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  • Sheraton Lagos unveils Jazz Unplugged

    Sheraton Lagos unveils Jazz Unplugged

    With mellow jazz music being played by a live band, the whole of the Sheraton Lagos Hotel’s lobby was enveloped in music when last Tuesday the hotel unveiled its latest product, Jazz Unplugged.

    Jazz Unplugged is a kind of mid-week fun where guests can come in after the working hours to relax and have a good time.

    The first edition of Jazz Unplugged, which has gained acceptance based on the number people present, was sponsored by Frontera, Guikder and Jameson and some other brands.

    Speaking at the event, the Sheraton Lagos General Manager, Mr. Alexander Gasseur, said Jazz Unplugged was part of the extra mile the staff put in to satisfy the hotel’s guests.

    He continued: “It is an evening which we organize three times a week between 7 and 9pm where people can come after work chill, relax , hear some good jazz, have some good drinks, taste some good wine,have some good food and generally enjoy themselves. “

     

  • Lolade Bakare bides time

    When Ibrahim Bakare, popular known as Bakky, was murdered by some unknown persons some years ago, many thought his untimely death would leave his wife, Lolade, desolate for a very long time. The assumption was based on the fact that Lolade’s deep affection for her late husband was not hidden. So strong was the bond and affinity shared by the couple that Lolade was inconsolable for months after the sad incident.

    Now, there are insinuations to the effect that Lolade is being tempted to give another shot at marriage. Reports indicate that a lot of well-to-do guys have been looking in her direction but the courteous lady insists that she is not ready for that now. She is said to have told whoever cares to listen that she would rather channel her energy into bringing the best out of her children.

    Some of her late husband’s friends who promised her heaven and earth are nowhere to be found.

  • A tenant’s dilemma (3)

    I was very happy about my landlord’s rethink about the quit notice. I saw it as a miracle and I thanked God for it.“ “God will surely bless him for his kindness to us,” I prayed. “ “Amen o!” my wife intoned. “ “So, you just went to beg him again and he agreed to give us more time?”

    I asked my wife once more.“ She nodded.“”Yes. He took pity on us. Besides, he said he knows you are a responsible man and that you will surely pay him whenever you get a job,” she added.“ I felt happy at the turn of events. It was the impetus I needed in my search for employment and I put in more effort.

    One day, I got a letter to attend an interview. It was one of the applications I had earlier written which I had not put much hope on. I attended the first interview and I scaled through to the next round which was to take place after a few weeks.“ I did very well in the second and I was quite confident I would be among the successful candidates. But a few months after with no response from the company, I decided to forge on.

    Then, a school mate of mine, Frank who resided in Port-Harcourt called me one day out of the blue. We had lost contact and had not heard or seen each other for many years. I knew he was in the Garden City but did not have his contact.“ I was happy to hear from him after all this while and we spoke for a long time. Apparently, he had got my number from another of our mates whom he had run into while he was in PH for business.“ When I told him a little of all the difficulties I was facing due to my jobless state, he was very sympathetic.“

    “Just endure for a while. I’m sure things will work out,” Frank assured me. He promised to be on the look-out for any opening in PH for me.“ About six weeks later, he invited me to come down to the city concerning a job in a company where a friend of his worked. I quickly made arrangements and travelled to see him. With the little resources available, I made sure I left enough money with my wife so the family could at least eat while I was away.“I planned staying about a week but was delayed by the several appointments I had in regards to the job.

    Thus, I ended up staying longer than planned. It was almost two weeks before I finally returned to Lagos. Frank promised to give me regular feedbacks concerning the job so I left with much hope that all would be well.“ “ ***“Back in Lagos, life went on with the usual struggles for survival. I was preoccupied with my job situation but that did not stop me noticing a few changes in my wife. The first was her attitude towards me. Vero had always been an assertive, outspoken woman, always ready to speak her mind on any issue.

    But it reached a stage where she became over assertive, to the extent that she wanted to dominate me, her husband!“ If I made any suggestion concerning the home, she would shout me down, insisting on her way. It was like I was no more important; I was just there, a nobody of much use, a worthless person. She would shout and flare up at the slightest provocation and was always picking faults with whatever I did.

    Now, I’m no angel. I have my faults like any other human being. But from the way she talked about me, one would think I was the worst husband in the world.“ There was a day, one of her younger sisters, a girl of about 21 who had come for a visit had stayed out all night and only returned home the following morning.

