Category: Sunday magazine

  • Bishop Jefferson feeds the poor at Christmas

    Bishop Jefferson feeds the poor at Christmas

    Bishop Bankole Jefferson, the overseer of Mercy Tabernacle Church, Lagos, led its annual outreach, tagged, “Help from above on Tuesday at the church premises in Ogba, Lagos.

    When the knowledge of God comes, Jefferson assured the crowd of beneficiaries who thronged the church premises that they would not suffer again. “We are giving you physical and spiritual food, the physical you would carry home today but the spiritual would guarantee that God would change your story.“

    He said the masses are suffering “not because the enemy is too strong. It is because of the lack of knowledge.”

    Jefferson goes down memory lane to reveal how the programme originated about fifteen years ago. “Sometime ago, I was waiting for help and I was hungry. One woman, Mrs. Bashorun, in our neighbourhood cooked food and sent to me. That Christmas I was very hungry and there was nothing in my house and my child was hungry. As I was eating the food, I thanked God and he spoke to me saying that I should be feeding the poor, promising to turn my life around.”

    Jefferson also used the opportunity to give Nigerians his revelations about the New Year. “The Lord said it is going to be a year of celebration for His children. So it would be great for Christians to stand together while the rich churches stand for the poor. By this time next year, we want more lives to be transformed.”

    As far as the political class is concerned, Jefferson said that there is so much that needs to be done by those in authority. “It seems like the political class is not serious, they are busy writing letters when they should be working. The nation is bleeding and they need to take the people out of the shadows.”

    Jefferson came to Lagos in September 89 to start the first branch of Winners’ Chapel for Bishop Oyedepo in Iyana Ipaja.

     

  • ‘My boy was set for Chelsea Football Academy’

    ‘My boy was set for Chelsea Football Academy’

    Olawale Marouf Awosanya used to live at 43, Ojo Giwa Street, Jankara before last year’s explosion which started from number 45. He lost his son Hameed in the ensuing fire. He speaks with Gboyega Alaka.

    WHAT would you say caused the fire?

    About what caused the fire, the fact remains that we do not have the right to query our neighbours on what they are storing in their apartments or stores. We’d all paid millions of naira in rent and as such had exclusive right to whatever we put in our apartments. So it is only the landlords who have the right to inquire about what you are storing in his building. Now, whether the landlord knew about it or not, I do not know.

    Are you saying that you never knew that the place was being used as a store for firecrackers?

    We knew. As a matter of fact, I normally ask once in a while if these things they were storing didn’t pose any danger to our safety and existence. Even the next apartment to my restaurant and hotel, which is a three-bedroom apartment, was also being used to store fire-crackers.

    Can you recall how the whole thing happened on that day?

    The whole thing began at about five minutes past nine in the morning. I was indoors resting. I’d woken up at about five am in the morning, before retiring to rest. All my children were around because it was a holiday period. About three of them are undergraduates on holidays. Some Ibo boys were busy catching fun down stairs, shooting fire-crackers. Suddenly and within five minutes after I went in, I just heard a firecracker crash into my apartment. Suddenly, more crackers crashed in rapidly and it suddenly dawned on me that this was more than mere crackers being shot by people. Good enough, I’d always warned my children to always run for safety anytime there is an incident of fire, instead of worrying about property. So the moment this started, they all rushed out. In fact, I came out last. But unfortunately, I lost one of them to the explosion.

    Didn’t he come out on time or what happened?

    What happened was that we had two exit staircases. All those who came through the front staircase escaped, but he unfortunately tried to exit through the other exit which directly faced the explosives stores. He was hit by one of the flying crackers and he fell down writhing in pains. Unfortunately, nobody could go near him; it was like a warfront. Besides, most of the elders were injured and nursing their injuries.

    How old was the boy?

    He was 13 and in SS2. He would have been 14 on March 31, 2013.

    So what compensation have you got since the incident, whether from the owner of the firecrackers or the government?

    We haven’t got anything yet. Not even an apology to say sorry from the owner of the shop. The government invited us to a tribunal hearing and we thought that something would be done to ameliorate our losses, but we were all surprised to see the police giving the store owner full security and literally treating him like a VIP. In his statement, he said the Lagos State Government was one of his customers; Cross River, and a few others. He said all the firecrackers used during the National Sports Festival, the 2009 Under-17 World Cup, the Lagos Carnival were all bought from him.

    How many houses were affected?

    Almost eight houses were burnt beyond repairs. Unfortunately, the government has refused to allow the property owners to rebuild their houses. They have asked them to come and partner with them before they can rebuild the houses.

    Tell us about the boy that lost his life. What were his plans?

    His name is Hameed Olasunkanmi Awosanya. He was an SS 2 student of King Ado High School and full of dreams. He was a boy of promising future and a great footballer already. Just before the fire incident, he had already been granted a United Kingdom visa to enable him proceed to Chelsea football Club’s Youth Academy. It was Debo Aransiola, who got him the visa, in his effort to help groom his huge talent. We only prevailed on him to hold on and finish his SS2 before traveling. If only we knew what laid in wait for him in Nigeria!

    Were you able to rescue anything from your properties?

