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  • The witch cried yesterday

    The witch cried yesterday

    • By Mike Kebonkwu

    Nigeria today brings to mind the fascinating scene from the inimitable William Shakespeare’s play, Macbeth, when the three witches met chanting incantation before a boiling cauldron: “Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble”.  Concluding, the first witch asked, “When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?  Replying, the second witch retorts: When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won”. They saw a foreboding air of uncertainty, a gathering storm and a tempest of national calamity.

    President Bola Ahmed Tinubu is not a stranger to Nigeria’s politics.  He is a grand master and the chess board is like the lines on his palm.  That was why he was able to wrestle with the political pigs and came out clean with the trophy. He is not ignorant of the depth of the rot in the system because he collected the banner from his own party, the All Progressive Congress (APC).  He was equally well prepared for office because it has been his life ambition.  That was why his campaign slogan was “emilokan” (my turn has come).  Now here is the horse race, and here is the field”. 

    The violence, hurly-burly on the street today was prepared yesterday, when the witch cried that Nigeria was broke and the federal government was printing the local currency against all orthodoxy. 

    Now, now money, no food and the people have taken the dialogue to the street.  Mr President must engage them before they get to the next rendezvous in 2027.  Like the Shakespearian world, we believe in the interplay of the metaphysical and secular in this part of the world; we are incurably religious and fatalistic. 

    To us, every problem is caused by an eerie devil; one witch lurking somewhere that does not want our progress and breakthrough. We continue to bind and cast out devil; that is why our greatest investment and export is religion while we import food in the midst of our rich arable land. We spend more time speaking in tongues and binding the devil than to pick up our tools to work. We believe traffic accidents on our roads are caused by a jinx and blood-sucking demons instead of the decrepit and collapsing road infrastructure and disregard for traffic rules. We prefer to import the economic theories of the West lock-stock-and-barrel hoping to translate the reality of Europe and America to our own situation.

    Foreign partners will not fight insecurity for you; you should be prepared to equip your Armed Forces and put them to task to deliver on security.  Give all the money to pastors and imams to pray, it will never translate to safety and security just as you see it. School children have been in Boko Haram captivity for years and we have resigned ourselves to fate because our security forces and the intelligence community cannot rescue them. Many people are abducted and kidnapped for ransom by bandits and other criminal elements and for months they are in captivity until the ransom is paid. Ransom is not only paid in cash, the bandits also ask in addition, for fried rice and chicken, palm oil, cigarette,  medication drugs  as first cause to be delivered.

     The intelligence community and security forces are pre-occupied with responding to inappropriate political statement made by people in opposition while grandstanding as insecurity eclipse the entire landscape.  We had a fearsome retired general as president and head of government for eight years whose greatest asset was supposedly security, but turned out  a disaster and  more clueless than someone without any military training.  Bandits operated with brazen audacity under his watch; attacked and released some of their members at the Kuje Correctional Centre (prisons) under his nose in the federal capital territory.  They even threatened to abduct Mr President; and one could not have said that it was a joke because they made good their threat when they attacked the president’s convoy while on his way to his village in Daura. 

    He was simply absent-minded and his government became a bazaar of heist of unparalleled comparison in our national history.  While serious nations and people advance in science and technology to conquer their environment, we are sponsoring pilgrims for religious tourism to Jerusalem and Mecca.  We submit ourselves to the manipulation of religious conmen and spiritualists of all hues and political brigands. 

    Today, the health and growth of our economy is measured by the wealth of few individuals who are not entrepreneurs or people engaged in production activities, but government contractors and fronts.  That is why a president would tell the world as an achievement that his government produced more individuals with private jets!  These are not industrialists!

    Now there is hunger in the land and the people are on the streets.  It has never been like this with Nigerians, going on the street to protest against hunger and high cost of living. It is a foreboding omen for the health of the country and threat to our stability.  Witchcraft, No!   It is not any opposition, there is no opposition in Nigeria’s politics; they are all the same, half-a-dozen-and-six. It is poor governance, bad management, poor planning laced with corruption.  We have a multi-party system where the political parties exist only to provide platform as special purpose vehicle (SPV) to contest for elections. The politicians are rolling stone oscillating and migrating from one party to another in every election season. 

