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@PoliceNG @PoliceNG_CRU @PoliceNG_News @njcNig @ICPC_CIPC @UNODC @UKinNigeria @USinNigeria @HURIWA_NIGERIA @amnesty @AmnestyNigeria @SERAPNigeria @officialEFCC @HSBC_HK @HSBC @channelstv @ARISEtv @SaharaReporters @TheJusticeDept @cenbank @newsgovhk @NigBarAssoc @NBAAbuja @ChidiOdinkalu @BBCWorld @OlumideAkpata @CanHCNigeria @BenHundeyin @Princemoye1 @NigeriaGov @FedMinOfJustice @gtbank @gtbank_help ASP Ageme Ogbomudia (aka  Ogbemudia Ibrahim) and gang at @PoliceNG's #FCIID, #FIB, Garki Area 10, #Abuja, here are parts of the CTC of the judgement from the court in Onitsha. Your lousy lawyer will tell you about the award and the rest. Welcome to the #marathon #ScumOfTheEarth

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@TheSerahIbrahim The announcers are idiots. x.com/i/status/13939…

In the whole of Nigeria, there’s no airport you can see what time your flight is and when you’re landing. No functional display. We just depend on terrible phonetics which is mostly inaudible from staff. Yet billions are spent on airport renovations every year. Basic information system we cannot boast of anywhere.

@AbisoyeOmotosho "Upstanding citizens" of the @PoliceNG.

Police officers tried to seize a lady’s phone and ended up beating a man as well. How long will this continue? At this point, are these really officers of the Nigeria Police Force or just people hiding behind uniforms? I refuse to believe this is what policing should look like. The same people meant to protect citizens are now the ones causing fear. This cannot keep happening. @PoliceNG @PoliceNG_CRU

Why do some officers look like they’re trying to blend in with criminals instead of standing out as law enforcement? Nigeria Police Force @PoliceNG @PoliceNG_CRU @TunjiDisu1 If it’s a covert operation, fine… but shouldn’t there still be some level of professionalism in appearance? Is there no clear dress code in the Nigeria Police Force, or is it just not being enforced?

My daughter Annika is proudly autistic and 12 years old. She drew this butterfly from a photo she took herself — every vein, every scale, rendered by hand on a tablet. She signs everything she makes. Dates it. Like she already knows it matters. She's turning 13 tomorrow. Please share this for her birthday. Let's make her day.

In court this morning, there was this case where EFCC arrested and detained someone for 16 days. The suspect, through his lawyer, filed a fundamental rights action challenging the continued detention. When the EFCC lawyer was explaining why the suspect had been in their custody, omo… the court sparked. The judge told EFCC: “You people can be lawless sometimes. Why will you detain somebody for 16 days without a court order? That is why you people lose cases up and down.” The court was visibly angry (and honestly, why EFCC go detain person for 16 days? E get as e be). Imagine say the reason for the arrest and detention na because the suspect dey owe somebody one million naira. Since when EFCC become debt recovery agency? Finally, the court gave judgment against EFCC, the police, and the creditor (the person wey the suspect dey owe). The court ordered them to pay ₦1.2 million to the suspect/applicant for unlawful detention. So you see why you should not sleep over your rights. Our judges are still here doing justice and being the hope of the common man. My advice: Stop using police and EFCC to recover debt — it is illegal. If you are arrested unlawfully, tell your lawyer to file a fundamental rights enforcement suit ASAP. E dey help. If you like argue my advice… that one concern you. © Law Parlor

