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  • My travails for three and a half years over child trafficking allegation —Bisket

    My travails for three and a half years over child trafficking allegation —Bisket

    Bisi Dan Musa, a.k.a. Bisket, bestrode the social scene like a colossus in the 80s, 90s and early 2000. Now 66, her life is one that movie makers can make a fortune from. As a fabric merchant, she was already comfortable enough to build her own house at 24. And by the time she clocked 30, she was already a mother of eight children. Tall, graceful and endowed with benevolent disposition, it is no surprise that celebrities were always flocking around her. As a matter of fact, her business office, called Bisket Store, on Allen Avenue, Ikeja, Lagos, was always a beehive of activities. It was the first to run a 24-hour schedule. She later became a born-again Christian and before any of her top society friends knew it, she had become seriously involved in ministry work. She founded a church and intensified her work in humanitarian services, picking up orphans and destitute and rehabilitating them. It was a success story that turned into a nightmare when she was arrested for alleged child trafficking in 2001. It was one incident that shook her life to its very foundation and forced her into a quiet life when she got over the storm that lasted for three and a half years. She went down memory lane as she discussed these and more with PAUL UKPABIO

    IT is not unusual to hear that you are in Jerusalem, Rome or some other holy cities on pilgrimage. How does one reconcile this with the fact that you were once accused of child trafficking?

    I believe that in the journey of life, God will always take you through different phases. The Bible tells us that there was a time in Joseph’s life that God gave him a vision, the vision backfired and he went solo like I did. But that did not deny God’s promises upon his life and the vision was made manifest. When God wanted him to go solo, he went solo. When God wanted him as a slave, he became one. When God wanted him in prison, he was in prison. But the promise of God upon him, he never missed. And those channels of suffering became the channels through which God elevated him.

    A vision is like a divine promise. Before something can materialise in your life, you and God must share a vision together. He will first give you a vision; not necessarily in a dream. It may be an idea in your heart. It may be something that you visualise that is coming to you and you are excited about it.

    You went into fabric business early in life and made great fortune from it. How did you get involved with the poor and the destitute?

    I did not go into fabric business, I was born into it. I am always a dreamer. I diversified into supermarket line and I happened to be the first to run a 24-hour supermarket in Nigeria. Up till now, nobody has achieved that feat. I did the business when Nigeria was tensed up during the military era. There were guns everywhere and I did a 24-hour supermarket business because God gave me the inspiration to do it. And anything I have an inspiration to do, I go for it and I achieve it.

    God also gave me an inspiration to serve him. Up till now, people cannot understand the calling. Not even my family members, my children, my husband, my late mother and other people who are close to me. None of them could understand why somebody at the highest level of her career would suddenly divert into taking care of the ordinary people on the streets. They believe that most people who divert into such callings do so out of frustration or career breakdown. But I was still in limelight and at my prime, because at the time I answered the call, I was still in my 30s.

    I did so many things very fast in life. Even my tenants thought that my building belonged to my mother. I had been delivered of eight children before I reached 30. Some preferred to believe the rumour that I had no children. In between all that, I was still working, travelling overseas and importing goods in containers. I was fine and I already had five branches of the supermarket. At 20, I was doing all that. I was never a wayward woman. No man in Nigeria can stand up today and say he invested in me. No man can say he has gone out with me, and no governor or minister can say he helped me or gave me a contract. I have never gone out for such largesse in my life. It was my sweat and the benevolence of my husband.

    As a wealthy woman, what is your take on success and wealth?

    My children are in their late 30s and above now. They tell me that I am a genius. They compare me to Bill Gates. They and others who know me would tell you that money is not my priority. If I were to value money, I would be one of the richest women in Nigeria today. I see many opportunities I can make money from, but I don’t go for it. Rather, I give out to people. Many whose lives I have touched are living witnesses to my generosity. I am rather careless with money. I give out more money than I make. That is why I say I don’t value money the way other people see it as a matter of life and death. Some people are so eager to achieve and do not care if they hurt anybody in their shrewd desire to make money. People hurt me. Even those that I have helped hurt me, but I just look at them and laugh. They don’t even know how to say thank you.

    Money is nothing in this world. It is only those who God has given the vision that understand the power of the source. They are the ones who know the value of life and also know that money is not everything. Money is good. I pray for it every day. I pray for my generation not to taste poverty. But one thing I used to tell my kids any time they feel bad and say, “Ah, Mummy, you are nice to a fault,’ is that life and power are transient. Everything that has a beginning also has an end. Nothing is too big to gain and nothing is too big to lose.

    I was in the office of an influential government official who is close to retirement. He was telling me that all he needed in his life was N3 million so that he could retire to his farm. I looked at him and I felt like weeping, because I know what that means. Some months ago, I gave someone a property worth N8 million free of charge. My children were angry, but I pacified them that God has favoured us and we have never lacked. I told my children that the ones they needed, I had already given them.