    People don’t have food to eat; they can’t even go to farm to engage in agricultural activities due to insecurity and they do not have money to buy food.  The cost of living is out of the reach of the proverbial ordinary man on the street.  The local currency has become virtually worthless and the take home income of workers can no longer take them home; as it has never in the past, anyway.  There is despair and desperation.  The government as usual in a panic mode is throwing money in the wrong direction as if that will solve the problem.  People suffer severe migraine buying gasoline at filing stations watching their minimum wage go into the fume of burning hydrocarbon. The economy is sinking into deeper mire and just the other day, a woman in one of the states in the Southeast was said to have sold her two children for a paltry sum of about N1.8 million just to be able to cater for the other children.  We are now on the street of Jonathan Swift’s world of Modest Proposal of consensual cannibalism.

    I am sure what is happening to our economy is not inflation by any means unless what my teachers taught me in economic class about inflation is wrong; which elementary definition is too much money chasing too few goods.  Yes, the people do not have any money, period!  The tokenism of palliatives is a mirage and will not go far.  We are not at war of a nature that should compel our people to live on hand-out from government and donor agencies.  Some states governments are reducing the working days and man hours as measures to cushion the effect of economic hardship.  Again, this translates to reduction in productivity of workers and yet, you want to grow the economy. We are indeed magicians! What a poverty of knowledge!

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    We are not investing in agriculture, we are divesting in education and health.  Our population is only growing because we do not need brains to procreate.  We wasted all the opportunities of yesteryears of huge oil earnings due to lack of purposeful and farsighted leadership.  We use our money to buy luxury and exotic goods that we cannot maintain and siphon the rest to offshore accounts to live in opulence in Qatar, Dubai, America and Europe.

    Fasting and prayers for a nation that is sleeping cannot turn the fortune of the citizens around.  All the anointing oil from the Arabia will not grow yam, rice and beans to feed our people.  We have to go back to the farm.  To this end, we have to fight insecurity not half-heartedly as we are deceiving ourselves today that security has improved; it has not.  We are facing serious threat of famine and starvation which is a greater threat to our corporate existence.  Talking about military coup is a boogie; it is a ruse and unnecessary distraction that we should not dignify with attention. 

    Let us focus the current problems of hardship and insecurity. People cannot be hoarding food when there is sufficiency and guarantee of replenishment.  Can’t we think? The security and intelligence communities are chasing and tracking small internet thieves and other minor infractions but they are not able to track and neutralize bandits and Boko Haram insurgents in their numbers and in their hideouts. These people are also using mobile phone and internet in their criminal activities. When we become true to ourselves, we will be able to solve the political and economic problems staring us in the place but if we fail, there is a prize.

    •Kebonkwu Esq is an Abuja-based attorney.

  • ‘My life as an ex-wizard, witch’

    Apostle Alexander Bamgbola is Chairman Christian Association of Nigeria (CAN) Lagos chapter. He spoke with Sunday Oguntola on his journey to the world of occult and intriguing lessons he came away with. Excerpts:

    How did you find yourself in the occult?

    I grew up in a Muslim family but my parents made a mistake to send me to Christian school. I went to an Anglican school for primary education and then Baptist High school where I received the Lord secretly. I lived my life secretly.

    I lived that life until I finished my school. In those days, you either work to any government institution to pick up a job in Electricity Company of Nigeria, which is now Power Holding Company of Nigeria (PHCN) or Ports Authority. But I made up my mind I was not going to work in the government establishments.

    Before I finished schooling, I made up my mind I would only work in a bank.  While in the High School, I would always dress up like I worked in the bank. So all my contemporaries started working in December immediately after our WAEC. It used to be automatic in those days. You didn’t have to sweat to get jobs.

    But I didn’t have a job. By January and February, I was still jobless.  I was living in Lagos with my uncle, a native doctor. He was a very eminent native doctor on Lagos Island. By April, still no job. And my friends were already living in rented apartments, drinking and womanising.

    By the end of April, my uncle called me. He asked if something was wrong with me. How come others had jobs but I was unemployed. I used to be active in First Baptist Lagos on Broad Street. I told my uncle I was only interested in working in a bank but none of the six banks I applied to have replied.

    He said well if that’s what you want, you should have told me. All I need to do is give you some little thing. A Baptist boy, I said no. About a week later, he called and did some incisions on my head and barely ten days later, I got an invitation for interview in Barclays Bank.