    Absolutely nothing! As a matter of fact, I now eke a living serving as an assistant to the owner of this shed. I get paid a thousand naira daily. I lost virtually everything I had. I ran out in my shorts. At the end of the tribunal hearing, we were all told to go without any commitment. After the incident, Governor Fashola went on TV to say that we brought the havoc on ourselves. And I also went on the same Galaxy TV to reply him by asking if we, as ordinary citizens, have the right to query our neighbours on what they are storing in their apartments. Shouldn’t it have been the job of the government agencies to ensure that such dangerous goods were not stored inside town and amongst people and valuables? Such things should have been stored at warehouses around the port, and not amongst people. The batch of fire-crackers that eventually went on fire was brought in on the 24th of December in three fully loaded containers. And I remember asking them if this thing would not pose any danger, because I already thought that three-trailer loads were too much for a residential and commercial area. Even one of the attendants responded by assuring me that they were not dangerous and that they were all mild fire crackers.

    Couldn’t you have reported to the police?

    The police were helpless. Are you talking of the same police that usually escorted the goods to the warehouse and even lend a hand during the offloading? And the owner of these goods is a young chap of about 35 years of age. In fact, save for the loss of life, our own loss was minimal, compared to those who lost millions. Some even lost dollars that got burnt in the buildings.

    How did you take it, seeing the boy writhing in pain and in the throes of death?

    I came out last, and I didn’t even know that he’d been caught up in the crossfire. I was seriously burnt and rushed to the hospital, so I didn’t even know that he had died. It was in the news the following evening that I heard that one man called Murphy and his son died in the inferno. At that point I started asking questions, but they just dismissed it, since they didn’t want me to know anything at the time.

  • Christmas  I’ll never  forget

    Christmas I’ll never forget

    A pleasant surprise, a wonderful gift or an experience that would be cherished for a long time. These naturally are some of the things we all expect at Christmas. Once we get what we desire, the memories linger and like Oliver Twist we are likely to ask for more. As we look back , a memorable Christmas would be very easy to remember and cherish. The Nation on Sunday’s Edozie Udeze, Adetutu Audu and Gboyega Alaka spoke with some of our celebrities and they recount the Christmas that they will never forget.

    Uti Uwachukwu, BBA winner

    We will have to go back to the Christmas of 2008 where I spend Christmas with my whole family after a very long time. We went to the village, it sort of reminds me of the…., everywhere was cool and calm with no noise around. The closeness of the family, all the people abroad cam e back for the holiday. It was really warm. I’m a family type of guy. For me that should be one of my but Christmas ever. I really do not expect Christmas gift, it is only when it is birthdays that I expect gifts. It is not about receiving, my charity outfit I coming out on the 20th of Dec and that is my own way of giving back to the community.

     

    Kunle Afolayan, Actor, Film-maker

    I really can’t say precisely, but the few that still stand out would be the ones that I celebrated in my village in Agbamu, Kwara State. My father would take us home every Christmas and my uncle, Chief Samuel Adedoyin would always throw a big party, with lots of children in attendance from all over Lagos, Ibadan and everywhere else and we would have a big celebration, dance and generally have fun. Those were really memorable moments for me and I always looked forward to the next Christmas. I also hope to be able to replicate that when I have the capacity, and make sure that my children travel to Agbamu and have a taste of those great times that we had.

     

    Shirley Aghotse, former Miss Tourism

    It was a long time ago when I had Christmas with my paternal grandmother. There was no money for food, so I told her that she shouldn’t worry that God will provide. Being a faithful God somebody brought a bag of rice and some other people chicken. It was just a miracle because she wasn’t expecting it. That made our Christmas.

    I am not expecting gifts from anybody but definitely because I am from a loving family and I have loving friends. I am just glad that I am alive and I am glad that Hewas born and He came to redeem our souls.

     

    Omasan Buwa, ex-Beauty Queen and Executive Assistant to Delta State governor on Physically challenged.

    Christmas is being commercialized. Christmas for me is the season for Christ even though I knew Christ was not born in December. The Best Christmas for me is when we have Christmas carol from house to house or when the kid will come from house to house and come to sing. Those days when we were young and we will do some nativity play. Those were the good old days for me. I will prefer those Christmas or when we were young, wear cloth, go to church and eat rice, those were the Christmas I will like to remember but these days everything is commercialized, well it’s all good but I will like to remember that Jesus Christ is the reason for the season..

     

    Martin Adaji, Director, general of the National Troupe of Nigeria (NTN), the nation’s foremost dance troupe.

    It was one Christmas when I lost my Aunt. You see, she was like a mother to me. My mother took her to live in our house immediately she got married to my father. From then onwards, she trained her through tertiary institutions and practically gave her out in marriage. She was my mother’s younger sister. And as soon as she got married, she took me along with her to her own house.

    In fact, I grew up knowing and taking her as my mother. So when in 1985, I was preparing to get married, she took it upon herself to shoulder almost all the responsibilities. What happened was that my wedding was to be in April (Easter) of 1986; so by Christmas of 1985 she had bought all the wedding materials for my wife. She was also the one that even picked my bride for me. We were that close.

    It happened on 23rd December, 1985. They, (she and her husband) had hired a driver to drive them home at Ayangba (then in Benue but now in Kogi State), from Zaria. On their way to Abuja, it happened, a terrible accident took place and my aunt was the only one that died. We learnt that the driver was trying to avoid a pot hole when the 504 car skidded off the road, hitting a road block.

    As a matter of fact, that year we were home at Ayangba earlier for Xmas. My grandfather had died in December 1984 and we had gathered to celebrate the one year memorial. We are still in that jolly mood when three neighbours of ours approached our house. Seeing us in good moods, they did not know how to break the bad news of the death of my Aunt to us. They were not really sure whether the news they got was true or not. Instead, they went to the Catholic Parish Priest in town who was incidentally my mate. It was he who broke the news to me. When he did so, I immediately held him on his shirt, saying, father, if this is a joke stop it.