    As a concerned in-law, I had spoken sternly to her on her conduct, that it was not proper for a young girl to be out in town at night especially in a big city like Lagos. “ To my shock, Vero had taken the sister’s side, wondering what was my business if her sister stayed out of the house even for days. “ “Or do you want to marry her too? You can’t even take care of the only wife you have, you are now eyeing another one!

    I wonder what kind of bad luck I have to be married to you!” And she went on to start counting her friends whose husbands had sponsored them on trips to Dubai for shopping and holidays. “Do they have two heads? Why is my own case different? I’m stuck with a man that can’t even give me money to retouch my hair or buy my undies!”“ To avoid quarreling with her, I left for my bedroom to cool off.“

    I was at a friend’s place one Friday when I got a call from Frank.“ “Congrats, Ekene! The list is out and your name is among those selected. You’ve got the job!”“ “Frank! Are you serious?” I asked excitedly. I could not believe my ears. Me, a job? It was a miracle.“ Frank confirmed the good news, then said I had to be in P-H as soon as possible.“ “You will be resuming next month so you need to come over to sort out some things,” he stated.“ “No problem. I will tell you when I will travel down. Thanks so much for your support,” I said happily.“

     

    In another man’s arms

    As I went home that day, I was full of joy. My jobless days were over and I couldn’t wait to get home to break the news to my wife and family.“ I was on a street near mine when a neighbour that lived near my house came up to me. The woman, an elderly lady was quite friendly with me and my family. We stood chatting for a while then she told me something that nearly gave me a heart attack then and there.“ “Madam, is this a joke or what? What are you trying to do, cause problems between me and my wife?” I demanded angrily when I heard her words, getting worked up.

    The euphoria I felt at the news about the job was gradually fading, to be replaced by confusion.“ My wife and my landlord having an affair? How could that be? How? I kept wondering.“ “It’s been going on for some time now. Nearly everyone on our street and in your compound know about it,” she stated quietly. She then told me about the period I was away in Port-Harcourt, that the man used to come to the house nearly every day to see my wife. “

    “They were not even hiding it but flaunting their affair for every one to see,” the woman said.“ She said a lot of other things but my mind was in confusion and nothing was sinking in. My own wife with my landlord! Was that the reason he decided not to eject us from his house again? So, he was using my wife as replacement for the rent? How could this be? Was my neighbour speaking the truth? Could she be trusted? “ I had known the woman for some years and she had always come across as a responsible person.

    Besides, what would she gain from lying against my wife, I thought as I made my way home. My mind was in a turmoil and I was not thinking straight.“ My first thought was to go home and confront Vero about the allegations against her. But along the way, I changed my mind. I called my elder sister who lived in Festac with her family and narrated what the woman had told me.

    “She advised me not to do anything rash until she had seen me. So, I changed direction and went to see her.“ “This is a sensitive issue so we have to handle it carefully,” she stated on my arrival at her place.“ I nodded, not speaking. I felt weak, like a boneless being. How could this be happening on a day I should be celebrating my new job, I thought gloomily.“ “It had better not be true, Sister or I will surely kill her!” I said threateningly.“ “God forbid!

    You are not going to kill anybody. We need to confirm the woman’s story first before deciding on what to do about the situation,” she advised.“ Her husband, when he heard the story of my wife’s affair, advised the same thing.“ “Your neighbour said he comes to the house whenever you are away. Let’s work out a plan that will help confirm the story. Wait patiently for the right time to strike, ok?”“ I decided to take their advice.

    On getting home that day, I said nothing to Vero concerning the matter. I didn’t even tell her about my new job. I acted as if everything was normal. But inside me, I was boiling with fury.“ Two days later, I informed my wife that I was travelling to P-H to follow up on the job I was seeking there. She wished me safe journey and after hugging my little daughter tightly, I departed.“ But unknown to her, I had other plans. My younger brothers that stayed with me had travelled home to visit our parents, leaving only my wife and daughter in the house.

    There was a boy in my compound that used to run little errands for me from time to time whenever my younger ones were not around. I told him to hang around and monitor my wife’s movement for me. Then I went to my sister’s place from where we kept in touch through phone. Later that day, the boy called and informed me that my landlord was in the compound, in my apartment.“ My sister and her husband drove me down to my street. The little boy, my accomplice reported to me that my landlord was still in my flat. We all climbed the stairs quietly so as not to attract any attention from within. “ I opened the door and was confronted with a scene that would stay with me for the rest of my days.