    What do you think a young man would do considering the timing? That marked the beginning of my involvement in the occult. I got the job with Barclays Bank. I worked in Barclays Bank for five year and two months. When I got to the bank, I saw how people made money.

    Before I left for America, I had become an ogbologo to extent that my late friend, Adesanya, took me to a place in Otta, Ogun State where they gave me more powers. When I was leaving for the USA for studies, my suitcase was 90 per cent full of juju.

    And they didn’t detect?

    They don’t care. Those days, there was no Customs like this but I learnt my lesson. Another late friend, Oshodi, was with me enjoying then in Chicago. We went to look for a very beautiful flat in northern side of Chicago whereas Nigerians were used to being in the south-south.

    One day, FBI came to arrest Oshodi because he had insurance issue. That was in 1971 and I was the only one in the house in the morning. We were on the 13th floor of the 42- storey building. They pressed the bell but I refused to open. They threatened to break in to the apartment. I rushed to my purse loaded with juju and started incantation but nothing worked.

    I was even ready to jump from the 13th floor. Well, they opened the door, put handcuffs on me and took me to their office. They saw my valid visa, school fees paid and passport and wondered why I refused to open the door.

    That night, Oshodi came voluntarily because he had married. We spent the night in the light jail and were released the following morning.  So I found out my juju will not work in America. I abandoned it to focus on work hard.

    That was the first phase. God blessed me so well in my university. I joined the American bank and abandoned juju. I started going to church. When I came back, I came back as an expatriate. The bank had already gotten my house in March in 1979 but I didn’t come back until October.

    So, how did you get to the occult?

    In 1982, I had a disaster. I was sick to the point of death. It was actually an attack. I woke up in my dream and saw myself dead in a stretcher in the hall way of a hospital. As an expatriate, the bank flew me back to Houston.

    But they found nothing wrong with me after series of tests. So I knew it was spiritual. My friend, who was a little older, told me he had always been saying I needed fortification to survive in Nigeria. He was in the occult and led me there.

    I joined over 30 occult groups within and outside the country. I joined the one in Benin, the Islamic occult, every occult and became heavily involved in the occult. Meanwhile, my ambition then was to become governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria.

    …And you believed you won’t become the governor of CBN without being in the occult?

    Yes. Twice, I was close to becoming CBN governor. I had so many friends in the military. Many of them were in the occult too. One of them became Head of States and promised twice to make me CBN governor. But it didn’t work until 1979.

    In 1987, we tried it again but it wasn’t possible. This time, I was with my spiritualists in the occult. They told me it would be done and I believed them and abandoned the church.

    It got to a point I had to become a wizard in the occult and there are sixteen powers of wizardry.  You take it level by level. I got to the eleventh point, receiving something like a small gourd rubbed on your body and no doctor can find it, never.

    I received eleven powers and I told them I was not feeling the power and they all agreed to give me the ultimate, which is witchcraft. We always accuse women of being witches but the real witches are men. So I became a witch. If you look at my head, you would find a spot where they made over 1,000 incisions in 1985.

    I was then acting Managing Director of my bank and we were sorting out things. I received the power of witchcraft in February/March. The spot in my head never healed. It even smelled at a point.  I started wearing natives. I was wearing agbada so that I could cover the volume of juju around my body.

    Suits could no longer cover them. I had to use agbada and the most expensive perfume was what you would find on my body because I could perceive the smell of the head myself.  For eleven months, this head smelled. But I became born again in 1989.

    How did you leave the occult?

    I had to leave because Jesus took me out from there. I had 13 personal cars, mostly Mercedes series. I loved Mercedes series, 200, 300, SE 300 and 500 American cars. The occult life continued until when the Lord was ready for me. Nobody would talk to me about it. I would just smile.

    If I would go to church programme, probably I would go once in two years. I would remove a lot of juju on my body, hide them in the car and still keep the most potent ones because there could be emergency even in the church. But when God was ready for me, Jesus would appear to me.

    I could be in the office, talking to my clients, opening my files and the face would just change. If I lied down and faced the ceiling, Jesus will just be smiling at me. That took about four days- the longest numbers of days I spent on earth.

    Jesus kept appearing to me. All the generals and ministers were meeting in my house every night for party. My wife came up during the four-day troubles and I had to open up to her.

