communications, Mr. Paul Nwabuikwu, that the allegation was “shocking.”

Oshiomhole had on Thursday accused the Federal Government of failing to account for about $30bn that accrued to the ECA in the last three years.

The governor had said Nigeria’s budgets for the past three years had been based on an oil benchmark of $77 and $79, while the average price of the country’s crude had been $108 per barrel.

This, according to the governor, gives an average surplus of $30 per barrel.

“Ideally, we ought to be saving $36 per barrel on the 2.3 million barrel a day over the past three years and if you look at these numbers, you will find that what we have in our excess crude oil account should be over $30bn but as we speak, we have barely $3bn in our excess crude account.

“Over the past 18 months, we have not shared the excess crude account and yet the account is empty. Sometimes, we are told they have taken money from it to fund subsidies, including subsidy on kerosene,” he said.

But Okonjo-Iweala described the allegation as “totally untrue.” saying, “the comments reflect once again, the unfortunate tendency of some political players to politicise the management of the economy on the basis of half-truths and sundry distortions.”

The statement read in part, “The widely published comment by Governor Adams Oshiomhole alleging that $30bn is missing from the Excess Crude Account is shocking and totally untrue.

“This is not good for the country. There should be a limit to negative politics, even during an election season such as this.

“Governor Oshiomhole’s sweeping comments give the impression that the Federal Government sits alone in secret and doles out whatever it wishes to the states from the Federation Account.

“But anyone who is familiar with the Federation Accounts Allocation Committee process knows that this is simply not true. The meetings are held every month and commissioners of finance and other officials represent their states and agreements are reached on issues, including the sharing of proceeds from the Account.”

The minister wondered why the government of Edo State did not table the allegation before the FAAC committee for investigation before “going public with a sweeping, political allegation based on casual, back of the envelop calculations.”

Okonjo-Iweala stated that the Governor of River State, Rotimi Amaechi, made a similar allegation in November 2013 when he raised the alarm that $5bn was missing from the same account.

The statement added that the ministry subsequently showed, with facts, that not only was the money not missing, the Rivers State Government got N257.6bn from the account between January and October 2013.

Oshiomhole’s allegation, Okonjo-Iweala added, “seems to be cut from a similar political fabric.”

“Governor Oshiomhole correctly observed that the economy would be in better shape today if we had saved more for the rainy day. But he failed to recall that the Federal Government’s strong advocacy for a low budget benchmark and greater savings in the ECA articulated by the Coordinating Minister was repulsed by some governors.

“There is no doubt that oil theft is a challenge but this too would have helped. We do not share Governor Oshiomhole’s overly bleak view of the country’s economic prospects,” the statement added.

The ministry added that while the challenges were great and could not be wished away, an international rating agency, Moody, and the International Monetary Fund had confirmed that the economy was resilient despite the oil price crash.

Assassins killed Akure doctor, set body ablaze — Family

The family of Dr. David Akintayo Oguntuase, Head of Paediatrics at the Federal Medical Centre, Owo, who was found dead on his clinic in Akure, Ondo State, after it was razed by fire in the eve of Christmas, has said the medical practitioner was murdered.

The Universal Medical Clinic owned by Oguntuase was in flames when residents were in festive mood and by the time the bellows of fire and smoke died down, Dr. Oguntuase was found dead.

While the police in Ondo are still examining the different theories to unravelling the cause of the fire, the deceased’s family has concluded that the medical practitioner was killed by assassins and burnt to give a semblance of a fire accident.

The older brother of the deceased, Ben Oguntuase, in a statement made available to our correspondent on Friday, said, a thorough examination of the debris of the hospital and the site of the incident revealed trails left behind by the murderers and how they accomplished the dastardly act.

“They shot him in the main clinic area and carried his body to the room in the back area where they left him face down. Not done, they severed his hands and legs before proceeding to douse the body with petrol.

“The rest of the building on the inside was sprinkled with petrol before it was all set ablaze. It inferno made the building implode as the roof caved in,” the senior Oguntuase said.

He noted that the fire did not affect other surrounding buildings, suggesting that the killing was professionally plotted and executed.

Explaining the premise on which his theory was based, Oguntuase said the walls of the clinic were stained with blood showing that his brother was attacked and dragged to the place where he was eventually burnt.

He also explained that the walls of the fence showed marks of the feet of the assailants as they climbed to escape through the fence, and that the keg with which they brought petrol was left behind at their exit point.

“This case has gone beyond mere speculation into the realm of reality as to where the police should focus their searchlight to unearth the criminals and their sponsor,” he said.

Oguntuase also rejected the theories of suicide or fire accident caused by a gas explosion, saying the doctor’s body was dismembered before it was set ablaze. He added that there was enough evidence at the crime scene to assist the investigation of the police.

He said the family called on the police to investigate the matter.

The Police Public Relations Officer in the state, Mr. Wole Ogodo, said although the command had yet to get a full briefing on the development, the family would be required to come up with substantial evidences supporting their position.

“The family will come up with the evidences they have and we can assure you that we will bring the fellow involved to book. Once we get the necessary information, we will not hesitate to do our part,” Ogodo said.

Jonathan’s government not responsible —Osinbajo

The Vice Presidential candidate of the All Progressives Congress, Prof Yemi Osinbajo, has said poor management of resources rather than the lack of resources has been the bane of nation’s economy.

Proper management, according to Osinbajo, has been dodging the country for a while.

“The problem is management of resources. If we plug the loopholes, you’ll see the resources being pooled together.”

Osinbajo said this on Saturday at a parley with journalists at his campaign office in Victoria Island, Lagos.

He said insecurity would be the first thing his government would tackle as it affected every Nigerian irrespective of ethnic group, class or creed.

“Security is the first duty of any government; you cannot fight a war where leadership is uncertain; where leadership is not sure of itself and its responsibilities.

“The type of leadership we need to successfully fight a war is lacking. The commander-in-chief has responsibility for everything. You can’t continue to say your enemies did this or that. You’ve got to take responsibility and that is what is lacking in the current dispensation.

“The people I talked to in my bus trips, both men and women asked, ‘What are you doing about the Chibok girls?’ I was surprised that people here in Lagos could be that concerned. It shows everyone is concerned. My take is that as the president, you should visit these places, talk to them and let them see that you are doing something. And one of the things to be done is equipping the military.”

Osinbajo added that corruption had become the norm in Nigeria, especially in the civil service.

“We have reached a point where we need to draw a line because this country can’t continue like this. A few days ago, we heard that some billions were missing from the oil fund. You and I know that all this is so because there are no consequences. What is required is an administration where people believe that the number one man will not tolerate corruption. That is the first step.”

The stabilisation contract is another drain pipe. Billons of dollars are being lost every day. But if these loopholes are plugged, we can get something done. When oil was sold for 110 dollars everybody was saving; why didn’t we save?” He said.

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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