    To make sure we were not being deceived because then there was no GSM Phones, I quickly entered my beetle car to drive down to Zaria that night. As soon as I was set, my mother entered the car and together we drove all night and got to Zaria early in the morning, when my uncle (my aunt’s husband) saw us, he broke down in tears and said to me, Martin, your mother is dead. And I said to him, Uncle if you do not show me where she is in this hospital I will break down all these doors. It was when I saw her corpse that it really downed on me that I’d lost her; that I’d lost the woman who was my mother, who meant everything to me in this life…

    “It was later that my uncle told me that she said that whatever happened we shouldn’t postpone the wedding. I was so shocked and sad that I wanted to shift the date of the wedding. But when uncle said this, it immediately occurred to me that my aunt saw her death coming. But I tell you one thing, that wedding was not complete without her. Up till today, I cannot erase her memory from my life, for she was everything to me. Once Christmas is approaching, my mind goes to her and I’ll then remember that horrible Christmas of 1985.

     

    Muftau Fasasi, Finance Director of UAC Nigeria.

    “It was in 2000. It was one year I’ll never forget. I and members of my family had gone to Jos, the Plateau State capital a month before the Christmas day. On the morning of 25th December as the Christmas carol were being sung and I looked through the window to see people walking the streets in winter Jackets and Swelters, it then occurred to me really that Christ was born on a cold night. The message immediately sank inside of me.

    You know Lagos is usually hot and I’ve been here all my life. So, that moment I celebrated that Christmas in Jos in 2000, I immediately realized that the whole story told about the birth of Christ, the coldness of Bethlehem in Judea, the role of the shepherds who braced the cold weather, all reminded me about the true story of the coming of Christ.

    Whenever Christmas approaches, my mind quickly dashes back in time and I’ll then remind myself that there can never be another Christmas as memorable as that one to me. You see if we can all celebrate Christmas when there is winter and the cold is blowing from every angle it will help us to appreciate the celebration better. Christ coming happened when the weather was cold to help send down the message to humanity and the vivid account about it in the Bible shows how we all can relate to it. Since 2000, I’ve been wishing to have that sort of Christmas again, but it has not been possible.”

  • When firecrackers blew Christmas away

    When firecrackers blew Christmas away

    IT was five minutes past nine on the morning of December 26, 2012, and expectedly the hangover of Christmas celebration still hung in the air. Being also a public holiday, many were actually still sleeping, while a good number just had or were about settling down for another sumptuous breakfast, in line with the mood of the day. Firecrackers aka ‘banger’, aka ‘knock-outs’ were also still blasting recklessly and reverberating across the nooks and crannies of Lagos city, courtesy of youths who would rather die than miss out on the pseudo-war opportunity the yuletide period annually presents. This was especially the case on Ojo Giwa/Okoya Streets in Jankara area of Lagos Island on this fateful day.

    A group of half-drunk and over-excited boys were passing by and as usual throwing bangers into the air to mark their passage, when one of the mini-explosives hit the roof of a three-storey building said to be a huge warehouse for loads of bangers and other mini-explosives. They probably didn’t know the house warehoused loads of banger or knew but never knew their action this time could change the situation of things in a matter of seconds and turn a day of celebration into one of pandemonium, death, sorrow and doom for several other people.

    But that exactly was what happened. Within a couple of minutes, a serene environment that only had a few people streaming in to open their shops for what was expected to be a day of low sales, literally became a war zone, as one of the bangers triggered off a torrent of explosions and follow-up explosions that was to last about four days, kill four (including a fourteen year-old school boy waiting to proceed to UK to join the Chelsea Football Academy), raze down eight four-storey buildings, burn down over ten cars and destroy goods worth billions of naira, including cash in different currencies. The explosion also defied the strength of the fire fighters of a whole city, as all effort could not arrest the triggering explosives. A particular businessman was said to have lost stacks of US dollars bills, which he had stored ‘safely’ in his shop, ostensible for convenience of use.

    According to Alhaji Kareem Arabambi, who sells bulbs and other electrical appliances in the vicinity of the explosion, the whole thing started rather unexpectedly from the building directly opposite his own stall, where the fire-crackers were being stored. Somehow, the importer of the fire-crackers and some of his staff had thought it wise to come in early to ventilate the warehouse/store in order to let out the heat, since they had only recently uploaded containers of the goods into the store. So they came around and opened the windows to allow in fresh air to cool the place.

    “But you know, it was the 26th of December and all the young boys around were in celebration mood and shooting banger and other firecrackers indiscriminately. Somehow, I think one of the bangers found its way into the store and before we knew it, there was explosion everywhere, as one explosion ignited the other, leading to a war-like situation. The pandemonium was such that no-one knew where to run to. It was like a siege onto ourselves. The fact that many of us traders had also arrived made matters worse, as this also led to several cars numbering about 12 being burnt. I think the fire raged for almost two weeks before the last fire simmered. In all, about 12 buildings, all four-storey buildings were burnt down. As you can see, some of the affected buildings have totally collapsed, while the others still standing are good only for demolition. Even my shed, which as you can see is directly opposite was affected. Indeed, it was a terrible day. The fact that the house was stocked with dynamite further enhanced the damage as each explosion shook the buildings to their foundations. Even King ado high School, right behind my shed was affected. If you look closely, you’ll see that the government is still carrying out some renovations. Even I abandoned my stall and all my three children who were around at the time all ran for dear life, and we only regrouped much later.”