    The woman laughed and said ‘I have been telling you Alex, you will not only see Jesus, you will wine and dine with Jesus.’ I was so upset. I thought the woman will be sympathetic.

    She was already a Christian?

    Yes, she was. She had been praying, weeping for ten years for my soul. She and my cousin would pray together for nine hours, weeping and crying for salvation of my soul.

    She knew about your involvement in occult?

    Yes, she knew. There was a section in the house where I have over 150 sponges to take bath. I had no peace in those four days. Something told me to go to Bethel Church. I was praying that Sunday would come. I just wanted to go to church. That Sunday, I sneaked into the church. I sat at the back.

    Rev Oduyemi just fished me out. He took me from there and put me right in the front. As he ministered, he gave the altar call. Before he finished, I had answered altar call. He laid hands on me and I felt over 1,000 thousand tons of ships had been removed from my head.

    Before then, I was almost a medical doctor to myself. I had hypertension, chronic hypertension, no sleep at night, no rest and then women with the military friends with drinks. In the day, you see me in suit, appearing as the finest banker in the town. But in the night, I was something else.

    The day I gave my life to Christ, every sickness vanished. I used to have blood pressure and all that. That day, I noticed nothing. I went to the doctor and became normal. My friends didn’t believe it. It took them years to believe me because I was the man in charge of music for my military group consisting of governors across the states involved in daily partying.

    Were there attempts by the occult members to draw you back?

    Not even drawing me back but killing me. I would just wake up on my bed and see letters. Real letters dropped. But I knew their activities before. They gave me seven-day ultimatum and arranged accidents to kill me.

    I was coming to Lagos from Ibadan expressway sometimes ago when the tire burst but nothing happened. I was crossing from my house, using Glover Street when a commercial bus appeared from nowhere. It threw me and my car to other side of the main road because they gave me deadlines of death.

    All those years they were threatening you, were you afraid?

    No, never.

    Why?

    I just knew I had touched the real thing. The Lord had become my shield and buckler. I just believed nothing could happen to me. When I knew the power of God is real. I knew too many of the secrets. I tried to kill my wife when I didn’t make to become the CBN governor. They were telling me that she was the one blocking it.

    In the two years I spent in the occult, no one ever came and say it didn’t happen. But in her case, it didn’t happen. With all the juju, they put blood on her night dress. I knew she would wear one. I went out and drove back around 5:30am, expecting to find her dead.

    But as I moved in, the security men said nothing. I went in and heard her voice, praying. I called my friend and I said ‘this woman is not dead o’. My friend said it is not possible. He took his car, drove to Ikoyi by 7 am to confirm himself. That was when it became clear to me that some people cannot be killd.

  • Witch snake

    Witch snake

    We must not show surprise at the lying tongue of Philomena Shieshe, the conjurer of the thieving snake. We must admire not only her lies, but the fertility of her imagination. She has put the story of our war on corruption in perspective. She invoked a maid, a conspiracy, a large sum of money, and a snake. The corruption tale has come full cycle.

    Right in the heartland of animal impunity, she conjures the most enigmatic of creatures performing the most fascinating business of humans: making money. The herdsmen in Benue State – not the cows – growl and attack and make mincemeat of man. The herdsman is in the business of killing in the name of cows. The snake was making a killing in the name of money. Both do business, but the rest of us suffer.

    The woman is like the herdsman, the snake her cows. Thirty-six million is no small sum in any currency, so she’s no small woman. We have two lethal weapons in one state: one killing humans, the other swallowing their livelihood. Philomena and her maid are not interested in striking like a thief in the night. Hers is a snake but only to the spiritual eye. As Apostle Paul has said, the natural man cannot understand the ways of the spirit. When Jesus says to his Thomas Didymus that a spirit has no flesh, blood and bones, Philomena is paying attention. We have not seen but we should believe. She can conjure in the blaze of day, in the haze and in the blight of night.

    She has learned one or two about corruption and how to mock it. She has demonstrated, through the hiss and jaw of a snake, that the war on corruption is phony. How different is her story from the reels of lies we have heard from the EFCC targets. The Dasukigate, the MainaGate, the NNPC tale with Kachikwu and Baru have had versions of snakes swallowing money. A person is charged, he says he is not guilty. He comes with a tale of phantasmagoria.

