It still feels like yesterday when we watched our brothers and sisters beaten, attacked, shot at and killed by those who swore an oath to protect us.I still feel so much pain remembering it all.😭😩We will never forget! #EndSARS#EndSARSMemorial
Oyinkansola Badejo-Okusanya makes history as the first-ever elected female president of the Nigerian Bar Association (NBA), since its inception in 1960. 🔥🇳🇬
It is my pleasure to announce that we have officially commissioned the landmark Nnenna Oti Bus Terminal in Umuahia, and it is now ready for public use. The project is a multimodal transport hub designed to accommodate more than 340 buses at once, powered by sustainable infrastructure and connected to our growing network of electric buses.
The facility is named in honour of Prof. Nnenna Nnennaya‑Oti, the courageous INEC Returning Officer in the 2023 governorship election, whose integrity and patriotism remind us that ordinary people can achieve extraordinary results by simply standing for the truth.
Her name on this terminal is not just about one person, but a tribute to all electoral officials, security operatives, party agents, and citizens who resisted intimidation and defended democracy.
With 20 electric buses already in operation and more on the way in the coming weeks, the project signals our bold vision for a modern, safe, and sustainable transport system in Abia. The facility is also supported with independent power and water systems to ensure uninterrupted operations.
In my address titled “Raising the Bar”, I stated unequivocally that we have moved beyond the era of small ambitions. We refuse to be boxed into margins that underestimate our strength. This principle underpins all our undertakings.
I extend special commendation to the contractors, Planet Projects Limited, for a job well done in delivering this landmark facility. I also appreciate the dedication of the Commissioner for Transport, Dr. Chimezie Ukaegbu, the SSA Transport, Dr. Obioma Nwaogbe, and their team for the critical role they played in bringing this vision to reality.
I call on all residents and members of the host community to take ownership of this facility, to maintain a clean environment, and to guard against vandalism. This terminal belongs to you, and its success depends on your care. I also urge all Abians to pay their taxes regularly. Development cannot be sustained without collective responsibility, and every naira contributed helps us deliver the future our people deserve.
He died without a wife, a child, or something that will keep bearing his name after he passed
Bro to bro don't wait till you become very rich before you get married and start bearing children, if you don balance small abeg marry... Life is too short to enjoy it and get married later. Even if you can't marry please have a child that will continue your legacy
Now people who don't know what he suffered to make money will enjoy it.
What a sad reality.
PUBLIC APPEAL.
EVERY MOMENT MATTERS, HELP FIND EUNICE AMEH.
I deeply express my concern over the unfortunate disappearance of Miss Eunice Ameh, who was reportedly last seen on the 6th of May, 2026, at about 5:40 PM, shortly after the close of work around Lake Chad Crescent, Maitama, Abuja, while heading towards Life Camp.
This development is both painful and deeply troubling, not only to her family and loved ones, but to all members of society who value human life, safety, and dignity. Incidents such as this remind us of the urgent need for vigilance, compassion, and collective responsibility within our communities.
I hereby appeal to residents of Abuja and the general public to assist with any useful information that may aid efforts to locate Miss Eunice Ameh. No information is insignificant. Anyone who may have seen her, interacted with her, or observed anything unusual around the stated location and time is kindly urged to promptly contact the nearest security agency or reach out to her family.
I also respectfully call on the relevant security authorities to intensify efforts towards ensuring her safe and immediate return. In situations like this, every passing moment matters.
May we all stand together in humanity, empathy, and solidarity until Eunice Ameh is found safe and reunited with her family.
Aare Olumuyiwa Akinboro, SAN, FCIArb (UK), Life Bencher
Past General Secretary, Nigerian Bar Association.
Yesterday, we officially named our 3 kings in an intimate circle of love🤍
Rahman, Raheem, Rakeeb 🤍
JULY, we’re coming for you with the big celebration! The thanksgiving party will be for everyone to witness God’s goodness! Dates will be announced soon 🙏🏼
We are Forever grateful to God and to everyone that came to celebrate with us ..