    There was my half-naked wife straddling my landlord right in my living-room! I was so shocked, I just stood gaping, my hands on my head.““ ***“ Aftermath (three months later)“ As I write this, I’m in Port-Harcourt where I have resumed for my new job.

    I should be very happy to be working again considering the number of years I had spent on the ever growing labour market. But how can a man in my situation ever be happy again? How can I ever derive joy in life after catching my wife in such a compromising situation? This is a lady I loved so much, more than any other thing in the world. What she did broke my heart. So much so that I doubt I can ever love or trust another woman again.“ As for Vero, I have not seen her again since that fateful day.

    After I had caught her in the shameful act with my own landlord, my sister and husband had taken me and my daughter to their home. That was where I stayed till I moved to PH for my new job. My daughter is still with my sister, pending when I can make arrangements for her to join me.“ As far as I’m concerned, my marriage to Vero is over. Imagine my own wife sleeping with my landlord right under my nose! Just because the man has money and properties all over the place and I didn’t have a job.

    It was a bitter experience that would take me years to get over.“ Anyway, I thought I was through with Vero but last week, her elder sister and brother came to see me, pleading on her behalf. They want me to forgive her and take her back, stating that she has realized her mistake and wants me to forgive her. Even my friend Frank wants me to do the same thing.“ But my family, especially my mother don’t want her anymore.

    My mother has specifically told me that she would disown me if I ever take my unfaithful wife back. That’s my dilemma now. I don’t want my child to grow up in a broken home. On the other hand, I can’t go against my family’s wishes.“ So, what should I do now? I need advice, please.“

    •Concluded

    •Names have been changed to protect the identities of the narrator and other individuals in the story.

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  • Portable brain stimulator

    Brain stimulation with an electric device is being used to try to treat insomnia (lack of sleep), anxiety, depression, chronic pain, and bipolar disorder which are common modern day medical conditions. Depression may be more common than we can imagine. Many people sink into depression for reasons such as:traumatic childhood; life threatening or chronic disease;abusive relationship; childlessness; death of a beloved; difficult environment; economic misery; emotional or mental stress;  failure, lack of personality, or inferiority complex; heartbreak or divorce; hormonal imbalance; loss of job or business or livelihood; post-traumatic stress disorder; social, cultural, religious, or political trapping, bondage, or addiction. When such experiences weigh you down and impair your experience of good life, you need to help yourself.

    Brain stimulation is a last resort. Try other means first. Talk and offload and share your pain with a party that understands and supports; do not cover it up with continuous work or sleep but find appropriate social support and outlets; do not abandon normal work and duties such as cleaning and tidying as bad environment adds to depression; do positive things such as a productive hobby, service, or pleasurable engagement; avoid alcohol and drugs; have a healthy diet (cheap or expensive) and try to get regular sleep; keep your mind off depressive thoughts through prayer, meditation, and good entertainment; keep away from toxic persons, environments, and conditions if you can; face your problems and try to solve them. If you do have to live with a problem, make sure you live the best you can. For some unmanageable mental conditions, a new device is available.

    From the manufacturers: “Depression and anxiety can now be treated with a gentle, portable medical device that is cleared by the FDA and endorsed by the nation’s top doctors. Unlike electroshock therapy for bipolar depression, the Fisher Wallace Stimulator® causes no serious side effects and comes with a 60-Day Effectiveness Guarantee.Depression and anxiety can now be treated with a gentle, portable medical device that is cleared by the FDA and endorsed by the nation’s top doctors. Unlike electroshock therapy for bipolar depression, the Fisher Wallace Stimulator® causes no serious side effects…”

    They will only ship a device if they receive faxed or emailed purchase authorization from a licensed healthcare practitioner. The device package costs $695. A version that includes a chronic pain treatment kit costs $715. The package includes: 1 Fisher Wallace Stimulator®, 1 Headset, 1 Headband, 8 Sponges (the sponges need to be replaced every two weeks), 2 AA batteries and an Instruction manual.

     

  • All set for Kuburat Okoya’s 70th birthday

    Veteran socialite and one of Nigeria’s most enduring billionaires, Alhaji Rasaq Akanni Okoya, the CEO of Eleganza group of companies, is enjoying a flurry of excitement at the moment. While he has many reasons to be joyful, there is one that stands out. In a couple of weeks from now, his wife, Alhaja Kuburat, will be 70.