    Tell us about your background

    I was born into affluence. My dad and mum were very rich. My father, Chief Zacheaus Adekoya Okeowo, brought power to Ijebu-Ode. He owned the first petrol station in Ijebu Ode, and at a time, he was one of the finest politicians in the progressive politics of that era. And my mother, Chief (Mrs.) Christiana Alaba Okeowo, was one of the pioneers of the fabric business in Nigeria. She started in Lagos and went up to have her own factory. She didn’t stop employing foreigners to work in her factory. So I grew up with silver spoon. I have never tasted poverty in my life. I don’t even know what they call poverty. My parents bought me my first car at the age of 16. So, I have never tasted poverty. Maybe that is why money is not a big deal to me. When I see people running after money like life and death and they are ready to hurt anybody because of money, I feel sorry for them. Even when they accused me of stealing children, I just laughed. The question I first asked is how much would I sell them? As an individual I built my first house at the age of 24. I know how much I get from rent alone. Up till now, I live on rent because I decided not to work again. I retired at the age of 40.

    What has life has taught you?

    There are some positions God put us in, though they make us unhappy or uncomfortable, they are part of the packages that will locate our destiny. I always tell my kids that I know I may have hurt you, you may not be happy with me as your mother, maybe I wasted opportunities in which you would have been swimming in money, but it could also be that I am preparing your future. You will enjoy it. I tell them to trust me that my seven generations will reap the fruits of what I am sowing. I may not reap it, but I pray that God will give my children the grace to reap it. That’s because He works according to His grace.

    If Jesus can die at the age of 33, who am I to query God for my own cross? Jesus’ short time on earth did not deprive Him of God’s promise upon his life. Today, He is worshipped and adored globally. Before Adolph Hitler died, he confessed that Jesus was the greatest and most popular entity in the world. Even Times magazine at a time adjudged Him the Greatest Personality of the Century. Even Muslims appreciate Him. They say He is not the son of God, but they still accept him as a prophet of God. I just came back from Jerusalem and I visited where Jesus was buried. It is Muslims that are watching over the place. And it is a mosque that is beside Jesus Christ’s burial ground. They said the land is owned by Muslims and the Muslims were very careful; they were watching us. They didn’t want us to damage the place or do anything evil to it. So, they hurry you out so that you don’t overstay your visit. They say they open the place in the morning and close it in the evening. They are very watchful of the place, so that nobody will come and bomb it or do any evil to it.

    So, if God can glorify Christ up to that level and Christ promised us as His followers that ‘when you take my step, I will never owe you,’ I say that God will not owe me. It may take time for people to realise who this woman is, but God will never owe me.

    Do you regret helping abandoned children and destitute after you were accused of child trafficking?

    Thank God, one of the children they said I stole is in The Bells University today. We spend over a million naira on him in a year, but the papers are not reporting that, I don’t care. All I care about is what God asked me to do. That child (points to a sleeping baby) is a child to one of the children they said I stole. I am taking care of the mother and I am taking care of the child. Nobody is seeing that. They accused Jesus more than that. People fight what they don’t understand. My children too don’t understand, but I know with time, they will understand that I have a purpose on earth. I have a vision that I am pursuing. Nobody is seeing that vision, but I don’t care. It is not about money. God has given me a time to enjoy. I have enjoyed money. I have entered presidential jets many times. I have been to places in England where it was white people that opened the gates for me and white executives chauffeured me. So, God has given me my good times.

    Even now, I am still having my good time because at my age, I have no sickness: no diabetes, no high blood pressure, no headache, nothing. People see me and they cannot believe my age. Some people even see me and they say it to my face that all your friends are old, why are you looking young like this? It is the grace of God. Because what I have gone through, they have not gone through it. They have stayed in the limelight. They have enjoyed their lives. They are mixing with their likes while I have been mixing with the low class for the pass 20 years. I still enjoy being around them and I am not complaining. I don’t want to be in the limelight. But I do tell my children if you want the limelight, go for it.

    As a popular society figure then, a lot of people must have swam around you…

    From youth, I was happily married and started rearing children. I have never lacked anything. So, nothing prepared me for such a huge challenge. I was giving birth to children every year. Some people even said to me, pretty women like you don’t normally have kids, how come you are having children every year? God has been too kind to me. So, when the other side came, it was like a big blow. It knocked me on the floor that I couldn’t even pray. There was a time I was no longer praying. Since I gave my life to God, I have never done anything fetish and I will not do it until the day I die. But in that period of tribulation, I was just blank.