    The billions disappear. Often the stories end up in obscurity even though they are clear to all of us. When the men are detained and questioned, they come out afterwards with one triumphal lie. The snakes in our anti-corruption war are manifold. The first liar is the defendant. He says he is not the thief. He or she followed the rule of law. The more we look, the less we see. The best way to steal is not by direct putting of the hand in the cookie jar. Not in secret. But in plain sight. All who must sign, appends their signatures, all the way from to the lawyers and contractors and permanent secretaries. Yet billions are being stolen.

    The SANs are their serpentine accomplices. The case takes on are sinuous pattern. It goes to the court, it follows to the appeal court and when it gets to the Supreme Court, we think it is over. But we have only just begun. They were only treating a superficial part. The substantive matter is still hanging and hiding like the billions. Like the snake, it takes a path back to where it seems hidden. How many corruption charges have yielded jail terms since 2015? Like Philomena, the snake has swallowed the money, but no one can see the beast. What you cannot see, you cannot hold.

    We started the Administration of Criminal Justice Act (ACJA) to spike the serpent. But because it is spiritual, no one can strike it. A number of cases have followed the pattern of the swallowing snake. The Saraki case that has gone up and down, right and left like the adder on the alley. Or Patience Jonathan, who says the late mother owned the money and the EFCC is showing disrespect for our heroine past for her labours of love and profit in this land. Or the case a few years ago when top SANs defended two colleagues allegedly caught in the bribery scandal.

    Our money often assumes a lot of paths like the snake. They are stolen in Abuja or any state capital. They take a route to the bank. In the banks are many turns. It goes to a vault in Naira, meanders through files, and desks, slithers up to the offices of the bank directors and hisses in a disappearing act into another currency in the forex department.

    It reaches Europe in Euros, or goes to America in dollars, or other climes in their own currencies. They blend with the environment, look lush like the greenback of American dollars, or tawny like the desert sands of the Middle East. We search for them here in our banks, lawyers defending their thieves, whereas they have changed form and home. The “pepper has rested” elsewhere.

    In the case of Philomena and the N36 million, money is a spirit, it takes wings and disappears – into the bowels of the snake. In a few cases, a snake is caught. We applaud ourselves for such rare heroics. Like in some cases where some money has been returned to our coffers. But snakes have a way of escaping, like the re-looting of the Abacha $500 million. A big snake had vomited that. But another has swallowed it again.

    Nor is the snake the only victim of our lies. The goat, the stubborn mammal, bleats lies. Not long ago, children often lied when they failed exams and did not want their parents to know. They claimed, “Baba, I passed but the goat ate up my report card.” We may think the goat harmless unless when it sinks its teeth in an errant piece of yam. But the goat made news in 2009. One was prosecuted in Kwara State for stealing a car. The police arrested the goat, claiming that the real thief transfigured into the bleating beast.

    The Nigerian incident was foreseen by French writer Victor Hugo in his famous novel, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. A beautiful woman, Esmeralda and her goat are arrested and hanged for sorcery. The author was taking a swipe at the Spanish Inquisition for canonising violence in the name of justice.

    For the witch snake, Philomena was only mocking us for our hypocrisy. If billions disappear on apocryphal tales from politicians and get away with them, it was time shadowy citizen gave us a witch snake with a conjurer’s twist. The latter was provided with good humour by Senator Shehu Sani, who materialised with snake charmers at the JAMB office.

    But snake charmers, by their nature, are also phony. They cannot charm a snake in the bush, only the ones they bring to the show. But our people steal strange money, so we need a new breed of snake charmers. EFCC does not seem equipped for this, not with their lawyers, or our SANs sans honour, or our judges on the take.

    We have been happy to take what we can from the looters, even if they are small compared with what the witch snakes have swallowed over the years. As they say where I come from in the Niger Delta, ‘at all, at all na winch.’

     

    The bard and the trance

    Writer Wole Soyinka gave us an interesting word last week to describe President Muhammadu Buhari. I am still trying to figure out what he means by trance. Does he mean Buhari is in an ethno-nepotistic trance, which means the spirit of his ancestors have so overwhelmed him that he sees only people from his clan  when doles out appointments? So, he is president of Nigeria, but that trance makes him see Katsina even when he is supposed to see Owerri? Is that why he asked his Benue men to embrace his neighbours?

