Monthly Archives: August 2012

7 Access Bank Marketing staff dies of Hypertension in weeks

We should see in every LovePeddler an accusing finger pointing firmly at society as a whole. Every love-vendor, every partner in prostitution, turns the knife in this festering and gaping wound that disfigures the world. In desperate bid to increase its capital base, Access Bank, like love-vendor, has resorted to numerous unethical practices. In desperate bid to remain in business, set unrealistic targets for their female staff insisting that they either live up to expectations or lose their jobs.

A huge number of female bankers have either lost their jobs due to non-compliance or kept the jobs by embracing what has now been tagged ‘corporate prostitution.’ While some of them have died of heart-attack. Access Bank, we hear, has even gone a step further by buying official cars for some of the ladies who go about in skimpy revealing dresses to seduce high net-worth ‘customers’ to make deposits. This ‘trade’ has been so mastered by some ladies that they don’t have to fix a date or a venue for the exploitation, as they have ‘ready-made package’ for randy depositors who wish to explore the spontaneity aspect of the business. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 27, 2012 in Uncategorized


Cynthia Udoka Osokogu Was Killed By Her Facebook Friends In Lagos

24 Year Old Cynthia Osokogu left Abuja in late July 2012 (According to reports, on the 22nd of July 2012). Like many enterprising young people, the post-graduate student of Nasarawa State University was a clothing retailer and had travelled to Lagos to purchase new stock.

Cynthia had been chatting with some new “friends” on Facebook for a few months. In the course of their conversations, they developed a friendship and a level of trust. These young men were also university students, they seemed normal and promised to host Cynthia when she came to Lagos.

There is speculation that they paid for her plane ticket and promised to pay for her hotel as well. Only Cynthia knows if this is true. Whatever the truth is, Cynthia trusted her new friends and had no idea that they had sinister plans.

What we know is that, these 2 young men picked Cynthia up from the airport in Lagos and drove her to a hotel in Festac. At the hotel, they tied her up, robbed her of all the money she brought to shop for her business and strangled her to death. They then left the hotel and quickly deleted her from their facebook friend list to remove any trace of their connection.

The hotel found her body and since her ID cards and mobile phone had been stolen, they could not identify her or call friends and family. Her body was deposited in a morgue in Lagos. All this time, her family and friends were praying for her safe return.

How the Killers Were Caught at some point, one of the culprits accidentally answered Cynthia’s phone and the call was traced to Festac. Therefore, her missing person’s police report was submitted to the Area E Command in Festac. This enabled her family to find her body in the morgue and also led them to the hotel.

Using CCTV from the hotel, the killers were identified. According to reports, these two young men are university students who have now confessed that they killed Cynthia and she is their sixth victim – the gang reportedly specializes in luring unsuspecting young women, robbing them of their possessions before killing them.

Though there is speculation that their motive was ritualistic, it appears that it was greed and their main goal was to rob and kill. The pharmacist who supplied the drugs used on Cynthia and hotel staff have also been arrested. According to Police spokesperson Ngozi Braide, “Six people were arrested on Sunday over the incident and investigations are ongoing”.

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As you can see, Cynthia is one of Nigeria’s numerous social media generation girls (with BB and a facebook account), this unfortunately led to her demise. It is a warning that no matter how bored you are, you should learn to stay off facebook, ofcourse boredom is the number 1 reason why many people join facebook anyway. Share to Inform your friends!

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Posted by on August 21, 2012 in Uncategorized


Cause of Clifford Orji’s death under investigation

Remember Clifford Orji, the man that was arrest at Oshodi some years back over alleged cannibalism act some years back? Well the news is that he is dead. The Lagos State Command of Nigeria Prisons said on Sunday that the cause of death of Clifford Orji, an inmate, was being investigated by its medical team.

The Public Relations Officer, Nigeria Prisons, Lagos Command, Mr Chuks Njoku, made this known in a telephone interview.

“The cause of the death of Clifford Orji is yet to be ascertained as the doctors have not discovered any so far.’

Clifford, an alleged ritualist and cannibal, died in Kirikiri maximum prison, where he was an inmate for over thirteen years.

Njoku disclosed that Orji died in the early hours of Friday, Aug. 17 while asleep.

“An autopsy is ongoing by our medical team to determine the cause of his death before we can invite his family.”

Njoku said that the body of late Clifford had been deposited in a mortuary in Lagos after his death.

Clifford was arrested under the bridge at Toyota Bus-stop on Oshodi-Apapa Expressway, Lagos
with human parts.

He was subsequently charged before the Ebute-Metta Magistrate’s Court, but died while awaiting trial.