    It was not even the incident per se, but the way people disappointed me. It was something I never thought could happen. The first day they took me to court, I was thinking that I would see thousands of people waiting there to fight my cause and say, ‘No, Bisket is not like that!’ But I got there and saw only those who wanted to persecute me. The mob was shouting. They were carrying stones. I looked into the heavens and said God, I am not Jesus Christ. Jesus is your son, you both died together in heaven, but I am a child of faith. This woman is about to break to pieces. I was praying to God in my heart.

    That is why my husband, Dan Musa, no matter who they say he is, I can never leave him. My marriage to him may not be a bed of roses. People said I should leave him, but I will never because during my trying moments, he was there for me. God used him. He stood as a man to the last minute, and for that, I can never abandon him. He is with me and we will be together for life. That is my destiny. But the whole episode made me to see life from a different perspective and that really weakened me for a couple of years.

    So, how was the issue resolved?

    I pursued the case for three and a half years before I was discharged and acquitted. They could not prove any case against me because God knows that I don’t have any case, and I proved myself in the court of law. No policeman or law enforcement person can say that I bribed him with one naira, and the heavens witnessed that. I intentionally did it so that I can still trust God. If I had bought my way out, I might not trust God again. I wanted to see whether the righteous would be punished, because according to His word, the child of the righteous will never be a victim of misfortune. I wanted to establish that biblical fact.

    When I first came, the Magistrate was very hostile. But when I proved my case that I take the children with me to England, I take them on holidays, and how much will I sell them in Nigeria? Even if they say they are selling children every day in Nigeria for N500,000, the money I spent on their return ticket to London for holidays alone is more than that. So, any magistrate who knows her onions can see the proof, with their passports. The hospital they were attending was Eko Hospital. They were not going to General Hospital. And I told the magistrate to go there and check the records. There was another hospital we used on Norman Williams Street, Ikoyi. I said go and check. So, how much will I sell them? The magistrate became sympathetic. I read it in her. But she was hostile when the case started. They even begged her to give me a seat in the dock. But when she saw the reality of the case, she changed.

    Chief Rhodes insisted that I should go into trial, because they wanted to set the case aside. I have forgotten the term they used in law, but Chief Rhodes said if what I had told him was true, I had no case. He said I should not go for the easy way out because my enemies might bring the case back in 10 years’ time. He said, ‘Let them put you in the dock. If you have passed through this and you have not collapsed up till now, you can’t collapse again.’

    So, I went into the dock. By the time we finished the case, people were on my side. When I am testifying, people shed tears. By the time I was discharged and acquitted, the whole court was jubilating. People were clapping. If they didn’t believe in the discretion of the magistrate, they would have hissed or protested. But when they counted charge one, discharge and acquitted; charge two, discharge and acquitted up to charge 21, the whole court started clapping.

    People said you cried on TV

    That was because the children were not allowed to follow me. I couldn’t clap, so I was crying. That is why people who saw the television footage thought I didn’t win the case. They saw me crying on TV and thought I had been sent to jail. And you know after that case, I went into my shell. So, everybody thought I went into jail. They never knew that I was discharged and acquitted. But my joy was not completed because I said I am going home but these children are going into detention with no care and love. As a mother, what is my joy?

    It was three and a half years later, through the favour of God under Governor Bola Ahmed Tinubu’s administration, Barrister Opeyemi Bamidele, who was the Commissioner for Sport and Youth Development, assisted and the children were returned to me. May God continue to favour these two people. One of the children is at The Bells University. Others are in other higher institutions.

    We hear that you have a new passion caring for animals…

    That is funny, because I never grew up in the village. I grew up in the city. But I have the tendency to love not just animals but anything that has life. I don’t play with life. I don’t also believe that it is my doing. It is God that creates human beings and He will just create you the way He wants you to be. I always explain this to my kids that the fault you see in me is exactly how God created me. There was a time my daughter’s friend came from England into my house. She saw me spoon-feeding a kitten. She looked and went to tell my daughter that ‘your mother has a problem o. She is now spoon-feeding animals.’ I appreciate anything that has life. That is how God created me and that is who I am.

    And your beauty has stayed over the years. How do you do it?

    There is no secret to it. I relax. I don’t worship money. If one has stroke, that means wheel chair. You can’t enjoy that money again. God didn’t allow me to beg my enemies for food. That means I am a rich woman in the Lord. So, I always thank God.

    And how is life in retirement?

    My husband lives in Kwara State, and where a man stays is where his wife takes as her home. But I am somebody who cannot just stay permanently in Kwara because of my kids. They are in the stage where they need me most. So, I need to be around them even though they may be older. They are actually in their 40s, and late 30s, but a child, no matter how old, still needs the native wisdom of the mother. Moreover, many of them are just re-settling in Nigeria. They are just returning home from the UK and the US, and they don’t know much about Nigerian way of doing things. So, I make sure I shuttle between them and my husband.