Outfit @mymara.lagos
Wifey’s outfit @douzngrace_collection
Wifey’s makeup @pelz_glam
Gele @abydouz_gele
🎥 @shotbydebbs
#TripletBlessings #NamingCeremony
*The Corruption Jesus Christ Died to Expose...*
Someone told me recently — “Do you know there’s something that happened in the temple that most people never fully explain?”
I thought I knew the story.
*Matthew 21:13 (NKJV)*
*“And He said to them, ‘It is written, “My house shall be called a house of prayer,” but you have made it a “den of thieves "*
Jesus walks in… flips tables… calls it a den of thieves… walks out.
End of story.
But wait—no. That’s surface-level thinking. That’s what we’ve all been told. The real thing? It goes deeper… much deeper.
Den of thieves” wasn’t just about stealing—it pointed to a system… a hiding place where corruption was normalized under the cover of religion.
That’s what He was confronting.
You see Jerusalem was the center of everything.
Every Jewish man—no matter where he lived—had to come.
Egypt. Babylon. Greece. Didn’t matter.
And when you came, you didn’t come empty.
Two things were required: – Temple tax
– Sacrifice
Simple? Not really.
The trap started at the gate…
You couldn’t use Roman money.
Why? It had Caesar’s image—considered idolatry.
So what happens?
You’re forced to exchange your money.
And guess who’s waiting right there? Moneychangers.
Charging fees.
Every. Single. Time.
You haven’t even started worship—and you’re already paying.
Then comes the sacrifice…
Maybe you carried your lamb from home.
You kept it clean. Protected it. It mattered to you.
But now?
The priests inspect it.
And suddenly—there’s a problem.
A spot. A mark. Something “not right.”
Rejected.
Convenient, right?
Because right there… temple vendors are selling approved animals.
At their price.
You’re tired. You’re far from home. And Passover won’t wait.
So what do you do?
You pay.
You have no choice.
So who was behind all this?
The high priestly family.
The house of Annas… with Caiaphas in office.
This wasn’t random.
This was a system.
Controlled. Structured. Profitable.
A religious monopoly.
Every worshipper that stepped into Jerusalem? Passed through their hands.
Then Jesus walks in…
And He doesn’t ignore it.
He doesn’t adjust to it.
He doesn’t preach around it.
He flips it.
Tables flying. Money scattered.
This wasn’t just “passion.”
This was exposure.
He shut down a system.
A system that made money off people trying to meet God.
Think about that.
Now ask yourself—
Why did they really want Him gone?
Was it just doctrine?
Just theology?
No.
He touched their money.
He exposed their control.
He disrupted their power.
And men don’t tolerate that.
The tension didn’t start at the cross.
It started the moment He interfered with their system.
From that point?
It was no longer discussion.
It became a decision.
Jesus didn’t just cleanse a temple.
He confronted corruption.
He exposed manipulation.
He revealed what happens when men use God… to build systems that serve themselves.
And let’s be honest…
Would He find anything different today?
Or would He still be flipping tables?
*To Be continued...*
*Selah*
SEXUAL ASSAULT ON WOMEN AT OZORO FESTIVAL IS A NATIONAL DISGRACE
A society reveals its true character in how it treats its women. Where women are chased, stripped, groped, violated, and publicly humiliated by mobs under the guise of celebration, what is on display is not culture. It is barbarity. It is a collapse of conscience. It is a stain on our shared humanity.
The deeply disturbing reports emerging from a recent festival in Ozoro, Delta State are not just troubling, they are horrifying. Women were allegedly accosted in broad daylight, forcefully stripped of their clothing, sexually assaulted, and subjected to degrading treatment by groups of young men while others watched, recorded, and, in some instances, cheered. No woman should ever have to endure such terror, such exposure, such violation of her dignity.