    Speaking further, Arabambi disclosed that four lives were lost. Some, he said were trapped or caught-up in the staccato of the cracking fire, while some were trying to rescue some of their goods. “Across the road at the top of the building directly opposite the warehouse to the left was Murphy Hotel, which is now history.” Arabambi continued. “Even the hotelier himself lost his son, who was a student of King Ado High School.”

    Asked if this reporter could meet and speak with some of the victims who lived in the affected buildings or were directly affected, Arabambi explained that most of them have left the area, seeing that there was nothing to wait on. He however disclosed that most of the people now selling in make-shift sheds around the burnt down houses, were some of the affected shop-owners who are trying to pick their pieces.

    “These people,” he said, pointing “used to own shops and stores worth tens of millions of naira in the buildings.”

    At this point, one of the curious onlookers, who had been eavesdropping on this interview volunteered to take this reporter to the hotelier, Olawale Marouf Awosanya popularly known as Murphy.

     

    Agony of a man

    Murphy is a dark broad-shouldered towering man of over six feet. On this particular day, he was assisting in one of the make-shift tents erected by the side of the road to sell imported cooker, steamers and stuffs. That, he said, is what he has been reduced to. He now ekes a living, helping with sales by the tent and gets paid one thousand naira daily. He is still practically homeless and depends more on assistance from friends to carry out some of his major financial obligations. Yet this was a man who owned a hotel that occupied most of top floor of 43, Ojo Giwa Street, where he also lived with his family. For a man who lost a son and a whole business and family belongings, he seems quite like a man who has put the sad incident behind him, until he started talking. His pain, as it were, derived more from the fact that he saw the danger coming, and yet could not prevent it. And he felt, and still feels let down by a government that refused to stand up to its duties and a police force that was practically an accomplice in the situation that led to the fire explosion and his loss.

    Murphy admitted that he was aware that fire-crackers were being stored in one of the floors of number 45, Ojo Giwa Street. He was also aware that part of the floor, where his hotel was located, also housed some of these dangerous goods. As a matter of fact, he recalled how he was in the habit of voicing his fears on the dangers of the explosives, each time they were being offloaded into the warehouse.

    “The batch of fire-crackers that eventually went on fire was brought in on the 24th of December in three fully loaded containers. And I remember asking them if this thing would not pose any danger, because I already thought that three-trailer loads were too much for a residential and commercial area. Even one the attendants responded by assuring me that they were not dangerous and that they were all mild fire crackers.”

    He therefore concluded that his pain and anger stems from the fact that he saw the danger and yet couldn’t do anything. “The fact remains that we do not have the right to query our neighbours on what they are storing in their apartments or stores. We’ve all paid millions in rent and as such have exclusive rights to whatever we put in out apartments. So it is only the landlord that has the right to inquire about what you are storing in his building. And of course the Lagos State authority and the police. Now, whether the landlord knew about it or not, I do not know.”

    Asked why he didn’t lodge a complaint to the police, Murphy shook his head and laughed wryly. “The police were helpless. Are you talking of the same police that usually escorted the goods to the warehouse and even lend a hand during the offloading?” He queried. “And yet the gentleman who brought this calamity on us all is a mere young man of about 36!” He shook his head again.

     

    Death of a dream

    His son, Hameed Olasunkanmi Awosanya was a young boy of 13 with huge football talents. He was an SS2 student of King Ado High School, which was also partially affected by the explosion. According to Murphy, “The boy was a boy of promising future and a great footballer already. Just before the fire incident, he had already been granted a United Kingdom visa to enable him proceed to Chelsea football Club’s Youth Academy. It was Debo Aransiola, who got him the visa, in his effort to help groom his huge talent. We only prevailed on him to hold on and finish his SS2 before traveling. If only we knew what laid in wait for him in Nigeria!” He lamented.

    The whole incident, according to him, started at about five minutes past nine o’clock in the morning. He had only just retired indoors to take a rest, having woken up much earlier. Being a festival season, all his children, three of whom were undergraduates were all on holidays. Some boys were busy catching their fun downstairs, shooting fire-crackers and making as much noise as they could summon, which was not unusual for a Christmas period. Suddenly a fire-cracker crashed through one of his apartment’s windows, right into his room and exploded. Thinking that was unusual and probably the result of one of the over-exuberant boys, he made to gather himself up from the bed, only for another one to crash in, and another, and another. More fire-crackers crashed in and many more blasts reverberated everywhere and it suddenly dawned on him that something had gone wrong.

    Murphy recalled that he had always prepared his children for emergency situations such as this, warning them to always make for the exit, rather than attempt to rescue anything. “So the moment this started, they all rushed for the exits. In fact, I was the last to come out. But unfortunately, we lost one of them to the explosion.”

    The building had two exit staircases, with one opening directly opposite King Ado High School, while the other opened onto Ojo Giwa Street and directly opposite the house where the explosives were stored. Hameed obviously was hit by a barrage of these explosive and because everybody including the adults were all running for dear life, his little boy was left to die slowly in the mayhem.

    Even he didn’t have any inkling of the disaster that had befallen him, until the day after, at the General Hospital, where he was being treated for burns. Murphy had sustained multiple burns in the process of the explosion, with his right leg badly burnt. He only became suspicious when it was announced on the news that an hotelier and his son had been killed in the inferno.

     

    Complacency A

    In one of the make-shift sheds was also Fausat Azeez; she sells bulbs and also used to have a shop in the building where the explosions began. She also lost goods worth loads of money and is only now trying to find her feet. She wasn’t yet in the market on the day of the incident, but her children had already come ahead of her to open the shop. She recalled the sadness that enveloped her the moment she got news of the explosion. “I immediately became very sad, especially when I got here and saw the enormity of the destruction, with the fire still raging and the bangers still going off. Truth be told, it is a day I would like to forget.” She said.