    And thank God, I have a reasonable husband who is very accommodating and caring. I live in his house here in Lagos. Dan Musa gave me a whole house I live in here in Lagos. So, I shuttle between Kwara and Lagos. I live on rent. My husband has a rice plantation with a factory in Ilorin. It is such a huge agricultural investment. He produces all brands of rice. I also have a store in Ilorin because my family is into buying and selling.

    What advice do you have for young couples?

    I believe that no woman should break up her marriage, because I believe from experience that there is no perfect human being. Anybody God has given you, just take him as your destiny. Even when you change, you will not find perfection in your new partner. So why change? And the changes always affect the children. Like I always advise my kids, the love story you see on television is different from reality. Don’t believe it. Don’t even expect it! Marriage is a reality show, and reality means no perfection.

  • Woman killed over inheritance

    Woman killed over inheritance

    Mr. Rotimi Fambegbe , 57, an estate agent is grieving over the death of  his wife, Olayemi Fambegbe , 53, who was allegedly brutally killed by her first cousin,  Mrs.Foluke Orobola Akinkuade  (Adefenisaye) and her daughter, Miss Damola Banner, over a property in Ondo Town . Taiwo Abiodun reports.

    ROTIMI Fambegbe looked dispirited when The Nation visited him. He shook his head and said, “What pained me most was that my late wife was childless. We were all consoling her telling her to trust in God that God can still do it as He did it for the Biblical Hannah and Sarah. She was not fighting over property as she was contended and comfortable. I never knew the suspects could deal this fatal blow on her.”

    The property in dispute was said to belong to the deceased’s late grandmother. The argument over who should be in charge of the property led to the gruesome murder of  Olayemi .

    According to Rotimi , his late wife Mrs. Olayemi was a former staff of the National Youth Service Corps ( NYSC). He claimed she was a gentle woman who could not hurt a fly but since she had no child of hers she was being taunted, jeered at by her cousin and called male duck because of her childlessness while living in her grandmother’s house.

    Rotimi further said the property is a – one -storey building of about eight rooms which is located at  10, Alo Street in Ondo Town. He stated that the building was bequeathed to his late wife and her cousin, Mrs  Akinkuade) whose daughter , Damola Banner lives with the same house .

    Rotimi said he was aware that there was no love lost between his late wife and her cousin over who should control the eight rooms in the building.

    In his own words, “My late wife was the older sister and always complained that her cousin was not cooperating with her over the building they inherited from their grandmother .The suspects , Foluke and her daughter ( Damola ) always taunted my late wife, calling her names and saying she is a barren woman that did not deserve to have property since she was childless.  But each time I went there I always told them that my wife decided to stay in the controversial building because that was her decision and it was not that I wanted it like that .But the suspects (Foluke and Damola) always made jest of her. And my late wife always warned them to stop. I had gone there several times to settle rifts. It was like the suspect was arrogant as she worked in the Ondo West Local government Area office. She became bossy to the tenants of the house while my late wife would always tell her to be humble and emulate Christ’s humility.”

    Rotimi spoke further, “My wife was said to have been allegedly stabbed with broken bottles by Foluke while her daughter, Damola, was said to have stabbed her with knife in the stomach. Her neck was wounded along with her two legs .But when the suspected assailants saw that the deceased had slumped and was bleeding, they quickly rushed her to a local clinic where she was said to have given up the ghost on arrival. She was, therefore, rejected and referred to a general hospital. Instead of taking the deceased to the general hospital, the suspects brought her back home and dropped her.  The two suspects fled and went into hiding .It was one  Baba Ibeji whose wife was a tenant there that went to report at the police station .The case was reported at Enuowa Police station , Ondo , while the case was  later transferred to the homicide department , Police Headquarters in Akure. The two suspects have since disappeared and are now declared wanted by the police.”

    According to Rotimi, the corpse was deposited at the State Specialist Hospital mortuary for three months after a postmortem had been carried out. .”The body was released to me later for burial, while she was buried early this month”, he said in tears.

    Rotimi went down memory lane and narrated how he met his late wife in 1988 and got married to her. In his words: “When we met in 1988, we were both advanced in age , we courted briefly and quickly got married in 1990 .She gave birth in the year 2000 but the baby died at the age of two  after a brief illness in 2002. We tried to have another child but none was forthcoming .We went to hospitals , made several efforts to make sure she had a child of her own but all these did not yield anything .Later I went to marry another lady that gave me children,  which annoyed her and made her to pack out from our matrimonial home and went to be living in her grandmother’s house at , 10,Alo Street, Ondo .We did not separate. We were still husband and wife .I used to see her every day., She used to prepare my food everyday .Though I later had children from another lady but that did not stop our relationship. We used to see every day until that fateful Sunday in March when she was killed”.

     

     

  • The craze for stilettos

    The craze for stilettos

    THERE are three varieties of high heels that are hotly in vogue now, and the  stilettos are the king of them all. Stiletto heels are guaranteed to make you look chic. But don’t buy them without making sure they fit.