There was a man who fixed my car every time it had no business being fixed. Small workshop behind Aguda market. No signboard. Just a hand painted arrow on a wall that said mechanic this way like it was giving directions to something larger than an engine. His name was Oga Victor. I found him in 2017 when my Toyota decided to stop participating in traffic on a Wednesday morning. Someone described a man two streets away who could resurrect anything with four wheels and a problem. He came out wiping his hands on a cloth that had given up being clean years ago. Looked at the car. Looked at me. Said bring it in like the car had simply made a bad decision and he was willing to hear it out. 2 hours later it was running. I asked what was wrong with it. He said it was tired. I said cars don't get tired. He said everything gets tired. Then he named three actual mechanical faults and the car being tired was still somehow the most accurate part of the diagnosis. I became a regular. He had a broken chair outside his office. Scratched. One leg shorter than the others. He had placed folded cardboard under it sometime in 2009 and it had been level ever since. This attention to the small thing told you everything. He talked while he worked. About his 3 boys. All in school. Oldest paid from the workshop. Middle one had a scholarship he spent six months helping the boy apply for. Youngest was 7 and already lying under cars asking questions Victor said were better than some apprentices he had trained. He said he was building mechanics. I said he was building engineers. He smiled and said same thing done properly. 2020 lockdown came and took everything it could reach. I called him in week 3. He picked up sounding exactly like himself. I asked how he was managing. He said the lockdown gave him back his own house. Said he was fixing things that had needed attention for years but the workshop was always the priority. I sent him something. He called immediately and said it was too much. I said it wasn't enough. He said we would argue about it when the road opened. We never argued about it. He just started checking my car more carefully every visit. Changed things before I noticed they needed changing. Left no bill for small work. We both pretended not to notice the arrangement. This was the language we agreed on without negotiating. Last month I drove past Aguda on a Saturday and stopped. He came out from under a car. Same cloth. Same hands. A few more years on his face but wearing them the way men wear years when the years were spent on something worthwhile. He said your car looks healthy. I said I came to see you not the car. He nodded like this was completely normal. We sat outside for an hour. Before I left he said people bring him broken things every day. Cars mostly. But sometimes it is not really about the car. Said a man's relationship with his vehicle tells you where he is. Whether he is maintaining things or just hoping they hold long enough to get somewhere. He said most people are just hoping. I drove home thinking about what I was maintaining and what I was just hoping would hold. And i realise some people fix more than what you bring them. They fix the part of you that wasn't sure things could be fixed at all. And they charge you nothing for that part. Because they know it was always the most important repair.

Important Documents you must ask for before buying land in Nigeria 1. If the person says that the land was gifted to him, ask for a Deed of Gift. 2. If the person says that he bought the land, ask for Deed of Assignment, Deed of Conveyance or Irrevocable power of Attorney. 3. If the person says the land was shared between him and someone else, ask for Deed of Partition. 4. If the person says that he is holding the land in trust for a minor, ask for Deed of trust. 5. If the person says that the land is a family land, ask for written consent of the family head and principal members of the family or the family resolution. 6. If the person says he inherited the property without a Will, ask for the Letters of Administration. 7. If the person inherited the land from a late person who made a Will, ask for the grant of probate or Deed of Assent. Buying land is not something you should do in a hurry, ensure that you conduct due diligence before you make payment. All the best. © Emmanuella Ojialor Which of these documents does your land have? Which of them have you not heard of before?

@MediaBoyfriend It now makes sense 👇🏾 x.com/i/status/20423…

@MediaBoyfriend Rubbish. The perfect villain does not have a name? Her crimes didn't have names? Did she pay her debt to the society for her despicable actions, in any way? Again, this is pure rubbish.

The British man that ruined the image of Akwa Ibom Gary Foxcroft did a documentary that blew up, since then, Akwa Ibom’s vision of becoming the “Dubai of West Africa” got slowed 📺imainthecity

Africa’s most honest architecture is increasingly coming from its women. Nzinga B. Mboup grew up between Mozambique, Cameroon, South Africa and Senegal. She saw what colonial urbanism did to African cities. Then she decided to build differently. Her practice Worofila works with compressed earth bricks, typha plant fiber, and self-supporting earthen vaults, materials that have kept people cool in West Africa for centuries. In Dakar, where concrete dominates because it’s cheap and politically convenient, that is a radical act. She puts it plainly: “Why did we ever stop building with earth?” Nobody has a good answer. Nzinga B. Mboup | Worofila | Dakar, Senegal 🇸🇳