    Did she see this incident coming?” We asked.

    But Fausat only smiled wryly. “Look,” she said resignedly, “I’m only a little girl; it is the elders who should have spoken up and taken action. Who am I? People lost goods and money worth billions! Even now, one year after, we haven’t got anything in terms of compensation or help. Not from the importer of the explosives, not from the government and not from the landlord. As for me, I leave everything to God.”

    As for Chukwuemeka Osuchukwu, who incidentally is the PRO of the Okoya/Ojo Giwa Traders Association, his major appeal is to his Excellency, the governor of Lagos State, to help them get back on their feet. As far as he is concerned, this journalistic mission is only a sad reminder of their huge loss, which they have been trying hard to forget and get over.

    “Individually, most of us lost goods worth millions of naira because we lost everything. Even the shops were worth millions in rent. The least shop around here goes for around N50,000, and you have to pay for up to six months, one year or more.”

    Chukwuemeka was relaxing in his apartment in Ajegunle area of Lagos, when he got the rude shock of a call from his friend that shattered his Christmas mood. He quickly headed for the market, only to find that everything was already beyond control. He recalled that the overall loss definitely ran into billions, since aside the building that were all three-storey, most of the traders had both packing shops (stores) upstairs and retail shops on the ground floors.

    “A lot of people also lost cash in local and hard currencies.” Chukwuemeka added.

     

    Unfulfilled promise

    Cletus Nnadiukwu is the chairman of the Okoya/Ojo Giwa Traders Association. According to some members of the market, he was a man of means with a thriving electronics business. But that was before the explosion. He is one of whom even Murphy, the hotelier, said his loss aside the death of his own son- cannot be compared to. As at the time of the incident, Nnadiukwu had just paid N3.5million for a six-year rent. He also disclosed that he lost about N13million in all.

    Overall, he said the losses of the affected traders and property owners would definitely be in billions of naira.

    Today, and sadly too, he makes do with a shed from whence he tries to rally his fallen business and get on with life.

    He is however not under any illusion that the government is owing him any kind of compensation. According to him, “They are not owing us anything. Neither did they enter into any contractual agreement with us.”

    His association is therefore only appealing to the Lagos State governor to fulfill the promise he made to the traders on the day of the incident last year, so that he and his colleagues can be able to get back on their feet.

    “The governor was here on that day, together with his commissioner for the Environment. The traders met with him and he promised on the spot to assist us. And we believe him; and that’s why we’re hoping.”

    He revealed that even LASEMA (The Lagos State Environment Management Agency) had been seconded to the area to enumerate the number of people and the level of damage.

    Nnadiukwu however denied knowing that the explosives were being stored in the buildings. “From our own investigation, it was only the landlord that knew because he was the one who let out the place to the importer. We also learnt that the importer, Mr. Semilore, is a relation of the landlord.”

     

    Insurance

    After that tragedy, the traders are now seriously considering insurance in case of future disasters. But up until now, none of them has entered into any kind of insurance, Nnadiukwu revealed.

    He explained that there is a way the traders including himself, think when it comes to issues of insurance. First they like to always have their fund at the ready, second, ignorance, and third, suspicion. “There is the belief that insurance people are only out to dupe people and that you only see them when it is time to collect your money; while they make things nearly impossible when it is time for them to pay back.”

    He agreed that the losses would have been greatly reduced if they all had insurance.

    “Most of us are beginning to have a rethink; but that will have to wait until our businesses pick up again. Maybe we’ll even make it a union thing.” He revealed.

    He concluded that last December 26 was one Boxing Day he will never forget.

    “The explosion caught us all unawares, consuming virtually everything within its range. Aside the hotelier over there who lost his son, we also lost a mallam (a house guard), who got up from his sleep a little too late and was ‘attacked’ by hundreds of flying firecrackers. A particular woman popularly known as Iya Koro also lost her 15-year old daughter. Even the hotelier spent two months in the hospital while another, Wasiu was in the hospital for three months.

  • Omosede  Igbinedion thinks  matrimony again

    Omosede Igbinedion thinks matrimony again

    THREE years after the union between Omosede, daughter of the Esama of Benin, Chief Gabriel Igbinedion, and Prince Aven Akenzua hit the rocks, the charming prince, obviously not one who sought for undue attention, went out of limelight. Not much has been heard about him ever since. But the buxom lady seems to be enjoying life and moving on. Rumour mill is agog that she is giving matrimony a second trial.

    Theirs was one of the weddings of the year. It was a royal wedding that drew many from all walks of life. But after two years, the residents of Edoyaye Avenue, off Osawe Street, Etete, GRA, Benin City, were thrown into panic when armed mobile policemen, said to be acting on the order of the Esama, stormed the palatial mansion of his in-law (Aven) in two lorries to evacuate his daughter’s belongings.

    Aven is a son of Enogie Uyieken Akenzua, the younger brother of the Oba of Benin, His Royal Highness, Oba Erediauwa, and had against the wish of the Benin palace forged ahead and got wedded to Omosede, the eldest daughter of Lady Cherry Igbinedion.

    The marriage produced a baby boy in 2009 and was widely celebrated by the house of Igbinedion in a grand style. Although the reason for the separation was kept as a top secret, sources had speculated that the marriage probably crashed on the ground that the ancestors as epitomised by the Oba of Benin never gave their support and blessings as required by Benin tradition.