    Or is he in a religious trance, and he sees only men and women on Friday prayers and when Sunday comes he rejoices Friday has come so soon, and so appoints as though it is a one-faith country? I am not sure that trance is always a good thing. What we need, if we are to believe the bard, is to look for men who can exorcise that spirit and bring our beloved president back to earth.

  • ‘My wife is a witch’

    ‘My wife is a witch’

    Your lordship, my wife is a witch. She appears and disappears, using her wonder-working powers,” a businessman, Olarenwaju Moruf, yesterday alleged at an Igando Customary Court in Lagos State.

    He urged the court to dissolve her 17-year-old marriage, saying: “I’m no longer interested in the union, as the love I have for her has faded.”

    Moruf, 58, accused his wife, Fatima, who has a child for him, of witchcraft.

    “There was a day my wife appeared physically to me in my hotel room when I travelled to the North for a job. I shouted and she disappeared.

    “She keeps appearing and disappearing whenever good things are coming my way. She once appeared to me and my promotion letter turned to sack letter.

    “Everywhere I went for a solution, I was told my wife was responsible for my predicament. I believe this because I’m a witness to her devillish acts. She belongs to a cult,” he alleged. Moruf added: “There was a day I came home unexpectedly to pick what I forgot. I caught my wife holding a meeting with a cult member.

    “Fatima brings strange people to our matrimonial home, including a teenager, whose father is a herbalist.”

    The petitioner alleged that the respondent threatened to poison him.

    Fatima, 47, a trader, denied the allegations, saying: “I am not a witch.”

    Her words: “I am not behind my husband’s predicament. My hands are clean. I don’t belong to a cult. I’m a devout Muslim.”

    The respondent implored the court not to dissolve the marriage, insisting: “I still love him.”

    The court President, Mr. Adegboyega Omilola, adjourned the case till November 2 for further hearing.

  • Woman docked for calling ex-husband’s mother ‘witch’

    A woman,  Fati Mohammed, on Friday appeared before a Minna Magistrates’ Court, charged with calling  her  former mother-in-law, Fati Aliyu, a witch.

    The accused was arraigned in court following a direct criminal complaint filed by Aliyu.

    Aliyu alleged that Mohammed called her a witch after  demanding that she returned  the five-year-old child she had  for her former husband to her.

    According to the boy’s grandmother, the child had been on vacation with his mother.

    But when she  requested her to return him after the holiday,  the mother called her a witch.

    She prayed the court to order the accused to pay her N2million  in damages for defamation as well as order her to return her grandson who was put under her care.

    The accused, however, denied the charge preferred against her by the complainant.

    The presiding judge, Hassan Mohammed, advised the parties to give peace a chance and settle their differences amicably.

    Hassan adjourned the case till  Aug.  31 for further mention.

  • My wife is a witch, says man

    A 58-year-old mechanic, Sabitu Jimoh, has pleaded with an Alagbado Customary Court in Lagos, to dissolve his 26-year-old marriage over threat to his life.

    The petitioner, who lives at 39 Babsalam Street, Alagbado, Lagos, told the court that his wife, Afusat, wanted him dead.

    Jimoh described his wife as a witch, alleging that she accused him of ‘spoiling’ her charm when he entered her room.

    “She does not care for me, she stopped cooking for me in the past 20 years, I have tried to manage her but I have realised that she cannot change.

    “She comes home late every night and does not listen to me. At every slight opportunity, she abuses me. She is adulterous. At times, she won’t come home for a week and her mobile line is never available. I heard she is having an affair with a tout in the garage where she sells.

    “When I tried to correct her, she slapped me thrice. She said I wasn’t going to witness last December. I thank God I am alive,” he said.

    Jimoh told the court that if he accepted his wife back, his life would be in danger.

    “I am tired of the marriage, please dissolve our union,” he said.

    But, the 53-year-old Mrs Jimoh, denied the allegations saying: “I am neither a witch nor I fetish. I am also far from adultery.”

    She said all she wanted is a settlement adding that she was sorry for everything she did.

    “Please beg my husband. I still love him,” she said.

    The court President, Mr Olubode Sekoni, advised the couple to maintain peace and adjourned the matter till March 23.