    Stiletto shoes are everything you could want in a pair of sexy heels, from strap sandals, peep toe to covered shoes. They are the most elegant shoes of the season. They are a must-have for women of style who need to look classy and different.

    They are ideal for both formal and informal occasions; they are classy with a pointy to reveal a feminine tip.

  • 100 years  of Nigeria’s  food culture

    100 years of Nigeria’s food culture

    AS the centenary celebration continues all over he country, Nigeria’s food and cuisines came into focus. This was during the maiden edition of  an event tagged Nigerian Food and Cultural Fair. It was held at the International Conference Centre (ICC), Abuja by the National Institute for Hospitality and Tourism (NIHOTOUR)  this week.

    It was a fair that vividly tried to replicate the country’s food and culinary transition in the last 100 years, starting from the farm where food is grown to table for consumption.

    The fair was attended by organisations from the public and private sectors. NIHOTOUR set the ball rolling by recreating the transition that our food culture has made in the last 100 years, starting from the time cooking was done, using stone and wood to make the pot stand  on fire to the current period when gas and electric burners are used to cook and prepare food. Visitors also had the opportunity to see  cuisines and delicacies from different parts of the country.

    The grsin food and soups like miyan kuka, taushe, kubewa and so on were on display.  The local delicacies  with modern packaging  were also on display.

    Many Nigerians are used to the Hausa delicacy, fura da nunu, a kind of gruel prepared with millet and fresh cow milk and sugar. But the image of this meal goes with a Fulani woman carrying fresh milk on a big, intricately designed calabash on her head. A company in Kano, at the fair, displayed a well- packaged fura da nunu that could be kept and it will last for many months. Innovations with moi moi by a lady from Bayelsa State, Anthea Pretu, were also there.

    While giving the keynote address, the Minister of Tourism, Culture and National Orientation, High Chief Edem Duke, said a nation cannot be 100 years without being nutured by food. He said the fair was also to pay homage to the farmers that cultivate the food and also the women folk that translate the food grown into delicious meals on the table of families. Duke said  in celebrating Nigeria’s centenary, it was important for the Nigeria to export her food culture internationally. According to him, countries have extended their areas of influence through exporting their food culture.

    America did it with the fast food comapnies like KFC, Macdonald’s and others. Also, there was hardly a stand one would enter without seeing a Chnese or Indian restaurant.

    “They are using it as a tool for cultural diplomacy and extension of influence. That is why Americans are going around the world selling franchise.

    For Nigeria, we must look inward. We have 170 million people to feed. Because Nigerians love their food, we have started spreading Nigerian restaurants across the world, “he said.

    In his speech, a Nollywood star and board chairman of NIHOTOUR, Chief Kanayo O. Kanayo, said Nigeria was blessed  with an array of food compared to other African countries and it was therefore necessary to bring them to the fore and celebrate them both locally and internationally.

    He said: “China, for example, has the largest economy in Asia followed by India. Chinese and Indians are found almost everywhere in the world, and anywhere you go, as long as Chinese and Indians are there, you will always find a Chinse or an Indian restaurant. Nigeria, with the largest economy in Africa, deserves no less”

    Kanayo said NIHOTOUR was identifying with the vision of President Goodluck Jonathan  to transform Nigeria in its entire ramfications. He said Nigeria could expand through patronage and appreciation of the country’s cuisines.

    NIHOTOUR’s Director General, Alhaji Munzali Dantata , added that the fair was supposed to have been held but for some logistic challenges. He said it was a direct response to the Federal Government’s call for participation in the celebration of Nigeria’s centenary.

    He said: “This is an event which has taken long in coming. If I go back to the beginning, it is a response to the call by Mr. President. It is a centenary event. A lot of people think that the centenary is over with the grand finale by the Federal Government about three months ago. I like to mention that the whole year is a centenary year like it is customary worldwide.

     

    “We look inward in NIHOTOUR. We are a capacity-building organisation and the chief programmes we have are in the hotel restaurants and so on. Among our major students are those learning to cook , wait and genrally work in hotels. So we decided to give an account of the 100 years of food culture and hospitality. The exhibition has been a success, if you look at the calibre of companies we’ve brought together.”

    Generally, many individuals and families that attended the fair left with a better appreciation of Nigerian cuisines and food, and the general impression was that with the  food at the country’s disposal, it is high time the country started exporting its food culture like many other countries have done.

  • Does your waist belt blend?

    Does your waist belt blend?

    WAIST belts are a must-use for men, fashionable or not.  Belts are compulsory accessories for men. But much more than being a necessary accessory, a belt can be or is used by fashionable men to make loud or quiet fashion statements.

    Elegant and quality belts with unique buckles or designs can be combined with one or two other accessories to get a versatile clean look. Mind you, the colour of your belt must blend with the colour of your shoes.

