Taiwo Abiodun

Elerewe buried amidst mystery

To those who attended my funeral..

…….Have you heard the news?

…….. Why Special Golden Coffin was used to bury him

……… Mystery at the Mortuary

……Strange voices from coffin

The news is yet to be out. And it will be soon be put out there. It’s on the way. No , the news is here. It’s authentic ,Wàláítàlàì Olóun ñgbó!. Names ! their real names all in the body of this story. Taiwo Abiodun writes about the burial activities of the late Elérèwè of Owo, Chief Babatunde Ilori who was buried recently after four years at the morgue

……ASSAILANTS SECRETLY 😭

THE assailants by now would be speaking incoherently and in hushed tones. Their actions anywhere they are would show . Their incoherent words will expose them because they are no longer themselves. They are now weak. The blood they spilled is at work. The Assailants will be looking here and there like olè ajíláká . Their body language and actions will reveal their handiwork. Yes! Ìtànsán oòrùn yíóò fi wón hàn .Some of them have become jánna jànna and jála jàla like that filthy rags we use at home. They have become wógo wògo bi alaisan oniko féghe !. Are you laughing?. Don’t laugh. Shake your head and pity them. If they had known….

They now look like scarecrow, èwù njâbó l’órùn won! .The thoughts flowing in their minds is : ” Hééèe èwòn rèée if caught!” So they are running about kàbàkàbà. They are now uneasy with unsettled mind. They will be speaking gibberish.

What of………? Yes! they saw him . Hen Lóótó?. Tìító de?. Oloun Oba ooooo!! . What did he say or what was he saying? . No, I cannot tell you for you are a talkative . You are a Journalist and you will write it. I cannot trust you. Okay ooo. So it’s not an easy thing to spill human blood and remain the same?. No wonder when the Boko Haram blood- suckers heard that America was coming to bomb them they started running helter skelter.

But wait: they were not the ones running but the blood , innocent blood they spilled was pursuing them!. Human blood! Human blood!!. Remember Cain who became a Vagabond was on the run after killing Abel.

Haaaa! that invisible monster, I mean that monster called Guilty Conscience is a bad thing o. It can make someone go gaga, I mean ya Wèrè . Call the suspects and ask them questions they will call a stone a tree. They will call their father their brother! Their voice will be cracking , shaking and they will be stammering . Oloun oooo, Eri Okàn is terrible . Bee de? Yes, béè e rèē oo. It kills slowly. It is an incurable disease. It can cause insomnia. It can cause gìrì. Imagine the price David paid for his sin of murder and adultery!. David in the rest of his life regretted . He killed Uriah!. Kilode? He killed Uriah because of tòtó!!! . He was later tormented mentally! .

Guilty conscience did not allow them to sleep since the announcement of the burial ! . Gìrì mú won. Èrù bà won. Jìnnì jìnnì bò won because Ìlòrí has become Èrùjèjè. He has become a Spirit . He has become invisible. He’s looking at us but we cannot see him. The suspects couldn’t sleep . Sleep kè? Láíyé !, kò joo!. Some of them had been on medication since , taking sleeping pills and consulting Wòòlíì, Awòràwò, Stargazers , Soothsayers and Ààfáà begging to remove this sin or death from their heads . Did Jesus, who committed no sin not pray in the Garden of Gethsemane asking Bàbá Góódù to remove the Cup from his head? But Bàbá Góódù kò, He refused to. He didn’t remove the Cup not to talk of those who stained their hands with blood. Wàláítàlàì Bàbá Góódù will not remove the Cup from their heads. They must pay for it. Some of the suspected assailants went into hiding while some went on their knees in their closets begging Bàbá Góódù to forgive them . Forgive kó, forgive ni!. No,never ! He will not forgive them .

Can we ever get the suspects?. Some of the suspected assailants must have disappeared into the thin air. But are they spirits that we cannot get them?. Some would have fled the ancient town and in self self -exile. Heee, dem sabi dem o. Pele o, Bawo ni Amé?. You can run but you can’t hide. Some are now in the bathroom bathing with spiritual soaps and oil thinking they can wash away their blood- stained body . Láíyé e no possible .Kò see se . Even if they go to River Jordan like Namaan they will not be cleansed . Let them go to Rivers Ogun, Niger, Ogbese and Osse Brook ,no way !

Now they are seeing invisible snake, lion, gorilla and tiger chasing them in their dreams. They are having àlákálá . Wàláítàlàì they have become the Biblical Joseph- the dreamer but Joseph’s dream took him to greater height while these people’s dreams are taking them to Gehena or Hades (Don’t ask me how I know). Wetin concern you? They are rubbing minds with the dark- complexion man with a long tail. These assailants are assisting their Boss, Devil to adjust the firewood in the inextinguishable fire in his Kingdom!. As Mr. Devil is adjusting the firewood while his tail is wagging and rolling with his blood -shot eyes . The two horns on his head are fiery while his blood – stained teeth showed as he was smiling and with his long claws! .The assailants too are crying ‘ Oorooo oo! Oorooo O’ as they are burning in hell fire!

But Who is this ‘ ‘they?’. The “they” know themselves. You this reader swear that you don’t hear tòrí . While going out they go out tìfura tìfura!. Oh my God ,I pity them.