    In what appeared to be a total disregard to the apparent disapproval of the Benin monarch to the marriage, Chief Igbinedion and Enogie Uyieken agreed to the uncommon colourful royal traditional/church wedding of their son and daughter on December 31, 2008 and January 5, 2009 respectively.

  • CHIWETEL EJIOFOR- ‘I’m happy as actor and man’

    CHIWETEL EJIOFOR- ‘I’m happy as actor and man’

    This year’s Toronto International Film Festival welcomed many actors with more than one film to promote. Chiwetel Ejiofor, who, thanks to his commanding performances in Biyi Bandele’s Half of a Yellow Sun and Steve McQueen’s 12 Years a Slave, attracted more attention, among audiences and critics alike, than Benedict Cumberbatch, Jesse Eisenberg, and Colin Firth combined. In Bandele’s adaptation of Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s novel, set in Nigeria during the Biafra War, the actor appears as a politically motivated professor who flees his home with his family as tensions intensify between the Hausa and Igbo people. And in McQueen’s hotly anticipated drama, he stars as the real-life Solomon Northup, an African-American freeman who was kidnapped and spent 12 years in slavery. Ejiofor, born in Britain and of Nigerian descent, mostly works in the States, and he brings his profound sense of worldliness to these two parts. I met with him in Toronto to talk about how he transitions between roles, the allure of Los Angeles, and how it feels to be the center of so much Oscar buzz.

    DO you remember the moment when you thought to yourself, “It’s decided. I’m going to be an actor”?

    I did my first play when I was maybe 15. I didn’t make a decision to become an actor. Actually, I still haven’t officially. I just keep on doing it and then people ended up calling me that. The point was when somebody offered to pay me for it! [Laughs] I thought, “Okay, so I can do something that I love and get paid for it. I guess that makes me a professional.” My father was a doctor, but also a musician, so we had that creative element in the family. If I’m connected to the work and experience I find it a very rewarding and enriching way to spend my life.

    Was it difficult for a Londoner like yourself to adjust to the Los Angeles lifestyle?

    I [still] live both in London and L.A. Because I did Amistad when I was 19, I’ve already been [in Hollywood] for quite a long time. And I have people [around me] that I’ve known for a very long time there. It always seemed to me like Hollywood is a sort of alter-ego of Los Angeles. L.A. in itself is actually this beautiful place where there’s lots of places to hike, surf, swim. I like getting out there. I like swimming, love sailing, so I really enjoy the outdoorsy nature of L.A. I also like the people. Californians have this chilled-out vibe. It’s a very interesting place to be.

    What drew you to Half of a Yellow Sun?

    I’ve known Biyi Bandele [the film’s director] for many years. We’ve talked about a possibility of going back to Nigeria and making a film for a long time. Then this beautiful book came out, so it was a perfect mixture of events. It was a deeply personal experience. Because not only are my parents Nigerian, but also Igbo [an ethnic group from southeastern Nigeria] and from the exact region then that all the events of the film take place. I feel [African], but also distinctly Igbo. The south is a very specific place in Nigeria. I love being there. So the events [civil war-related] in the film happened to my own family. This part of our history is very defining. The Biafran War was the first one covered by media, and the first images of the starving children later associated with Africa now were taken then. It was the first time people saw Africa in terms of a humanitarian crisis. This war was also the reason why my family left and went first to Paris and then to London. This is the reason why now I speak like this.

    You were born in London. Have you been to Nigeria before?

    Many times. I used to spend my summers there when I was a kid. As an adult, every couple of years. I recorded interviews with my grandfather, 10-hour long conversations, before he died. I’ve always had a long and fruitful relationship [with Nigeria].

    What was the time span in between this film and 12 Years a Slave?

    I shot Half of a Yellow Sun immediately before 12 Years a Slave. In fact, I flew from Calabar to Louisiana. I was excited about doing both films. It was an interesting transition: The last place I visited in Calabar was the slave museum. Hundreds of thousands of Igbo, every decade for about 200 years, were taken out of this region and transported to America, a lot of them ending specifically in Louisiana. So in a strange way, even though obviously I flew there, I was following the route of those people…and then telling this other story of slavery. It felt very connected.

    You’ve already portrayed a slave in Amistad. How was the experience different this time?

    It was completely different. Amistad was a court case. This is talking to and about the specifics of [Solomon Northup’s] life. When I was making 12 Years a Slave, I didn’t reach back to that experience. It didn’t feel connected.

    Watching a story like this one, one keeps wondering how humans can be so savage.

    We carry on doing that, just in different ways and in different places. We use violence as a way of making money, sadly. That’s what we do and have been doing for a very long time. If that’s the premise of any given society then you’re going to have situations like that. Wars, slavery of some form or another.

    How do you feel about the Oscar talk surrounding the film?

    I think it’s great when people respond to the film in a positive way. But I’d say I’m always a bit suspicious of words like “buzz” or “hype.” The film, and Northup’s story, deserve sort of a little reflection. I’m worried of all those things being put onto the film before it’s even out, before anybody’s had a chance to sort of breathe with it a little bit. Northup’s autobiography is one of the most devastating, inspiring, beautiful, and haunting things that I’ve ever read or been involved in. I’m glad that people are excited, but they should watch it with their own eyes, without any expectations. Just see his story, the story we’re trying to tell.