Njoku said late Clifford Orji while in the prison, had some health history which was private, known to only his doctor. (NAN)

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Posted by on August 20, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Man Impregnates Mother-In-Law, Says “She Seduced Me With P*rn Films”

If Mr Tiamiyu Ibrahim, a 45-year-old mechanic, had been part of the Nigerian contigent to the just concluded London 2012 Olympics, he, probably, would have won a medal for Nigeria. The only snag is that his field of specialisation, ‘bedminton’ was not part of the sporting activities listed for the tournament. IDOWU ADELUSI, in this piece, reports the story of a man who put his mother-in-law in a family way.

MRS Aminat Ibrahim’s story appears fictitious, but it is not. The claim of the 40-year-old trader that her husband is the father of a four-month-old baby girl born by her mother leaves one wondering whether Aminat knows the weight of her claim or not.

Mrs Ibrahim said she was ashamed and rattled by the development, adding that her unrepentant mother had threatened to curse her for exposing her misdeed. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 20, 2012 in Uncategorized


Lagos ocean surge: Bodies of 6-year-old girl, three others recovered

THREE bodies, including that of a six-year-old-girl, were on Sunday recovered from Kuramo Beach in Lagos where about 16 people were swept into the Atlantic Ocean on Saturday.

The three bodies, recovered during a joint operation supervised by officials of the state Ministry of Waterfront, state Emergency Management Agency and the Nigerian Security and Civil Defence Corps, brought to four, the number of bodies recovered since Saturday.

The body of an unidentified man was washed ashore on Saturday.

The six-year old girl, Bisi Kolawole, was said to be the daughter of one of the traders at the beach front. Her father, Tunde, was seen crying uncontrollably as the body was being put in a sack.

Tunde operates a drinking joint with his wife at the beach.

Bisi’s mother and her other siblings were still missing as at Sunday.

“I can’t imagine what Tunde is going through right now. They have not been able to find his wife and second child. This is a tragedy,” a man who refused to give his name told our correspondent.

One of the bodies recovered was also said to be that of a 32-year-old man identified simply as Arthur.

“We all know him here. I am not sure anybody knows his surname. We all called him Arthur,” one of the traders at the scene told The PUNCH. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 20, 2012 in Uncategorized


Woman gives birth to a baby with 2 heads and Many Legs

A woman give birth to a healthy girl with two heads but one body at a private nursing home in this Uttar Pradesh district. The abnormal baby was delivered to one Sumitra Devi (38) after a major operation at a private nursing home ‘Aashirwad hospital and Research Centre’ near Polytechnic crossing at 2100 hrs last night.

The child has two heads fixed on a single neck and body. She has two hands and as many legs and is crying with both her mouths. Not only this, she is taking feed with both her mouths normally.

The rare birth is said to be owing to a congenital abnormality. Senior doctor of the nursing home, Dr Anju, said: “It is a birth defect and usually known as ‘congential anomaly.” It is a type of congenital disorder which is primarily structural in nature, she informed adding, the problem occurs to one child in several lakhs generally due to a genetic disorder.

Dr Vinod Kumar, another senior medico, said the chances of survival of such children are much lesser, but they can also live longer on better care. The father Tilakdhari Yadav said the newborn is his sixth child. He has four daughters. The fifth child was a boy, who is no more.

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Posted by on August 17, 2012 in Uncategorized




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Mrs Clara Oforiwaa Appau could not just imagine what attracted her husband to the poor house help. But the morae she thought about it, the more she got confused. And the fact that her husband, Kofi Boadi Appau, would not say anything beyond his apology troubled her the more.

The fact, however, was that her husband was more worried and scandalised by Nana Aba’s four-month old pregnancy than she was. He, however, had nothing to say except his continual prayer for the forgiveness of sins, his remorseful apologies to his wife and his determination to soak in all the insults and abuse she subjected him to without any reply.