MYSTERY DURING WAKE KEEP

On that day of Wake keep ,fear gripped his enemies and could not go out . They remained at home gnashing their teeth. And while the Corpse was being taken out , some of the enemies stayed indoors and became restless as they were peeping through the window and door keyholes. Those who went out with bone face were looking here and there like okra thieves (olè ajíláká!.) . Kai! Èrí Okàn was disturbing them .They were as restless as the flowing river. Yes! they will soon be suffering from verbal diarrhea . Olóun ñgbó they will soon be confessing like a tormented witch. They cannot stand the heat anymore!. They are running around without being chased . They at times remain still looking askance like a demented patient.

Immediately they sighted the white Hearse they became cold . Sooner or later they will just be laughing like hyena . They will dance in the market place without drum and they will be killing mosquitoes without seeing any!. They will be clapping and dancing without music. Let us bet it. They have stirred the hornets’ nest . They have fi orí já ilé agbón ! Wàláítàlàì agbón will sting them. They with full joy and happiness enter the market place naked. But come, why am I cursing?. No, I am not. But can you imagine how a mother will feel seeing his son or daughter being buried in his presence?. Can you imagine how a sister or brother will feel when his younger ones are buried in his presence?. Can you imagine how your loved one will feel when be was brutally killed and buried six feet below the ground level without any offence?. Bastards!

GOLDEN COFFIN

The coffin was beautiful. It was painted gold while pictures of the late Chief were embossed on them both outside and inside. The inside was made of cushion decorated with expensive lace materials made in Switzerland ( Swiss). The handles were made of golden materials ,and very expensive ( all were imported materials!). Some said the coffin was imported from the UK while some said it was from Italy ,again some argued it was made locally. But whichever one , it was an expensive coffin . It was a beautiful coffin. The Chief was dressed in his embroidery flowing gown ( agbádá)clothing with linen materials with his beloved cap made of golden threads. He wore white socks. According to a family member, the coffin was a customized one. Our source said ” you know how tall the late Chief was . The man who took the coffin’ s contract went to the Mortuary to measure the Chief and that was the measurement used to construct the coffin. The wood, materials among other things were all imported materials”.

THE D DAY

On that Thursday morning as the white- coloured Hearse arrived at the Federal Medical Center Mortuary’s gate, Owo weeping and gnashing of teeth took over the place. Sadness took over the entire place. Men and women both old and young were raining curses on who killed the Chief. In the town the old and the young were cursing those who killed Ilori. Haa! épè ati Èébú pò l’ójó náà l’óhùún. Who will not curse?. Look at the picture of the late Chief and you will realize or appreciate his physique. He is agùntásooólò Oko Doris ale elòmíràn .A ladies’ man whom ladies prayed if he cannot be their husband should be their Concubine!.

Agùntásooólò

SHOPS CLOSED
The popular First Bank in Owo as well as over 50 shops owned by the Elerewe family were closed – to honour the fallen Chief. The late Chief was laid to rest on that Friday after four years at the Federal Medical Centre‘s Mortuary in Owo . He was buried in the Elerewe Courtyard called Ugha Ajebo beside his late father, High Chief Ojo Elerewe and where other late Chiefs were buried . The Ugha Ajebo is a special place designated as the last resting place for the Elerewes that joined their ancestors . The Shops and the First Bank’s land belong to the Elerewe family thus in honor of the Chief all activities were suspended that day.

The journey of Chief Elerewe to his final resting place started with a Wake keep on Thursday, followed by a Church Funeral service at CAC , Igboroko Ñlá, Owo on Friday after which he was later taken to his final resting place .

It should be recalled that the late Elerewe was assassinated four years ago in the ancient town of Owo . However , some suspects were arrested in connection with the murder but later released while investigation is still ongoing.

THE BODY WELL PRESERVED

Many wonder how the body would be after spending a long time at the Mortuary . The family Spokesman, Honourable Olasupo Olakunori , brother to the late Chief who is the Director General of Opomulero Group ,( a Yoruba Cultural Group ) described the burial as highly successful. His words ” My brother was given a befitting burial and I thank God for this” .On why it took four years to bury him, the Honorable said ” We were extra vigilant and didn’t want the autopsy report to be tampered with. The police had it with them for long and we refused to bury the corpse until we had the right and untampered report”. The Honourable added ” in spite of the years the corpse was in the morgue the body was well preserved. I give kudos to the Federal Medical Centre Morticians for a job well done for preserving it very well . The Morticians did a good job. That was why we were able to open it to the public to view contrary to the rumour that it had become a mess. It was well preserved” . He however vowed that justice must not only seen done but also served. His words ” We will pursue this case to a point. His murderers were callous and they must be prosecuted if not they are going to do worse things “.

I’m happy in heaven

STRANGE HAPPENINGS Many strange things were said to have happened during the burial. According to one of the wives, Olori Omotolani Doris ELEREWE, fresh blood was found in his nose at the mortuary and in the coffin in spite of its being kept at the Mortuary for long .Doris , the Olori of the late Chief recounts her own experience during the wake keep, she said ” At around 2am of the day of the wake keep . I did not sleep. I was hearing snoring sound coming out from the coffin then coughing . Later on the window curtains were falling off the walls . For about one hour a strange sound or noise kept on coming out from the coffin. I called those who were sleeping to inform them the happenings. They too woke up to listen . I showed them the window blinds that fell. As I was showing them we started hearing this sound again from the coffin which was also vibrating!. An hour later a strange wind started blowing where the corpse was laid in the Courtyard and the house started shaking. On that night of the wake keep, the wind was just blowing where the corpse was laid as if rain was going to fall. We did not sleep till dawn . I was not sleeping or dreaming. I was afraid and I woke up my Cousin who was sleeping to listen to the strange sound coming out from the coffin” .