  • Bayelsa to host Africa Fashion Reception Week

    Bayelsa to host Africa Fashion Reception Week

    NIGERIA’S leading tourism and entertainment destination, Bayelsa State, has been chosen as host for the Africa Fashion Reception Week scheduled for July 3 to 5. Participants from over 50 countries are expected at Africa Fashion Reception which is one of the five events lined up for the World Fashion Week taking place in Paris in October.

    Explaining the choice of Bayelsa as host for the highly prestigious event, Minister of Culture and Tourism, Chief Edem Duke, said the oil-rich state had a proven track record of successfully organising international events.

    Duke, who further described Bayelsa as the pearl of tourism in Nigeria, said that aside from hosting the event, the state government has expressed its commitment to partnering organisers of the show and the World Fashion Organisation towards building the proposed Fashion University in the state.

    Speaking in the same vein, Director-General of the Bayelsa State Tourism Development Agency, Ebizi Ndiomu-Brown, said the hosting of the African Fashion Week was prelude to the long-term investment of the state government in the Fashion University which will be beneficial to Bayelsan and Nigerian youths interested in being enterprenuers in the fashion industry.

    Ndiomu- Brown, who assured participants that Bayelsa was safe and secure, also said her agency and all other relevant agencies in the state were prepared to host a successful event.

    “Bayelsa State is hosting the African Fashion Week, not just to showcase its beautiful tourist sites and rich cultural heritage to the world, but also to bring the fashion industry to the door steps of our teaming youths in futherrance to our state drive for youth empowerment and economic diversification.

    The Africa Fashion Reception is jointly organised by Merit Obua-led Banzuk Gold Entertainment, the Federal Ministry of Culture and Tourism, the Bayelsa State Tourism Development Agency and Legendary Gold Limited.

  • I married into money, so why am I so miserable? (3)

    BY the time I met Chief Cyril, he already had seven children- four daughters and three sons. He had two wives none of which he said lived with him.

    “The eldest stays abroad most of the time while the younger one has her own place in town,” he told me.

    At the time, I wondered why he chose to live like a bachelor instead of having at least one of his wives with him. It was much later that I found out the reason.

    Soon, I wrote my final papers and graduated. For the service year, I was posted to Ikorodu town which was a surprise to me as I thought I would serve in another state, having lived in Lagos most of my life. My mother wanted me to change the posting so I could be in the city of Lagos but I refused. It was the first time, apart from school I would be away from home, totally on my own and I liked the feeling of independence it gave me. I however, visited home regularly to check on her and my siblings.

    I was at our house on one of such visits when Chief came to see the family. It was not the first time he did that. Since the day of the quarrel at the factory when he had given us the money for my school fees, he had become close to our family and often visited. That day, he sat for sometime chatting and asking questions about my experiences as a youth corps member.

    Later, he sat with my mother in his car talking for a while before he left with his driver. I wondered what they were talking about but I did not think much of it until a few days later when I was about to return to my base at Ikorodu.

    She called me into her room and said:

    “I know this must come as a surprise to you. It might even shock you. But the truth is Chief is interested in you!”

    “But Mum, what’s surprising about that? Chief has always been interested in my welfare and that of the rest of the family since we met him at the factory,” I stated, giving her a quizzical look.

    She smiled and shook her head.

    “No. That’s not what I mean,” she said. Then drawing closer to me on the bed, my mother added:

    “Chief wants to marry you. He told me about it the last time he was here.”

    She was right. I was not just surprised, I was dumbfounded! I just stared at her, my mouth agape like some of those actors in those Yoruba home videos.

    Then I found my voice.

    “Mum, is this a joke or what? You can’t be serious!”

    “My dear, it’s the truth. Chief wants you as his wife,” she restated.

    “But he can’t be serious! I mean he’s old enough to be my father. He’s even older than you and Papa. Besides, he already has wives and so many children. What does he want with a girl like me?” I said, in an argumentative tone.

    “Well, you’ll have to ask him that when you see him. I’m just reporting to you what he told me,” she pointed out.

    “And what was your response, Mum on hearing about the proposal?” I enquired.

    She shrugged.

    “I told him its not my decision to make. That you are old enough to decide what you want. You are grown up now, no longer a child. All I can do is guide and advise you as a mother,” she said.

    I sat pondering her words for a while before speaking.

    “Well, it’s not going to happen. Chief has been very good to me and this family but I can’t marry him. How can I marry an old man like that, with grown-up children some of whom are even older than me? My friends will all laugh at me!” I stated, getting up from the bed.

    I left the room and went outside our compound. I stood by the gate and idly watched people going up and down the street. A neighbour and friend Betty strolled by and stopped for a chat.

    “I’ll visit you in Ikorodu one of these days,” she said as she walked away.