    Although it is an age her rather youthful looks would not betray, the truth remains that the doyen of fashion is close to the biblical age of three scores and ten. Preparations for the day in the high society have reached a fever pitch. In the household of the Okoyas in particular, preparations are in full throttle. Family members are ecstatic that the matriach of the family and the most enduring wife of the Aare of Lagos is attaining the milestone age.

    It was gathered that a number of activities have been lined up by family members to give the woman, who has stood solidly by Chief Okoya over the years, a befitting birthday celebration. While the date for the birthday bash is yet to be made public, it promises to be one to be remembered.

    Friends, business associates, family members, socialites, celebrities, statesmen and other well wishers are all gearing up to celebrate the woman of style.

  • CROPPED TOP IS BACK

    CROPPED TOP IS BACK

    [dropcap]THE cropped-top trend is back, and this is so not for everyone. Cropped tops are meant to expose your midriffs, and this is a big no for women that are fat and big-bellied. However, women that are sexy and possess confidence as a great accessory can rock this fashion trend with ease. Please note that a cropped top is only supposed to expose a little part of your belly, so you don’t send bad signals to people around. Wearing a cropped top is scary at first, but with a little practice, you will be confident. Cropped tops are super-chic, playful and fun way to look good.[/dropcap]

  • Osun Osogbo: Goldberg thrills visitors

    Osun Osogbo: Goldberg thrills visitors

    This year’s edition of the Osun Osogbo Festival may have come and gone, but the “golden” moments would remain indelible in the minds of visitors for years to come.

    The sign that visitors’ experiences in this year’s edition of the Osun Osogbo festival would be “golden” was imminent the moment Goldberg signed the dotted line as one of the event’s major sponsors.

    Libation is an age-long tradition in which drink is poured on the ground to appease certain deities. In obeisance to the extant culture, Goldberg “libated”, as its sponsorship of the event connoted dropping jots of its liquid gold in the Osun River. The ricochet effect was resplendent as Goldberg ensured that the 2013 Osun Osogbo Festival ambience turned “golden”, while the event lasted.

    It may not be out of place if Gbogan Road is renamed Goldberg Road, albeit temporarily, for that is where the Goldberg Beer Village is. For 21 days, culture and tradition enthusiasts, tourists, revellers and visitors trooped to the Goldberg Beer Village to relish bottles of Goldberg Beer.

    What the visitors to the beer village got in return was the best of fun and excitement in an atmosphere of conviviality. Many comic and musical acts thrilled the crowd and ensured that there was no dull moment.

    Speaking on Goldberg’s sponsorship of the 2013 Osun Osogbo Festival, Mr. Mfon Bassey, Brand Manager – Goldberg, Nigerian Breweries Plc. said: “The Osun Osogbo Festival is one of the most prominent cultural festivals in Nigeria. As a premium lager beer, Goldberg is proud to be associated with a festival of iconic status. Our association with the festival reflects our commitment to upholding the tenets of a prominent Nigerian tradition and ensuring that it does not go into extinction. That’s why Goldberg came on board as a major sponsor.”

    On why the brand set up the Goldberg Beer Village, Mr. Bassey said: “The Goldberg Beer Village served various purposes. As you well know, the Osun Osogbo festival attracted tourists from Nigeria and outside the country. The Goldberg Beer Village served as a relaxation point for them. We also used the Goldberg Beer Village as an avenue for local acts to showcase their various talents. We had musical acts and deft dancers thrilling the crowd. So the consumers got more value for their money. Just for buying bottles of Goldberg, they were treated to lively music and various forms of entertainment.”

    Goldberg’s sponsorship of the 2013 edition of the Osun Osogbo Festival also coincided with the first visit of the Executive Governor of Osun State to the grand finale procession, since he was sworn in in 2010.

    In his speech at the festival, Ogbeni Rauf Aregbesola said: “We gather again to savour the inexhaustible economic, spiritual and sociological benefits that the festival of this period of the year make possible. Ladies and gentlemen, in celebrating this prominent festival, we must not forget what it connotes. We must continue to imbibe and deepen the non-material values of this socio-cultural engagement. Courage, sacrifice, selflessness, brotherliness, hope and faithfulness remain some of the major values undergirding the celebration of the Osun Osogbo Festival.”