Not only this, Prophetess Adeola Olayinka who is a sister to the late Chief said about four women claimed they saw the late Chief walking past the morgue , she said “They swore to the high heavens that they saw him as he was walking past ,greeting them”. Adeola continued “Many said they saw him but I didn’t see him . A girl who could not be less than 12years , possibly a virgin claimed she saw the late High Chief walking past her. Another woman whose saw him is now hospitalised due to the shock of seeing him . According to Adeola , the woman ( names withheld) started bleeding due to the shock of seeing him.

SUSPECTS’ NAMES, ADDRESSES & IDENTITIES OF KILLERS

The names are known . Their residential addresses are also known cum their identities. According to a very reliable source , their names are known by Conscience while Karma knows their addresses and their behavior is their Identities.

Message to my murderers

To be continued

….He refused to join Secret Society….

…..The Eight Day celebration full of mysteries,

…….Those who came to church service,..

…….What happened in Church,

…..Haaaa! One of them …haaa

……He was Bàbá Ijó

….Names of …..and many more If you want the story to continue please indicate and comment

Prayer for Ìlòrí’s enemies

As I gazed at the aerial view of Las Vegas,I smiled and said ” Oyinbo ti lo!“. Yes ,we were on the 24th Floor of Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas exactly four years ago to celebrate my wife Ronnie’s birthday. Suddenly my phone rang : “Bad news! Ugly news! Whaaaaatttt!!!!.”. I couldn’t believe what I heard. I stuck to where I was sitting and started checking Nigerian news ; but lo and behold the Internet had been bombarded with the news with different captions but same story!.

Today, we are celebrating Ronnie’s birthday again. She clocked 60 today, golden age. And I pray May my phone never ring as it rang four years ago again!.

Now I have been receiving nonsense messages not to write the promised Elérèwè story. Ó ba ìyá yin. Ko ni dáa fún eni ti o ba ni ki nstop! . Stop kó, stop ni. Mo ni mi o ni stop séè! .

To those who sympathized with Chief Ìlòrí’s family members. To those who contributed morally, financially and otherwise ,I say a big thank to you. To those who are fabricating unfounded stories about him Wàláítàlàì the same or worse thing will happen to you and your family .Those who are mocking him and refused to honour him ,HAAA! nobody will honour you for you will not only reap what you sow but reap it abundantly.

If an High Chief could be killed just like that and nothing happened just like that then other chiefs are not safe in the hands of these assailants! Quote me. Then it has become a norm . It has become na so e dey be. It has become as usual. It has become na so we see am o. It has become na normal thing ooo, Béè a ti riii ooo. No be new thing!.

Shame on you , that is if you are one of those that betrayed the late Chief Ilori. May Ògún l’aákaiye Osìn imolè hew you into pieces. Are you one of those that fired the shots?. Now you are regretting !. Come on ,you have done your worse.

But Come Messrs Assailants , how much were you given? Dem pay you how much?. Now you must have finished spending the money . Shior! . Blood money. Owó èjè. Now it is too late! .Too late!!. Yes, you didn’t know it would go far like this!

Now while the fallen Chief was given a befitting burial you don’t know how you will end your life on this planet earth ( of course they will gun you down one day. ,(He who kills by the 🗡️ …) And who knows where you will be buried? Wàláítàlàì ajá lo maa jòkú yin gbogbo. You will not be buried Insah Allah .

But remember that story of “The Sailor and the Pearl Merchant”. This is a Persian tale . An old man who used to steal Pearls from the sea tricked Abu’ Fawaris to a six months’ journey where he used to bring pearls. One day ,he tricked Abu’ Fawaris, a Sailor to the island of over six months’ sea journey. On getting there he asked this Sailor to go into the pits where the pearls were. This Sailor filled the sacks in the Ship. Instead of the old Pearl Merchant to pull out Abu’ Fawaris from the pit , he abandoned him there saying the Sailor might kill him and take his pearls . Abu’ Fawaris pleaded that he left his family behind and that he was a devoted Muslim who feared God and never had that evil intention but all his pleadings felt into the old man’s deaf ears and he left. While struggling to get out , the Sailor found human bones in many pits . The thought now fell on the Sailor that this was what the old man had been doing. In the end God saved the Sailor though he went through many trials and tribulations , but he came back home at last.

One day the Sailor was again by the sea, and that same old Pearl Merchant approached him! . The Sailor identified him but the old man did not and can never identify him since he believed he must have died in the pit he left him. The Sailor accepted his offer and took the old man to that same spot where he scooped his pearls. The Sailor pretended he was ignorant of the business and asked the old man to go into the pit before he went in. The old man scooped a lot from one pit to another. When he was tired and wearied ,he begged the Sailor that he had no energy again and that he was too old to continue the job. “….Then the sailor turned upon him with fury, and cried out: “How is it that thou dost see ever thine own trouble and never that of others? Thou misbegotten dog, art thou blind that thou dost not know me? I am Abu’l Fawaris, the sailor, whom long ago you left in one of these pits. By the favor of Allah I was delivered, and now it is your turn. Open your eyes to the truth and remember what you have done to so many men.” The old man cried aloud for mercy, but it availed him nothing, for Abu’l Fawaris brought a great stone and covered up the mouth of the pit”.

You murderers of Ìlòrí you have killed many, a day of reckoning will come when you will beg for mercy like the old Pearl Merchant man in the above story and no mercy will be given.