Mr Appau was the general manager of one of the country’s leading banks, and his wife was the human resource manager of the nation’s topmost insurance company. They had been married for 15 years. He was a respected elder of their church, and the youth looked up to him as a role model. His humility and modest disposition, despite his position, were simply matchless. And his moral uprightness was unquestionable.
In a world where all men are often tarred with the same brush with regard to fidelity, Clara often boasted about her husband’s commitment: “Even if I catch him naked in the same room with another woman, I will still doubt if anything really happened between them.”
So she could not just understand what came over him to have stooped so low to have an affair with this stark illiterate who possessed nothing to attract even the wildest and indiscriminate womaniser. It was the fear of hiring a house help could entice her husband that she decided against engaging Audrey, the senior high school dropout who looked a bit more presentable than Nana Aba. Mr Appau could also not understand why he could not tame himself against his own house help after he had endured some of the most tempting women of his life.
He had caused the transfers of two of his personal secretaries and requested that he would no longer work with any female secretary because of their seductive tendencies. The most tempting of all was his nightly encounter with, Mavis, the sexy national service lady from the communications unit of his bank, who once travelled with him to Kumasi for a business meeting.
Mr Appau had a presentation the following morning and he asked Mavis to polish it up for him. They had met after dinner and he had given her clear instructions on what to do. So Mr Appau was startled when she said she was at his door and wanted to show him something and seek clarification. He grudgingly agreed and allowed Mavis in, but to his dismay, she was practically naked.
Her night gown was transparent and her protruding boobs almost hugged him. As he led her to the table, she found a way of shaking her rounded waist, causing her Somanya-made beads that lay loosely on her bare and well-endowed backside to vibrate provokingly, delivering an inviting message to her prey.
Mr Appau soon realised the issue she wanted to clarify was no issue at all, but before he found time to ask why she came all the way to his room because of that simple matter, she spoke in the most romantic voice, which he thought came from above.
“Sir, why do we have to book two rooms and pay so much when the two of us can share this spacious bed and feel even more comfortable?” she asked.
Before he opened his mouth, her dainty fingers, which were picking imaginary objects from his close-shaven hair, had travelled down his ear lobes. He was dazed and as he fought hard to say anything, she was on his bed with her knees raised, exposing smooth and well-carved thighs. She wore no pant and when Mr Appau turned, Yaa Mansa, the devil which subdues even the strongest of all men, greeted his gaze.
“You can sleep here and I can sleep here,” she said. “That’s why they gave you two pillows.”
“You devil, get out of my room,” Mr Appau howled after awakening from what appeared to him like a dream. Too shocked to utter a word, Mavis stood up, picked her laptop and made for the door. A few minutes later, she came timidly for her key and went her way.
Despite his ability to ward of these kinds of mounting pressures from women, Mr Appau fell for Aba, his house help, when there was practically no temptation.
It was a Saturday afternoon and his wife was attending the speech and prize-giving day of her alma mater. Aba had just prepared an early lunch of plantain and nkontomire stew and he really relished it so much. After the meal, he called her to pour him a glass of fruit drink from the refrigerator, after which he complimented her cooking.
It was when she turned to go that he could not hold back what he had developed for her of late. He asked her where she was going and she said she was going to take her bath. He then instructed her to hurry up and see him for a discussion, to which she respectfully obliged and took her bath in a matter of five minutes.
When she finished he was in his bedroom and invited her in. It was too unusual of him but she could not object to it.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked Aba, after asking her to sit on the bed. She shook her head shyly and he went ahead to ask whether she sometimes felt like having a man.
She was too confused to answer. He asked again and she nodded. “I like you,” Mr Appau said and held her close to himself. She was too frightened to protest until he began to undress her. “There’s nothing to fear. It will be over soon,” he assured her and went ahead to peel off her clothes.
“Are you in your dangerous days,” he asked.
“No, Sir,” Aba said without taking time to understand what it meant.
She lay like a piece of log and endured it, for she was too frightened to enjoy anything. It happened once and he could not bring himself to continue, for guilt had already dispossessed him of his manly prowess. He ordered her to get up and dress.
He then handed her two GH₵50 notes, which shocked her even more than the affair. She was reluctant to take it until he said, “Take it. Buy yourself a new pant.” He had seen that not only had her otherwise white pant become brown, but it had also been overused and he nearly tore it into pieces in his hurry.
Mr Appau became traumatised and fasted for the forgiveness of his sins and was almost recovering when the seed he had sown two months earlier began to manifest. His insistence that the pregnancy should not be aborted infuriated his wife, and was the cause of her never-ending abuse for days. To his dismay, however, she woke him up in the middle of one night to apologise to him.
“Darling, I’m sorry for the abuse. I have been praying over this for some time now and the Spirit tells me you were bewitched,” she said. “I should have known better that nothing about that girl could ever attract you when you have a wife like me.”
“I don’t think it has anything to do with witchcraft,” Mr Appau spoke for the first time. “That girl has something that you don’t have.”
“What does this dirty thing have that I don’t have?” she screamed.
“She has respect. I cannot justify what has happened, but if Aba has any witchcraft that drew me close to her, then it is her respect. She makes me feel welcome in my home. In this house she makes me feel important. It is something you have starved me for the fifteen years we’ve been married. It is a luxury and I easily get swayed by it.”
She could not utter any word but she replied him with tears. They were tears of grief. Tears of guilt. And of regret. Mrs Clara Oforiwaa Appau was a kind of woman every man would dream of having but she lacked respect for her husband and she did not argue when her husband told her what made him fall. She knew it was true.
Serwaa, you may be wondering why I have decided to bore you with yet another tale. I’m not in any way laying the foundation for infidelity. I just want to illustrate the value we men place on respect. We have an big ego and so feel deflated when we are treated with contempt, especially from our women.
I’m not calling for worship. I’ve realised that respect is the missing element in your character and I have complained for the umpteenth time but without any positive response.
If our relationship, and for that matter our marriage, will succeed, then it will depend on respect. We have to respect each other in order to live together. Make me feel appreciated. Let me know you value me. And treat me the way I treat you.
On mutual respect shall we build our marriage and the gates of divorce shall not prevail against it.
Yours truly,


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Posted by on August 17, 2012 in Uncategorized