    The Osun Osogbo Festival ended on Friday, August 23. Goldberg, a major sponsor of the festival, is a premium lager beer manufactured by Nigerian Breweries.

  • My wife bores me sexually

    I am happy with your write-up always in The Nation on Saturday. Please can you educate my wife on her number: 080284… She bores me sexually. All efforts by me have failed.

    Sure, you want adoration, respect, and the occasional sparkly treat from your woman, but more than anything, you want to feel like she’s still got the hots for you. Well, here’s good news: Contrary to the widely held belief that women lose interest over time, experts now know that women are actually hardwired for long-term lusting.

    Below are 7 tips for your wife and women like her who may be going too cold in the bedroom

     

    1. Utter the one word that drives him nuts

    As lovey-dovey as pet names make him feel, they still don’t compare to the electrifying rush your man gets when his name crosses your lips seductively especially when you’re cozy. Just hearing it is an aphrodisiac, it ratchets up his desire because the message you send is ‘It’s you I’m thinking about and no one else.’ And men need to hear that, it’s tied to their primal urge to beat out all the competition.”

    However, just blurting out his moniker as often as possible isn’t going to do it for him. You need to make it count. For instance, when you’re feeling sexy in a public setting, like in at a party, drop it into a sexy conversation and then say something like, “Ibrahim, I need you. I can’t wait for us to get home”. Those are funny things that endear us to our men. He won’t only want to make love to you when you get home, he will want to make you know you’re special. And when you’re about to go on it and he’s putting the moves on you, coo his name to draw his focus entirely on to you and kiss him to let him know you desire him.

    2. Never underestimate the power of an unexpected touch: Just by stimulating his nerve endings when he’s not prepared for it, you create a positive physical connection that leaves your man wanting more. Even better, your guy subconsciously gets hooked on those mini-moments of excitement and craves them when you’re not around. From now on, be on the lookout for opportune moments to touch him “accidentally.” For example, don’t ask him for his keys…glide your hand into his pocket and slowly take them out. Don’t ask him to pass the salt…reach across him, letting your breasts rub against his arm. Don’t walk past him at home or even at an event, press your rear into his gear. These sneak attacks work like a charm.

  • I had no shoes until my fourth year in secondary school

    I had no shoes until my fourth year in secondary school

    Jackson Lekan Ojo speaks about security matters with intense passion. However, the success recorded by the Osun State-born security expert has been more like a fairy tale. As a child, Ojo never knew he would become a man of any consequence in life. And if a seer had told him that he would become somebody in life, he would have sneered. But with resilience and hard work, he succeeded in changing the misery that life had wanted to force on him.

    Today, he belongs to various national and international bodies on security issues. Among these are the Association of Industrial Security and Safety Operators (AISSON), and the International Foundation for Protection Officers.

    Although he now manages a multi-million naira security outfit in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, rising to the top was not a bread and butter affair.

    He said: “I thought I never thought that I would be this successful, even if I had to live for many years. Each time I try to tell my story, I feel like crying.”

    Tragedy struck shortly after he entered secondary school in 1979. He lost his father in an auto accident. “My uncle then decided to train me. He paid the initial school fees of N28 at Imesi-Ile High School, when I entered Form 1. I remember that he stopped paying my fees after I refused to run an errand for him, and my father told me that, that was the end of my education.

    “But before we resumed for the third term in 1980, the late Chief Bola Ige became the governor and declared education free for all. That was what gave me education at the time.”

    After secondary education, his uncle took him to Lagos to learn carpentry. But, once again, fate played a fast one on him at a job site one day. He fell from the roof of a building and that put paid to his carpentry career. But shortly after that, he was again taken to learn repairs and maintenance of air-condition and refrigerator.

    He said: “I learnt that. But when I did my freedom, it was not a ceremonious one, as nobody followed me. I simply bought a kampala fabric and sewed a jacket with it. I went to my boss and he gave me the certificate. I had only one picture as proof of the ceremony.”

    But if he had hoped that graduating as an artisan would liberate him, it turned out to be the beginning of his many problems.

    But it was also the beginning of a process that would change his life forever. “My uncle just called me on August 2, 1988 and said that I had to leave the house. I asked him where he expected me to go, but he said I should go to wherever I liked.