After many years of Oliver Cromwell’s death , his body was exhumed and was beheaded at Tyburn, London. The head was put on a spike at Abbey Westminster for all to see because of his wickedness while alive. What of the Roman Emperor Valerian? He was flayed alive.

BURIAL OF ELEREWE

Everything had been prepared to give the fallen Hero a befitting burial. Close family members and a few trusted friends were there to give the fallen hero a befitting burial. But, a big ‘BUT’. Did they strike? Did they behave like the Yoruba Actor , Bàbá Wande in the Yoruba Film of the popular , TI OLÚWA Ni ILÈ?. Did they allow them to bury the corpse? . Yes they could be afraid that if buried , Ìlòrí’s spirit might fight back! . Who doesn’t know the power of African Traditional beliefs and potency in the words ” Àse” “Ofo”, Èpè? We all know the power of juju, Àfòse, Àse and Èpè? .Even there is curse in the Bible. Did Elisha not curse Gehazi? Afterall Jesus cursed the fig tree. And Woe to that Man who will betray Jesus Christ.

Haaaa! that day fear gripped the suspected assailants!. If na you nko?. Who will not be afraid of ghost or spirit of the dead ?.

…To be continued Next week Saturday !

Those who will not attend Elerewe ‘s burial

Four years after the gruesome murder of Babatunde Ìlòrí the late Elerewe of Owo Kingdom, Taiwo Abiodun writes out the names of those who murdered him

By this time of 12th December, Babatunde Ilori the late High Chief Elerewe of Owo Kingdom would have a coin called obol put into his mouth which he would pay as a fee to Charon who will ferry him through the rivers of Styx and Acheron which separates the living from the dead. Yes, from here he would leave the land of the living and join his ancestors in the land of the dead. That is if Elerewe were a Greek! . But he was not a Greek, he was an Owoian, native of Owo so therefore all burial rites would be perfectly performed according to Owo Custom and Tradition. And this rites would be traditionally performed as an High Chief according to Custom as part of the befitting burial for his status and position . In addition there would be a traditional rites exposing those who participated in his untimely death. So the suspects should either confess or run away or …..

The ugly memory of the incident is gory. The manner and wicked method of how he was assassinated is disgusting, nauseating and bitter, according to eye witness accounts who escaped , he said the late Elerewe was shot in the eyes with a gun and instead of bullets, nails were inserted into the gun, since they believed the late chief was powerful and that no bullets can penetrate into his body as he had spiritually and traditionally fortified himself .Therefore his killers prepared fully for him.

WHO KILLED ELEREWE?

Are the killers not from the terrestrial world? Are they from the Sky or Moon?. Are they from the land of the spirit? Your guess is as good as mine. They know themselves. Wàláítàlaì. Yes! they know them .We know them. His killers were not outsiders.

His killers were not strangers . They are walking freely today. They are consulting their Juju customers while their customers are feeding fat on them.

If some of these suspects appear at his burial ceremony, they come with reasons : They will want original mourners to see them and convince them that they did not have hands in his death as they have been denying before . Secondly ,they will want to be sure he is buried at last since his spirit has been tormenting them for the past four years. Thirdly they will come to seek forgiveness and probably might put jazz on so that his spirit will no longer be pursuing them.

But na lie! Iro nla ni. His spirit will fight. His spirit will not rest and his spirit will torment his killers until they openly confess . Many years ago , a man went to church to confess of killing his wife after he was tormented by her spirit. He said he had been battling with the spirit of the woman he killed over 20years. Imagine how the Yahoo Boys go insane when their time were up. Let killers of Elerewe be visiting the Marabouts, Wolis, Aalfaas and Juju men but their conscience will forever torment them. Let them ask Judas Iscariot how it is. After betraying Jesus Christ with the reward of 30 shekels of silver, he regretted. His Spirit was tormented. He went to drop the 30 shekels of silver in the House of God but the rest is history . He later went to commit suicide.

Those who plotted , those who participated, those who were briefed beforehand , those who kept the secret,those who know the truth but hide it, those who were privy to the assassination will by God’s grace witness their children’s death .

NAMES OF HIS KILLERS

Here are the names of those who plotted and executed the assassination.

The names are many. From Alphabet A to Z you will find their names. If you exercise patience and with the fear of God sit down and pick up the alphabets and add them together therein you will find their names . Yes! the killers and those who mastermind the killing will forever regret their actions. Yes! they must have finished spending their blood money but their children’s and generation will forever be doomed. As they have turned the children of Elerewe to fatherless children and turned his wives to widows so shall the sword they used on him will never depart from their families forever. To those who summoned courage to kill a man for one reason or the other will become Vagabonds and fugitives like Cain who killed Abel his brother . May Ogun the Yoruba god of iron soak those who killed Elerewe in blood. May Aíyélalá smite the killers and and destroy them. Yes, they have murdered sleep and will forever have insomnia. They have murdered sleep and will ever remain sorrowful in their lives. We will all die but we don’t pray for untimely death. Tears and sorrows will never depart from the families of those who participated in Elerewe’s death.

That day when his remains is being lowered into the grave will be another day a sane man should take his life stock . That day one should ask himself if what happened to the late chief happens to him is this how everybody will be dancing round and not have the courage to speak up for him?. It is Ìlòrí Elerewe today but who next?. Mark it , a day of reckoning is coming . A day to harvest what you have planted is coming and you will not only reap what you sow but reap it abundantly. Let us wait and see. Let us wait and watch those who will be confessing like a tormented witch . What will happen after the chief ‘s burial? To some ,nothing go selè but more than méwá will selè and it may not be now after all God is not sleeping.

