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PUBLIC UPDATE ON ODG AFRICA❗️❗️❗️
Today was my third visit to the State Investigation Department (SID), Police Command Lagos, regarding the ongoing investigation involving ODG AFRICA.
I met again with the Commissioner and the individual presented as the so-called “MD” of ODG AFRICA.
For clarity, here are the positions they stated during the investigation:
✅They claim they are NOT a recruitment agency, but “entrepreneurs.”
✅They said everyone who got a mail/invite from them, definitely APPLIED for a role. THEY STATED THAT CATEGORICALLY
✅They stated that their interview process runs in phases for three (3) days.
✅They said on the first day, applicants undergo a short interview of about 20 minutes, followed by an “orientation” session lasting approximately 3-4 hours.
✅They also claimed that some individuals who paid did not return after the first day of the process.
✅They submitted a statement of account covering August 2025 to date, asserting that payments for “training materials” began in August last year.
The SID unit will now conduct a cross-examination and detailed review of the submitted account statement.
It is being examined. It will follow due process.
In the meantime, I am actively reaching out to individuals who made payments into the ODG AFRICA account, whether for “training materials,” interviews, orientation, or any payment connected to securing a job opportunity. I already have some very handy.
If you are one of such individuals, send me a DM immediately.
I am compiling documented evidence, payment proofs particularly, receipts, timelines, to submit during my next visit to the Police Command.
Like I have said before, and I will repeat again:
I WILL SEE THIS THROUGH.
Properly. Lawfully. Completely.
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GOD is in your midst, he will help you.
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Just read this beautiful story 😭❤
I live in a 12-unit apartment building. For two years, I didn't know a single neighbor.
We'd pass in the hallway. Nod. Maybe say "hey." Then disappear into our separate lives.
That was normal. That was city living.
Then someone new moved into Unit 3.
Her name was Diana. She was maybe 70, recently widowed, moving to be closer to her daughter.
The first week, she knocked on every door in the building.
"Hi, I'm Diana from Unit 3. Just wanted to introduce myself."
Most people were polite but brief. We weren't used to this.
But Diana didn't take the hint.
The next week, she left a note in the lobby: "Building potluck. This Saturday. 6 PM. Bring whatever you want. Or just bring yourself."
I almost didn't go.
But Saturday came, and I could hear voices in the lobby.
Five people showed up. Out of twelve units. We stood around awkwardly at first.
Diana had made enough food for twenty people. "Just in case," she said, smiling.
We talked. Actual conversations.
Turned out the guy in Unit 7 was a musician. The woman in Unit 10 just had a baby. The couple in Unit 5 ran a bakery.
We'd lived on top of each other for years and knew nothing about each other.
Diana made it a monthly thing.
Then someone suggested a building group chat. "For emergencies," they said.
But it became more than that.
"Anyone have a ladder I can borrow?"
"I made too much soup. Anyone want some?"
"Can someone feed my cat this weekend?"
When the woman in Unit 10 had to go back to work, three neighbors offered to babysit.
When the musician in Unit 7 had a gig, eight of us showed up to support him.
When someone's car got towed, four people offered rides.
Last month, Diana's daughter called me. Diana had fallen and was in the hospital—nothing serious, but she'd need help for a few weeks.
We created a schedule. Someone brought her meals every day. Someone else took her to appointments.
She cried when she came home and saw the system we'd built.
"I just wanted to know my neighbors," she said.
But she did more than that.
She turned twelve strangers in separate boxes into a community that shows up for each other.
All because she knocked on doors and refused to let us stay isolated.