    “The day I left, I had no transport fare. I trekked from Iju Water Works to Ojota where I joined a tipper lorry that took me to Edo State. I entered into a factory and became a factory worker at Udofe Industries Limited. The company manufactured wheelbarrow, head pan and cooking pots, among other items. Eventually, I became a machine operator; a supervisor and later an assistant manager before the company collapsed.”

    He also had the opportunity of attending many management courses while working with the company. He was soon on the move again. He moved to Port Harcourt, where he lived from hand to mouth and without proper accommodation. But like a cat with nine lives, he soon got ‘a humble place’ to lay his head.

    “I got to Port Harcourt on November 14, 1999. I did not have a bank account until about 2004,” he said

    However, luck smiled on him when a former minister gave him a contract from which he realised the sum of N200, 000. He invested the money and established a solid foundation for future successes.

    “Today I travel by air to anywhere I want. I have comfortable homes and a fleet of cars,” he said.

    But in spite of his relative success, Ojo does not socialise.

    He said: “I don’t socialise, I don’t do any social activity. I don’t believe in sports. But I read. That is the only thing I do in my leisure time. I don’t even watch films, I don’t play music, I don’t have a disc of music in my car or in my house, I don’t play tennis. I only read books.

    “At times, when I come out in the night and look at my compound, see cars and the beautiful environment, I simply go on my knees and thank God. I learnt how to repair refrigerators and air-condition, but I paid somebody to install the 14 split A/C in my house. By the time I come to the middle of the compound, I cry and say ‘God, I didn’t know that I could buy a spoke of bicycle in my life. My life nearly ended as a carpenter. I thank you for what you have done for me.’

    “Since I made it, there is nobody that cannot make it. I wore slippers for the first time in my life when I was in Form Four. From Primary One to Primary Six, I had no slippers from Form One to Form Three. It was when I entered Form Four that I wore my first pair of slippers. But today, by the grace of God, I can afford to give out N1 million. It is a must for me to be kind and generous. If I’m not generous, then I’m not glorifying His name.”

    He got into security business by accident, but today, he is a factor as he has made fame and fortune. Always willing to open new frontiers, Ojo is currently studying Criminology at Open University.

    He said: “Something happened in 2009: a friend of mine, who is a former minister, was bringing some people from Turkey to open a PVC company in Nigeria. I was sent to Eleme Petrol Chemical, because that was where we were going to acquire our raw materials. And we had already booked a date for the foreign experts to come to Nigeria. But barely three days to the date, Boko Haram insurgents blew up the police headquarters.

    “The people now called us to ask about the security measures that we had in place for them. We told them that the police were there to protect them, but they said that they learnt that the police headquarters in Nigeria was bombed, what type of security were we going to give to them? They refused to come into the country until they were satisfied that they would not be hurt. Lo and behold, that was the end of the deal.

    “I looked at it, and said ‘what can we do?’ I decided to go for security courses, and I chose to specialise in an area.”

    Lamenting the state of security in Nigeria, he said: “Look at the number of people that are dying in the North. Look at the high profile kidnappings across the country and the high rate of armed robbery. Who is safe in Nigeria today? Nobody is secured. You are talking about law enforcement agents in Nigeria; how much are they paid? Some of them have been in service for 10 or 20 years, but they have not gone beyond the rank of a sergeant. What is the salary of a sergeant? Police are not provided with security gadgets.”

    Asked what the solution to the country’s security challenges is, he opined that security experts should head the defence ministry instead of politicians who know little or nothing about security and its challenges.

    He said: “If I’m to advise on the area of security, I will tell them to go and look for a super general who retired from the military intelligence, navy intelligence, defence intelligence or the national intelligence agency. We need people from these special areas with cogent experiences in the field of security to head our defence ministry. The military chiefs will respect them.”

  • Azazi family mourns again

    It is no jubilation time for members of the Azazi family, who are yet to come to terms with the death of the late National Security Adviser (NSA), Gen. Owoye Azazi. Penultimate week, one of his brothers, Felix Azazi, died from a boat mishap along the waterways of Ekeremor in Bayelsa State.

    The accident occurred on August 10, but his body was recovered three days later, after frantic efforts by local divers and community youths. Celeb Watch gathered that his body was recovered along with that of an unidentified man.

    The deceased, an indigene of Pereforu in Ekeremor Local Government Area of Bayelsa State, and others were said to be travelling to Ojobo in Burutu Local Government Area when their boat capsized while trying to overtake another boat.

    Friends, associates and other sympathisers have been thronging his family home to commiserate with them.