.I repeat, those who had hands in the gruesome killing of the late Elerewe will die like Quarun in the Holy Koran. They will die like Jezebel, Absalom, Herod and will be running helter skelter forever and ever!. Those who pulled the trigger will fi aisan l’ogba. They have stained their hands with blood . They will wear rags towards the end of their lives !

Monsurat Adene goes home

Internet abuzz over her death

Oró ñlá lẹẹ dá Héé- héè
Oró ñlá lẹ dá
Ẹyin tẹẹ kó ọmọ ẹiyẹ
Tẹẹẹ jẹ o d’àgbà o
Oró ñlá lẹ dá

Many wept , some gnashed their teeth while others rolled on the ground when the news was broken . Those who found it hard to believe called to be sure. This weekend again this ugly drama will repeat itself : curses and curses will be rained on the masterminds and executioners of this evil deed. Many would like to glance at the corpse to be sure that she is truly gone!

Yes! She is gone, gone and gone forever but thank God for the modern technology, Internet will not forget her even though we would sometimes temporarily forget her.

What will it be going through the killers’ minds when they watch how she would be lowered six feet below the ground level?. What will they be saying when they suddenly discover that they made a big and fatal mistake by killing her?. Now it’s either they will be regretting or those who sent them (if any) will boldly say they regretted for not knowing the Nigerian press will carry the news because of the obscurity of the scene of the crime.

Babalawo Of the Nation ( BoN) broke down in tears

But like Abel’s blood that cried from the ground, Monsurat’s blood cried to high heavens!.

If you have ever had contact with her please endeavor to give her a one-minute silence and pray for her departed soul. She was just unfortunate to have had her life cut -short when she was about reaping the fruit of her labour.

I heard you complaining of her . Whaaaaat? . Are you a Saint? .

It was Diogenes that Cynic Philosopher who was going round the town in the afternoon holding a lantern looking for an honest man. He died without seeing any. Remember what Jesus said “He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone at her” (John :7).

Let us stop running our mouth. His younger brother, Wale who lives in the USA spoke with me on phone and said ” Yes, my sister was strict but is it everyday that the legendary warlord Ajaka perpetrated evil?”.

Tonight ,there would be a candlelight procession where friends and relatives will give the above soulful rendition in tears. This would be followed tomorrow in tears

God be with you till we meet again ….God be with you till we meet again ..

As the beautiful casket is being lowered and the grave covered.

A o pade leti odo t’ese Angeli ti tee, to mo gaara bi Krista leba …..

Let the assailants watch the video clips of how we wept. Let them watch how she was being lowered six feet below the ground level and let them flash back to when they planned and hatched their evil plan. Now it is regret of ‘had we known?’

Let those who sent sent them flee the country . Let them go into hiding and let them not sombre but should remember Peter Tosh’s song ‘ You can run but you can’t hide on that day. If you run to the sea, sea will be boiling ,if you run to the rock ,rock will be melting on that day….’

Let us give her a befitting burial. Come let us console the family. Whether you like it or not she has become a celebrity and has become a goddess.

Since she has three names from three religions: Christianity, Islam and Tradition bearing Debbie ( Deborah) Monsurat,and Iyabo. Let the Muslims , Christians and African Traditional Practitioners pray for her and also invoke her spirit to fish out her killers.

HER SECRETS

Her grandfather was from Ijebu-Ode and the late Professor Yunusa Oyeneye ,former Vice Chancellor of Adebisi Onabanjo University ( former Ogun State University) was her uncle. Her grandfather was Amusa Pakulopa Oyeneye ,a successful business man who came from Ijebu-Ode to settle down in Owo . He was a wealthy man and had properties in Owo. He died during the Holy pilgrimage to perform Hajj in Mecca in the 60s at the age of 65.

Monsurat was jovial and had a good sense of humor . She had a good dress sense . She was very creative and hardworking. She could adjust to any situation. She was versatile.

The arrested Personal Assistant confessing in her house during a search

She was called Monsurat because of her Moslem grandfather…..she converted to Christianity and bore the Christian name, Deborah .( Debbie) .She was called Iyabo and Yoruba knows the reason . She did not let ‘Amusa’ reflect on her certificate as she preferred ‘Oyeneye'(a traditional name). She because of the love and her proficiency in English and social interactions went to study Secretarial Administration and bagged Higher National Diploma ( HND).

Monsurat’s behavior and manners cum actions showed how the Biblical Deborah was during the time of Israel in the Bible. Her role was powerful .She was a fearless Judge in Israel. She was bold and courageous and could face anybody. She was a Charismatic Military leader performing both the Judicial functions; and was the only female Judge and Prophet .Monsurat did not employ Yoruba man as his Personal Assistant ditto her driver .

But a lesson must be learnt here; Don’t do evil. The killers would be shocked that all the Nigerian media carry her news and story. They thought she would just be killed like others and let it go. But for this one ,No!.

Her own case became a hot soup and spilled on them. Her case became a hot water that spilled on them. Because the place.where the ugly incident happened,Oda Road is in an obscured area nobody will know not knowing that it would become a Celebrity / high profile case.

But how old are these young boys that were arrested? .I learnt they are between 17 and 18 years. How would they have the temerity , knowledge and evil mind of creativity to kill and burn her and planned to sell dummy to us all that her kitchen gas cylinder exploded? ,ñbà, Na lie, iró Nla , úró gbuuu!