    That night, I could not sleep much as I kept mulling over what my Mum had told me. I always knew Chief liked me. But I thought I was more like a daughter to him as he had said a couple of times. So, why this marriage proposal now, I wondered, turning on the bed.

     

    A tycoon’s bride

    About two weeks later, a Saturday, I was at the backyard of the corpers’ lodge where I stayed, washing my clothes when I was told I had a visitor. Thinking it was Betty, my friend from Lagos, I went outside the gate. It was Chief, sitting calmly in the back of his car.

    He smiled on seeing me and invited me to join him in the car.

    “What are you doing here, Chief?” were the first words I spoke on entering the car.

    “To see you, obviously,” he replied, still smiling at me.

    “But you should have called first. I would have prepared something for you,” I said.

    “No need for that, my dear. In fact, I want to take you out. So, go inside and wear something nice, ok?” said Chief.

    He took me to a nice eatery in town. We sat in a  secluded booth on the first floor section and it was there that my journey to my present life began. That day, Chief proposed formally to me, stating that it had always being his desire to marry me from the beginning. What made him wait, he said was my education as he wanted me to finish school first.

    He waved all my objections aside, such as the age gap, his wives, wealth etc.

    “I’m a High Chief in my community as well as an African man. I can marry as many as I want as long as I can take adequate care of them,” he argued.

    The benefits of the union to me would be immense, he pointed out- my family would kiss goodbye to poverty for ever, my younger siblings would have the best education money could buy, I would live in the lap of luxury and immense wealth for the rest of my days and I would never have to worry about money anymore, my mother would no longer have to struggle so much to raise my brothers and sisters and so on…

    It took me a week to decide whether to marry Chief or not.

    “I knew you will make the right decision,” said my mother when I went to see her in the city. “Chief is a good man. I know he will take very good care of you and you won’t regret marrying him,” she said, hugging me.

    Chief was very happy when I called him to break the news to him.

    “Alice, you have made me a very happy man!” he said, sounding pleased.

    At least he was happy. As for me, I felt neither joy nor sadness. Looking back, I believe it was a sense of duty to my family that informed my decision. I had watched since I was a child how my mother had to work so hard to feed the family and take care of us. Our father was useless and had shirked his duties in the home for as long as I could remember.

    ‘At least, my Mum can rest now from all her struggles,’ I thought as I tried to convince myself that I had done the right thing by marrying Chief.

    Eight months later, at the end of my service year, the traditional marriage rites were done and I became a millionaire’s bride…

    To be continued

     

  • When experts discussed Nigeria’s fashion

    PROJECTING into the future of the already fast-growing fashion industry in Nigeria, the Lagos Business School organized the African Lions Arising event, featuring Nigeria’s foremost fashion figures. The panel hosted Tara Fela Durotoye, Deola Sagoe, Lisa Folawiyo, Dayo Eweje and Funmi Daniel.

    The panel discussed issues the African fashion industry was facing from the onset with experiences from fashion pioneers such as Deola Sagoe, starting as far back as 25 years ago. The industry has since grown into a world-class market that has shown so much potential with great pieces being showcased on different runways around the world.

    The industry is lagging behind compared to the western market in commercialization because of the low acceptance of retail fashion in Nigeria. It has been a hindering factor for the industry with pioneers such as Deola Sagoe who stated that “There is no retail culture for fashion in Africa; this affects the growth of the fashion industry”

    Dayo Eweje of David Wej stated that: “He has gone from being a fashion designer to being a retailer, especially with e-commerce which has helped to increase sales to 1000 units and double his production monthly. With the intervention of e-commerce, he now has a clear vision for the David Wej brand”.

    “For the fashion industry to have a structure, we need to combine creativity with commercialization. This has to be our strategy moving forward’ Lisa Folawiyo stated.

  • Why I robbed in church   – Suspect

    Why I robbed in church – Suspect

    A robbery suspect, who specialises in attacking churches and vigil returnees, has been arrested by the operatives of the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS), Lagos State Police Command.

    Explaining why he targeted churches for his robbery operations, Michael Gbotemi, an 18-year-old indigene of Ibadan, Oyo State said: “I rob Christians when they are doing vigil because I know that they fear the gun more than Muslims do.”

    Gbotemi said although he attended a Muslim primary school, he is a devout Christian. But he said he could not go to secondary school or the university in spite of being a brilliant pupil because his parents were very poor and he had no relations who could sponsor his education.

    He said: “I have been attending church services right from my childhood, and I know that Christians fear more than Muslims in violent situations because of the differences in their religious doctrines. They (Christians) are ready to part with their property or money instead of putting up resistance whenever they are attacked by armed robbers. It is one of the reasons that gave me the courage to rob in churches. Moreover, in the mosque, they don’t close their eyes when they are praying.

    “While I had successfully robbed people who were going to vigil or returning home from it, my first attempt at robbing people inside a church in Lagos ended in my arrest by the SARS, from where I was charged to court.”