    12 Years a Slave has been tipped as the Schindler’s List of black experience. How do you feel about such comparisons?

    You could look at it as a specific history lesson if you like, because it speaks to that as well. It’s a very detailed, brilliant, firsthand account of what was happening at that time. And it’s Northup’s gift to the modern day, that we can have a day-in-day-out access to what occurred in that period of time. I feel it should be in every school in the world; it’s an extraordinary piece of literature. But also it speaks to human respect. And I feel like this is what people take away from it, a story about human respect, and that’s a great thing for young people or anybody to reflect on.

    You said Half of a Yellow Sun and 12 Years a Slave were shot one right after another, but you look very different in them.

    I always find that if you put your mind in a different place, you end up sort of physically changing. I probably weighed exactly the same in both of the movies, but the characters’ attitude, worldview, the way they hold themselves was so different, that when watching those two films one might think my weight has changed. But it’s just because I’m carrying myself differently. I always find that the way into a character is physicalthat you’re body changes as your outlook changes in terms of the character.

    How was working with Sean Bobbit, Steve McQueen’s cinematographer?

    Sean is extraordinary in his detail and what he’s able to capture and the beautiful way he works and shoots with the light is purely amazing. And actually the two of them, Steve and Sean are this amazing combination in the first place.

    Steve McQueen claims, “There are actors and there are artists.” Which one are you?

    I don’t necessarily think of myself in those terms. I suppose I like his idea [laughs]. Obviously, what we’re involved in is an art form, and for me it’s always been a very fascinating one, because it’s about self-expression and using yourself as a conduit to express other things. Your body, your mind, your voice, what you’re giving. I’ve always thought it was very interesting, ever since I started acting.

    Happy actor, happy man?

    I don’t know if these two are connected. I think they are separate, maybe. You can be happy in your acting life and miserable at home, or happy in both places, or miserable in both. I am happy in both, luckily.

  • ‘I won’t want my son to do  to me what I did to my father’

    ‘I won’t want my son to do to me what I did to my father’

    •29-year-old undergraduate who dumped Medicine for Mass Communication after 10 years

    What could make a student abandon Medicine for Mass Communication, having spent 10 years trying hard at the former? This is the big question our intern, Godwin Simon attempted to answer, when he went after Ismaila Mansur Akolade, a 100 level Mass Communication student of the University of Lagos now in his 10th year as an undergraduate.

    ISMAILA Mansur Akolade as a 100 level student of Mass Communication at the University of Lagos is by all means expected to be a fresher and a green horn in the university affairs, but his mature outlook, carriage and composure suggest clearly that he is he is none of the sort. As if to confirm this writer’s suspicion, a reliable source, who is close to Ismaila disclosed he had indeed spent a whopping ten years at the University of Ilorin, studying Medicine before quitting barely two weeks to the commencement of his final qualification examination. His days at the University of Ilorin, the source said was characterised by serial failure, which inevitably put him at the bottom of the class, hence his decision to quit at the eleventh hour. Curiously, Ismaila is not sitting at the bottom nor struggling in his new endeavour as he currently sit in the first class category with a Grade Point Average of 4.71.

    In an exclusive interview with our reporter, Ismaila revealed that his action was triggered by his passion for the journalism profession, which he said is parallel to the wish of his father for him. He noted that his dream was never to become a doctor, but was forced into an unholy matrimony with the profession by his father who sees the medical profession as prestigious and thus wants ‘the best’ for his son.

    “Principally, my action was due to the fact that I never wanted to be a doctor. I was initially in medical school because I had to follow my father’s bidding. He wanted me to become a doctor but when I discovered after 10 years that it was not going to work and that my professional life was going to be nastier and more horrible, I took the decision to leave and follow my dreams. I refused to be held down by the medical certificate because I reasoned that if I should write the final examination, it might make me drift away from my dream of studying Mass Communication.” He said.

    He recalled his days at the University of Ilorin Medical School, which he described as ‘horrible’ and ‘nasty,’ noting that he was a very terrible student and had a very negative reputation. He said,

    “Perhaps, I was the most unserious medical student UNILORIN has ever come across. I spent 10 years in the medical school, four of which was due to failure. I repeated class in 200, 300, 500, and 600 levels respectively. After the whole saga, especially when I came to study Mass Communication, I discovered that my failure was not due to an inability or mental incapacity to handle medicine; it was because I was just never interested in it.”

    He revealed that the reason for his passion for the journalism profession was his talent and propensity which he believes would thrive and gain relevance only if allowed to be expressed as a journalist.

    His words: “There is this Law-Mass Communication dichotomy. People thought I was leaving medicine for an equally ‘prestigious’ course like Law. You know the way society view it especially in Nigeria: If my son is not a doctor, he should be a lawyer, engineer or accountant. Having analysed both law and medicine, I discovered common characteristics in them. First of all are the rules. I won’t call myself a lawless person, but I am someone who likes to be free. I don’t like dress codes, neither do I fancy uniforms. When I was in the medical school, there was a rule that you must be in a particular shirt at a particular time and other dress codes. I don’t like conventions.”

    “I am not an undisciplined person, but I hate being caged by unnecessary shackles of profession. This sharply differs from my current course. Mass Communication is everything. Look at the issue of beats; if you are an aviation reporter, you look more like a pilot when you start talking. In Mass Communication, you are a complete human being. You can be here and there. I love the professional plurality and intellectual freedom obtainable in it. I felt that this course is more of me than law.”

    He said his father was embittered by his decision to quit medicine after all his investment into the profession. He however said he was encouraged to embark on his mission after seeing the movie titled, ‘Three Idiots,’ which triggered the instinct of resoluteness in him and taught him that life is predominantly about risk taking.