Let the Police fish out the suspects . Let them be smoked out from their hiding. Let justice prevail .We need justice .

Continue reading “Monsurat Adene goes home”

Who will tell her mother?

THEY pinned her down on her bed and stuffed her mouth with clothes . In disbelief and shock , she begged for mercy . Mercy? , no way! . They had already made up their mind. They had planned it . They brought out two sharp cutlasses

During her 54th birthday

and dealt a fatal blow on her head. They cut her leg, dangling and her wrist. Blood spurted out like water from the tap. Blood splattered on the walls. The bed was soaked with blood. Her blood wet the floor and the plate of food she ate from, her leftover. Not yet done , they went to the kitchen , brought out a knife and thrust it into her chest, breast and when the knife broke they went for another and stabbed her in the stomach until the stomach was rip opened and the intestines were out . They buried the knife in her tommy( as the suspects confessed until the autopsy confirms).They made sure she was dead . Clinically dead . Job executed. Before they snuffed life out of her , she must have struggled and struggled but what could a weaker sex ,slim lady do among the three musketeers when she had been gagged and tied ? . The duvet was used to cover her head . Everywhere was blood . They successfully finished the operation without hassle, no thanks to the deafening sound of the generator that was on. To her , she thought she could be dreaming and waiting to wake up from her slumber . No! ,it was not a dream. It was real. Really?.

This was the account of how the late Monsurat Iyabo Debbie Olakunbi Adene ( Nee Oyeneye ) was slaughtered like an animal two weeks ago in her 2- bedroom rented house , at Oda Road ,Akure , Ondo State.

After the heinous crime the trio went into the kitchen, lighted the gas and released the gas from the cylinder to make it explode . They burnt part of the deceased’s tommy . All efforts to make it explode to confuse people that she died from gas explosion failed as the gas cylinder didn’t explode.

They carted away her two android phones and her ATM cards and went to the Bank to withdraw money. Then the two phones became theirs as they started using them !.

All these happened two days after her 54th birthday .

According to one of the arrested suspects , her Personal Assistant heard from her telephone conversation that she was to be paid 500,000naira and another 150,000 naira. The driver who also overheard the conversation informed his other partner in crime who was also her domestic worker to be alert and ready for action. Again , the eavesdropper , his P/A and another like- mind criminals who are the three Judases did more than what their mentor ( Judas Iscariot) did . Remember that Judas Iscariot only betrayed Jesus Christ but these three wicked dare- devil sons of Satan did not only betray their benefactor but murdered her in cold blood . After entertaining the trio ,she dozed off and they hacked her to death. She must have seen them by surprise and screamed Et tu my staff.

The Cutlass used on her

Who says Monsurat was not a strong woman ? . She was. They were no match for her if they had not met her sleeping!. Was Sisera the Army Commander of the Canaanite Army of King Jabin of Hazor not powerful enough to face Jael who after entertaining him dug six inches nail into his temple?.

Trust Monsurat , she would have treated their ‘ fuck up’ ( her language). She was a very strong woman . She was industrious. She was courageous. She was a one-man battalion. Tani n’jeun t’aja n’juru?.( Who is eating while the dog is wagging its tail?) .Who born monkey?. Ajá ko jee ba ekun ni ibuba! .Who the hell they are! . Monsurat?.She would spew venom at them . She would have given them fatal blows of their lives. Have you ever met her where she displayed her ‘craziness’?. Infact they would have left with bruised heads and with their tails dug in-between their legs.

At Idimepen,Owo,Ondo State she was known as Monsurat. Among her friends, she was Debbie Olakunbi, and if you call her Ìyábò she knew who was calling her. She was a good mixer and knew how to package herself. No wonder she left her Secretarial career for Catering services and made her mark with her Company; Country Kitchen.

She dreamt to be great and become a celebrity and she became one. Her death became a national issue in National dailies. She was known by the bigwigs from politicians to senior government officials.Yes, her infectious smile and jokes will make you kowtow for her. But don’t go beyond your boundary, she would give you in full dose and did not care whose ox is gored. She had everything in her pouch and ready to give you: hot or cold.

She had a humble beginning and she made it to the top .

And the big question is who killed Monsurat and Why? . What was the motive?.

Let her friends and associates give her a befitting burial. Let us not mourn her again . Let us console ourselves that some of the suspects were caught and pray for the driver to be caught and let them be singing like the Canary bird. Yes, we pray to God to let the suspects be arrested and be confessing like a tormented witch!.

A lot of assassinations had happened in the country from Dele Giwa, Bola Ige and to prominent Nigerians while no clue was found . Nobody was arrested . Let us thank God that she didn’t die in plane crash or drown in the river where we would not see her remains . Let us accept our fate.

Let a day be fixed for her burial. Let there be a candle light ceremony. Let us support her beautiful children and her husband.

But who killed Monsurat? Let the police launch a manhunt for her killers . Let the police complete their job and fish out her killers and bring them to book.

The man behind this is known and popular. We all know him but only few recognized him. The man is wealthy. He is a Chief . He is notorious . His hand is full of blood. With his lethal weapons and his goons . His armoury is full of all kinds of ammunition.No wonder God threw him away from Heaven.

The man behind the death of Monsurat has evaded arrests several times. He has a company where he employed assassins who work for him 24/7. He is the roaring lion , walking about , seeking who to devour( 1 Peter 5:8). He is the chief Satan/ Devil/ Esu.