    Speakig further on his background, Gbotemi said: “When I had nobody to sponsor my education, I started learning to become a motor mechanic. Initially, I found it difficult to get a workshop because before one is allowed to become an apprentice, there is a certain amount of money that one must pay the owner of the workshop. Unfortunately I could not afford even half the amount. So, for many months, I could not get a place to learn auto mechanic because of the financial problem.

    “But God answered my prayer one day when I met a man named Caleb who allowed me to start learning without paying the usual fees. Unfortunately, Caleb died after three years and I left to look for another source of livelihood pending when I would get a new place to continue my apprenticeship.

    “I went to Taraba State and started mixing sand and cement for bricklayers. I worked with one Baba Ahmed for two good months. He promised to be paying me N700 per day, but for the two months I worked with him, he did not pay me a dime. He deceived me by telling me that he wanted to help me save enough money from my earnings which I could use to complete my auto mechanic apprenticeship. At the end of the day, he did not give me a dime. He only bought me food to give me strenght to  work for him.

    “His attitude frustrated me, and I decided to leave him and go to Lagos to find a way to survive. I had up to N7,000 in my pocket when I reached the Obalende Roundabout in Lagos. There were many auto mechanic workshops in Lagos, but my priority then was to find a place where I could sleep till I got enough money to rent a room. The place I found was under the bridge at the roundabout. There were more than 10 of us who were sleeping under the bridge. However, it was there that my journey into the world of crime that brought me to the SARS started. The first day, I slept comfortably, not knowing that the other boys were monitoring me.

    “When I woke up the first day, the first people I saw were women who were selling hot drinks and cigarettes, while some men hawked Indian hemp (marijuana). I don’t smoke, but I can drink anything drinkable.

    “My first baptism of fire in Obalende occurred on the second day when I woke up and discovered that the urchins under the bridge had stolen my money, while I was asleep. They took the money in my pocket and left only N200 there. That was the day I first tasted igbo (marijuana) to calm myself down. It was that experience that made me develop a mind for crime in order to survive.

    “I first called my mother and told her that I was in Obalende, Lagos and that thieves had stolen N2,500 I had on me, while I slept under the bridge at Obalende. As I was wandering about the neighbourhood, thinking of how to survive, I saw two children at a  square playing with toy guns and learning karate. I sat down and started watching them.

    “As they kept their toy guns and started practising karate, I cleverly went to where they kept their toy guns, stole one and ran away. I went to my place under the bridge and slept with the gun. When I woke up, I started thinking of how to rob with the toy gun, and that was how going to rob in the church came to my mind.

    “Hunger took better part of me, and I made up my mind to attack a church in the Igbosere area of Lagos. On that fateful night, I scaled the fence of a church. I nearly broke my leg when I jumped into the compound. I found many people sleeping. One of them raised his head and looked at me as if to ask who are you, but seeing my demeanour, he quickly went back to sleep.

    “I used the opportunity to collect their mobile phones, i-pads and money. Unfortunately, another person who I did not know had been monitoring me since I entered the church building discovered that I was removing people’s money and phones. He started shouting. I pointed my gun at the one who attempted to hold me, and he let me go.

    “Unfortunately, when I got to the gate, I could not pass. Neither could I jump over the fence because they were everywhere. The noise woke everybody in the neighbourhood up, and they discovered that I was holding a toy gun. They rushed towards me and arrested me. They later handed me over to the Lion Building Police Station. It was a Thursday.

    “The following Monday, they transferred me to the SARS where I became a born-again Christian when some people came to preach the gospel in the cell. They told me how Jesus Christ loved me and died for me and the need to repent and chart a new course. I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal saviour and promised not to rob again in my life whether with a toy or real gun.

    “My plea is that the police should forgive me for committing armed robberies with a toy gun and that God should forgive me for committing a sacrilege.

    “If I am freed, I will go to Ibadan and start my mechanic work. I will not rob again. Take my picture. If I am ever arrested again with a toy or real gun, let them kill me. No sane person will go into the SARS’ cell and steal again after regaining his freedom. I will never rob again.”

  • Lip Care

    Lip Care

    HERE are a few tips that will ensure your lips remain soft, supple and luscious this rainy season. As we all know, lips, unlike our skin, do not have oil and sweat glands, so they are more susceptible to dryness and chapping than our skin.

    First, the golden rule: do not lick your lips consistently. This can lead to dry and cracked lips which will definitely result in chapped lips because the moisture on the lips would have been licked off and the lips would then be exposed.

    Exfoliate weekly-This will peel off the weathered outer covering or layer.

    Coat your lips with a nourishing balm and softly stroke them with a baby brush.

    You can also make a mixture of honey and sugar pastes and lightly massage it over your lips to remove dead cells.