This was not a festival. This was lawlessness. This was gender-based violence in its most primitive and shameful form.
These acts amount to a grave violation of the fundamental rights to dignity of the human person, personal liberty, and security as guaranteed under the Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, 1999 (as amended), as well as other international human rights instruments. They also constitute serious criminal offences under our laws, including assault, sexual violence, and public indecency.
The NBA condemns these acts in the strongest possible terms. No tradition, no custom, no so-called cultural practice can excuse or legitimise the degradation and violation of women. Any practice that permits such cruelty is not culture. It is criminality.
We call on the Delta State Government and all relevant law enforcement agencies to act swiftly and decisively. The perpetrators must be identified, arrested, and prosecuted. Those who aided, enabled, or failed to intervene must also be held accountable. Justice must not be delayed, and it must not be selective.
Silence, indifference, or excuses in the face of such brutality only embolden further abuse.
We further call on community leaders, traditional institutions, and festival organisers to take urgent responsibility. Cultural celebrations must never become theatres of violence. They must reflect dignity, order, and respect for human life, not chaos and cruelty.
The protection of women is not optional. It is a legal duty. It is a moral obligation. It is a test of who we are as a people. Nigeria must not become a place where women live in fear of being stripped of both their clothing and their dignity in public spaces.
This must never happen again!
Mazi Afam Osigwe, SAN
President, Nigerian Bar Association
Huwaila Muhammad
Chairperson, NBA Women Forum
God!! God!!!
Do you understand how much happened to those ladies! It was more than the assault, it was the mob!!!!
They were mobbed like criminals!!!
Pure beastial vigor unleashed on them, in droves!
Can you even picture the horror???
A hand reaches for your breast. You try to swat it away, but two more are already there. You realize you can’t fight them all, so you stop attacking and go into a desperate, frantic defense. You cross your arms tightly over your chest, trying to shield your own body from a drive of invaders. You are a fortress under siege.
But that does nothing.
Five more pairs of hands reach to rip your top. Three more are tugging at your bra, the straps digging into your shoulders. They are prying at your locked arms, trying to force your chest open, while the rest of the mob is pushing and pulling you in a dozen different directions.
You are fighting to keep your bra on, for your dignity.
Your flight response is screaming. Your legs are making a run for it even before your brain can process the path - this is pure survival now. Dignity has taken a back seat. You leap, trying to break free, but they pull. You feel your top give way, the fabric shredding, and suddenly your breasts are feeling the cool evening breeze... exposed to the eyes of these rabid drove.
You are using every ounce of feminine strength, against all these pure masculine energy fueled by the frenzy of a mob and lust… just to keep your arms wrapped around yourself. You’re trying to keep your balance things are happening faster than you can process. You realize you’re losing, so you drop. You collapse into a fetal position on the ground, trying to become as physically small as possible. To disappear.
But before you even hit the ground, hands grab the waistband of your jeans. The fabric is trapped between their grip and your skin. They pull. You feel the denim and the lace of your underwear fold into a brutal, agonizing wedgie between the lips of your vagina - the searing burn of the friction as they tug.
And you’re confused because you didn’t steal, you did kill… you were just a woman, commuting.
I didn’t censor my words because I want it to read as uncomfortable as possible.
Because there is not a single place on earth, in all of human history, where a man has faced this type of coordinated, ritualized horror from a mob of women.
Women get raped for “culture”, they get raped as a “punishment”, they get raped for revenge, they get raped for “duty”, they get raped for “rituals”, they get raped for looking too good, for dressing too scanty, “asking for it”, for being a tease, for getting in a room with a man, for being a toddler, for being an old woman in her 70s, for daring to commute in a BRT, for daring to breathe…
God!!!!
Listen to the beautiful voice Ifunanya Nwangene, aka Nanya Music.
This is another very promising life that Nigeria wasted because even our supposed best hospital in the FCT, FMC, Jabbi, had no antivenoms to save her life after a snake bite😭😭😭💔💔💔