But let us not accept the name these criminals would give us that sent them . Let us not allow them to tease us or manipulate us. Yes, the man is Esu or Devil that sent them. It is the handiwork of Esu /Devil we all attribute crime to. No, we no go gree, it is not Esu or the Devil that sent them.

Our law enforcement officers should drill them, torture them to confess who sent them because how can these children whose ages are less than 20 to have been highly criminally- minded and killed Monsurat and wanted to burn her to make people believe it was arson?. Esu ke? Esu bawo?. Esu kó, Esu ni.That is what we all say , it’s the handiwork of Esu / Devil.

Let the police interrogate the suspects thoroughly and tell the world who sent them. No, we no go gree, it is not Esu that sent them.

So Bob Marley was correct afterall when he sang

Man to man is so unjust children

You don’t know who to trust

Your worst enemy could be your best friend and your best friend your worst enemy

Some will eat and drink with you..

Only your friend know your secret so only he could reveal it

The domestic staff ate and drank with their boss but they paid her back by gruesomely murdered her.

Woman hold her head and cry ‘cos her son had been shot down in the street and die from a stray of bullet..

Who will sing the song for Gwegwe -her mother? .How will Gwegwe take the lyrics ?. Who will tell her over 90 -year- old mother? .

But let us tell her that her daughter has traveled abroad and no one knows when she would be back!.

Gwegwe’ s daughter was not shot down in the street but was hacked to death in her own room just because of our system ( Greed,avarice, impatient, crime).

Grief is the price we pay for love. We are grieving because we love you .

Adieu.

Allegedly murdered five days after her birthday

Debbie Olakunbi Monsurat Adene (Nee Oyeneye)

…..Marked her 54 birthday on Tuesday

…….Hacked to death on Sunday

….Body found on her bed

…..No arrest has been made

Yesterday Ondo State was thrown into confusion while the family members of the late Debbie Kunbi Adene (Nee Oyeneye) are gnashing their teeth over the death of their daughter who was allegedly gruesomely murdered in Akure yesterday. TAIWO ABIODUN reports

Five days ago she was hale and hearty . Five days ago she was bubbling. Five days ago she served assorted wine and drinks with local and intercontinental foods. Five days ago she celebrated her birthday and entertained her visitors . She posted many of her pictures that flooded Facebook while comments were made congratulating her. But five days after her birthday the whole thing changed as news flew round that she was dead!.

Debbie Olakunbi Monsurat Adene (Nee Oyeneye)

Dead?. Bad news

No it cannot be true . While some were cautious and careful not to write RIP – they wanted to verify .What if it was a fake news?. Calls were made to know whether it is true or not. From Owo to Lagos , Port Harcourt , from Nigeria to America to United Kingdom to Russia to Australia phones were ringing.

Debbie Olakunbi Monsurat Adene (Nee Oyeneye)

HUSBAND SPEAKS

As this reporter called her husband, Dele Adene’s number at 2 am Nigeria time to confirm, the man in hushed tone answered ” that is how I heard it. I have left Lagos with one of her daughters. I am in Ibadan now but it’s already late . I will be in Akure tomorrow ( today)” he said ,as he dropped the phone.

THE STORY

According to Dele Adene the husband of the deceased , he said ” I was told by one of my daughters , Oluwapelumi Adene who worked at GTB that she was called to be told what happened. I was told that she was found on her bed in a pool of her own blood as she was hacked to death.They said someone found her lifeless body on her bed!”

Adene said ” I cannot believe that no arrest were made up till the moment of talking to you. Suspects should have been arrested. Her phone should be tracked and I don’t know how nobody in the building did not know such thing happened in about four flats”, he lamented .

Debbie Olakunbi Monsurat Adene (Nee Oyeneye)

HER DAUGHTERS SPEAK

Speaking with her daughter , Dr.( Miss) Tejumade Adene who works with a Non -Profit Organization in Ibadan said ” Yesterday afternoon the caretaker of the house where my mother lived called to inform me .My mummy’s brother, Kabiru later told me she was murdered and that somebody came to the house to kill her . We are now on our way to Akure now ”, she said as she burst into tears.

Miss Oluwapelumi Adene a Banker with GTB in Lagos also spoke with this reporter . She said ” Yesterday when I came back from the church and was trying my mom’s number but it was saying ‘switched off’.Later I received a call from my mother’s brother , Kayode who called from the United States to inform me that my mother had been killed. I was with her on the 3rd of this month”, as she said this , she burst into tears again ”.

According to Dr. Tejumade , their mother lived in a two bedroom flat on Oda Road ,Akure.

The late Kunbi worked in Lagos with Swift Courier Services , later on she worked as a Secretary at Omega Bank at V ictoria Island . After spending some years at the Omega Bank she left for ICAN to work as a secretary , which was the last place she worked .

She relocated to Owo, Ondo state some years ago and started her Catering business called Country Kitchen where she had many customers . She again left for Akure where she believed her business would boom. And that was how she dumped her Secretarial profession for Catering services .

She also a member of APC, as she was into politics too.

She was survived by her aged mother and her two daughters ; Dr. (Miss)Tejumade Adene who works at a Veterinary Hospital , Ibadan and Miss Oluwapelumi Adene an accountant who worked with GTB,Lagos .

According to Adene , ”the remains of the deceased had been deposited at the Mortuary, Akure while the police are investigating, that is what I was told . I with my two daughters are on our way to Akure now”

As at the moment of filing this report no suspects has been arrested.