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Follow up on my experience as a Keke rider; After my last post, many people messaged me saying, “Ahh, we didn’t even know it was this deep.” But honestly… I still didn’t finish talking. Let me expose another side 👇🏽 STICKERS. In this job, you don’t just drive… You survive by stickers. In Lagos State, you must buy: • Local Government sticker • State sticker • Zone sticker • Plus 2–3 others depending on your park chairman’s “decision” Each one? Minimum ₦2,000 and above And it doesn’t end there. Last year, they introduced another one: ₦10,000 sticker ₦2,000 registration Compulsory membership ID If you don’t have it? NURTW taskforce will stop you. You’ll pay ₦10,000… and still won’t be given the sticker. Another one catches you again? You pay again. Until you finally “comply.” Tell me… is that business or punishment? — Now come to Ogun State… It’s even another level. You have 3 different unions: • TORAN (Tricycle Owners & Riders Association of Nigeria) • TWORA (Three Wheeled Owners Riders Association) • ROTO (Riders and Owners of Tricycles and Trikes of Ogun State) Each one has its own taskforce. Each one has its own sticker. Each one must be settled. Then add: • Hackney Permit (state own) Each sticker? ₦2,500+ And if you don’t buy early in January? Price jumps to ₦5k – ₦7k per sticker Same sticker. Different price. No explanation. — Let me shock you more: A ticket that clearly says ₦200… You’ll end up paying ₦1,000+ No receipt. No accountability. Just pressure. — Some junctions in Ogun? Police will stand there like toll gate. You pass → you pay They give you number That number now becomes your “evidence” that you’ve paid. Miss that point? Another officer will collect again. — And people still say: “Just work hard.” — Let me add what many transporters face daily (not just me): • Harassment and intimidation by taskforces and unions • Multiple illegal levies and duplicate tickets everywhere • Union extortion without real support when accidents happen • Rival unions fighting and forcing riders to pay different groups • Violence, threats, and clashes within the system itself So it’s not just “your area”… It’s a nationwide problem. — Now the painful truth: Many of these people doing this… Are backed by power. Which is why it continues. — But what can we do? We cannot keep quiet forever. Here are realistic steps I would advice if possible though not realistic: 1. Document everything Record, take pictures, keep evidence. Silence is what keeps this system alive. 2. Push for single-ticket system One verified daily payment. Not 10 different collections. 3. Digital receipts If payment is real, it should be traceable. 4. Government accountability If unions are working with government, then government must regulate them. 5. Driver unity The biggest truth: Division is their strongest weapon. 6. Public awareness Passengers need to understand why transport costs are rising. — Because at this point… This is no longer “transport work.” It’s survival inside a system designed to drain you. — I’m not writing this for pity. I’m writing this so people understand: When you see a keke rider on the road… You’re not just seeing a driver. You’re seeing someone battling: The system The unions The road And life itself All at once. — Respect the hustle. It’s deeper than you think.

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THE RULE OF LAW MUST PREVAIL Our client, @Ola_Mi___De, has regained liberty after nearly 48 hours of unlawful detention. All parties, including Metro & Castle Limited, its lead counsel Precious Ajuzie, and the police officers involved, must be held accountable.

Another case again, let’s keep retweeting, tagging them and sharing please till we get attended to🙏🏿 All this has to end! @PoliceNG @PoliceNG_CRU

During my undergraduate studies, I developed a strong interest in Environmental Law, with my final year project focused on the topic: “Environmental Law as a Panacea for Sustainable Development in Nigeria.” This foundational knowledge inspired me to specialise in Maritime Law, Law of the Seas, Petroleum, and Oil & Gas Law at the master’s level. Through my involvement in environmental law litigation, I gained valuable practical experience and a deeper appreciation for the law of torts in real-world application.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

It was reported to me that these same officers from the viral video have done it again. A victim shared how they were stopped around Abule Ado, taken to a corner, then handed over to the one in charge. From there, they collected his phone, threatened him, and extorted ₦204,000. There is even a receipt to back it up. The faces in these screenshots and videos are the same officers involved. This is not a one-off incident, it’s a pattern. How many more people have to go through this before something is done? This has to end.

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