    According to him, “I will not want to feel the way my father felt when I left. If I put myself into his shoes, I won’t want a son to do to me what I did to my father. However, I got the inspiration from the movie to dare and to take a seemingly difficult action, more especially because life is risk taking and not about the present alone. The lessons from that movie contributed 40 per cent to my final decision. I believe strongly that if I graduate from UNILAG, become a world class journalist and achieve greatness in the profession; my father will be one of those who will celebrate with me.”

    Ismaila admitted that it was not easy for him to start afresh and adapt since he had spent most of his years studying science-based subjects in secondary school. Sitting down to deal with arts-based subjects, he said, was difficult but the determination to succeed made him to withstand the avoidable failure that stared him in the face.

    “I was driven by passion. I went to settle with all relevant books. I did extensive reading and I also had a friend who taught me mathematics. When the result came out, it was excellent. I actually had distinction in all my papers.” He said.

    He recognised the contributions of his lecturers in Mass Communication department, to his quick adaptation to life on campus, saying that their words of encouragements, have helped him to quickly overcome his medical school trauma, and helped him to re-orientate towards excellence.

    “These lecturers of mine are beyond just lecturers for me. They are my advisers, comforters and encouragers. Those that heard my story assured me that I can still bounce back and be great in life. With this, I was able to re-think and desire to be studious. Thank God the results are reflecting my efforts

    Ismaila said the 10-year experience has redefined him and has taught him a lot of lessons, which he wishes to use to educate the younger ones to forestall falling victim of such unpalatable experience.

    He appealed to parents to always consider the interest and ability of their children rather than imposing professions on them.

    In his words, “Parents should allow their children to express themselves. That parents are privileged to give birth to children does not give them absolute control over their destinies. Parents can only guide their children. Children should be allowed to have more input on how they would live their lives. Parents should not play God with the future of their children. Your child doesn’t know how to write or speak English very well but he is very exceptional in Mathematics and you insist he should go and study law! He has a special ability in writing poems and mind-bogging articles but poor in calculations, yet you said he must be an engineer! Parents should stop acting against the natural talents and propensities of their children.”

    He also challenged young ones to hold their destinies in their hands to avoid being swayed unnecessarily. “If you don’t make a decision for yourself, someone will make it for you. Don’t abandon your future in the hands of anybody. Do your own research and know the movers and shakers in your profession of interest, so as to inspire you the more. Young ones should not leave everything in the hands of their parents. It is noteworthy that he who pays the piper dictates the tune, especially when the piper has not decided the exact tune to play.”

  • Looking  fabulous this  Yuletide

    Looking fabulous this Yuletide

    THIS certainly is the time of year when celebration is uppermost on the agenda. It is indeed the best time to look good and fabulous. Interestingly, middle-aged men and women today are becoming more and more interested in fashion and style. This trend has been sparked by the growing number of advertising campaigns for men and women fashion magazines that encourage them to be more conscious about fashion and style.

    As a result, suits, designer watches, cool shoes, luxury skincare products, and basic makeup have been very popular for 50-something men. Old is the new, and with that, 50 is the new 30. This only applies, however, if you were a very good boy way back in your younger years. If you took good care of your health by staying fit, ate the right food, knew what moisturisers are for, and maintained an open and fresh attitude to the world, you should be looking sizzling hot by now. If you continue taking good care of yourself, you’ll continue to have that “certified hottie” label by the time you’re a grandpa. Fashion is not about numbers.

    Forget about your age. Sure, there are clothes tailor-made for young guys, but fashion is all about your body shape and what works for you to maintain a unique modern look. If you have a killer V-body, which at age 50 is so darn hot, wear something that looks good for an athletic physique. As you mature, your style must be sleeker, more sophisticated, and less fussy. Don’t be lost, think about Hugo Boss. If you don’t have the budget for designer clothing, get an inspiration from the design and look for less expensive interpretation of similar styles. It is recommended that you buy fewer but better pieces each season

  • Ties with  classic effect

    Ties with classic effect

    HAVE you ever wondered why most of the men prefer to wear designer ties at workplace? Match a stylish and plain shirt with silk ties and all of a sudden you will become the sharpest person at the office. It is extremely important to look professional at your place and this is where the need of fashion ties comes into the forefront.

    It’s no secret that the colour of tie one chooses can have a dramatic effect on their overall appearance. Regular tutorials about how to properly pair specific necktie colours and patterns with various ensembles will help tie wearers to dress to impress.

    Ties for men are a great way to achieve the professional look always desired by them. They can enhance their professional look in a considerable way by simply wearing a tie. Most of us regard fashion ties as merely part of an inherited tradition. The business leaders have started the trend of wearing men’s ties and the young executives will step into their shoes and follow suit. Men wear ties at workplace as it is the part of their work culture. The ties worn by you show the essence of your personality.

    Men usually wear silk ties with suits. While wearing a sport coat, you can wear cotton and knit ties because they’re more casual. Even a neck tie is an essential part of corporate culture. It’s a fabulous idea to keep more than one designer ties with you at the work place just in case you have an unplanned meeting that comes up.

  • Toyin Subair  plans return

    Toyin Subair plans return

    FUN-LOVING businessman and the dynamic chief executive officer of the wholly Nigerian Pay TV HITV, which is now comatose, Toyin Subair, is planning his return to the country, if the news making the rounds is to be believed.

    The intellectual property lawyer who has been hibernating in the United Kingdom after his business suffered a setback, we gathered, is strategising to return home and venture into a new business. Inside sources say he has been shuttling between Nigeria and UK in recent times.

    Subair relocated abroad after the pay TV company ran into trouble waters with one of the financial institutions in the country.