Debbie Olakunbi Monsurat Adene (Nee Oyeneye)

My husband sent me out due to my childlessness – Selimo Esther

….. I trekked from Ilorin to Lagos- Selimo Esther

……I taught her Typing and Shorthand in the ’80s ….. Rev. Aiyedun Sosanya

….. Selimo has depression,needs help- Dr. Biodun Adeneye- Marcus

…… I cannot continue harbouring her-Banjo Olusanya

Selimo Esther ( aka Adaramaluti)

Her story is pathetic, mind- boggling and emotional. Childlessness is one of the major causes of broken marriages especially in Africa where they count so much on Children unlike in the Western world where love is the key . Selimo Esther is a victim. Taiwo Abiodun writes

…I typed projects for UNILAG and Yaba College of Technology Students

….I trekked from Ilorin to Lagos

…….I want to go back to school

…..I don’t want drunkards and smokers as suitors

……..Why they call me Adaramaluti

Selimo ( aka Adaramaluti) in a dilapidated building

As the 56 year – old woman walks around with her bag and baggages soliloquizing those who saw her at Fadipe and Odubanjo streets, Shomolu, Lagos remembered her very well during her spinsterhood. A woman ( names withheld ) recalled ” She was beautiful and respectful. I knew her very well. I don’t know what could have happened to her .

Those who knew her at Sabo- Yaba, Market Complex ,Lagos described her as a professional typist whose typing speed was 60 words per minute. An ex- student ( who does not want his name in print) of Yaba College of Technology told this reporter on phone that Selimo used to type his assignments and projects while a student of University of Lagos described the woman as a genius in typing in 90s .

At Sabo Market besides Yaba Post office, she was known for typing affidavits , private and official letters and post office- related materials.

An old man who lived at Birrel Avenue , Yaba confirmed her story and said ”Selimo was responsible and respectful when he knew her in the 90s”.

Today, Selimo has changed: Her words are incoherent no thanks to her mental state of her health yet her beautiful face remains the same. Now she moves from one place to another. According to her, she trekked from Ilorin to Lagos, and came to Shomolu where she once lived as a Spinster. What baffles many is the fact that she came back to where she once lived as a Spinster and still has good retentive memory as she recollects names of some landlords , friends ,about her past activities and many more.

A call from Ilorin confirmed that she lived there in the early 80’s. While residents of Somolu who knew her for years confirmed she was once a resident in their environment too.

Selimo during an interview with Dr.Biodun Adeneye – Marcus

According to Selimo she walked from Ilorin to Lagos and was on the road for days before she arrived Lagos.

MY STORY

When asked to introduce herself, she smiled and started” My name is Selimo Esther .I have both Christian and Muslim names .They call me Adaramaluti ( Beautiful without piercing earlobe ( for earrings). My father’s name is Adebowale Adebayo . I was born on May 30, 1968.I attended St. John Anglican Primary School Iwo Road, Ibadan and later proceeded to Adebowale Private Secondary School, Ibadan. When I came to Lagos I attended Adebisi Commercial Enterprises School Oyingbo, Lagos.

Selimo Esther without earrings

MY PROFESSION

Asked what she was doing for a living before her present state , she responded” Sebi I told you that I am a typist or Stenographer .I worked at Nkemu Business Center Sabo Market by Yaba Post office . I also typed projects for students of higher institutions like Yaba Technology and University of Lagos I used to type their projects and many ,many have graduated today!”, she said.

She gave a heavy sigh and continued”I worked as a stenographer . Do you know I learnt typing with manual typewriter? .Again I also used electronic typewriter but now they are using computer of which I have to go back to school and learn how to use . You know technology has changed many things”, she said jabbing the air with her fist.

MY MARRIAGE

Selimot said she didn’t enjoy her marriage . “You see I married a man called Toyin (surname withheld) from Osun State but after some years his senior wife ( names withheld ) and my husband sent me out packing ,they said I am barren. I don’t know it’s a sin if you don’t have a child. But I believe and hope in God.”

TYPE OF MAN I’M LOOKING FOR

Selimo still believes she would marry one day and would meet a man who understands her feelings but not just any man. She said “there was a time I had suitors coming but many of them are smokers and some are drunkers, I cannot marry such a person. But if I see a responsible man who has the fear of God, fine. But for me to marry a drunkard or a smoker no way.”

WHY MOVING AROUND

On why she moves around aimlessly,she said “my family members don’t want to see me. I have no parents again. I am moving around to save my life, no where to sleep . I sleep anywhere but I am managing this place.

“I clocked 56 last month ,May 30. I am not getting younger. You see I need a padlock …( Her words are no more coherent).

Selimot answering questions from Dr. Biodun Adeneye- Marcus and Prince Ferera

GOOD SAMARITANS

Dr. Biodun Adeneye- Marcus , an author and publisher cum media/ Public Relations practitioner described the lady’s situation as pathetic . He said ” She knows many people here in Somolu and can still recognize where she lived at Fadipe/ Odubanjo streets. I know those who knew her very well when she was still young. I believe she is out of her mind. She must have suffered depression. “According to her , her marriage crashed because of her childlessness and was sent out ,this could cause depression for her “. Adeneye -Marcus said the woman needs rehabilitation. “I want people to come to her aid before it is too late because she is vulnerable now. Ritualists could take advantage of her and she could be as well be raped by these ruthless boys. Aside that ,she is being stigmatized and she is not violent”.

Selimo during an interview with Dr. Biodun Adeneye- Marcus

Adeneye -Marcus continued ” The state government should come to her aid for her to regain her sanity .You can imagine , she could talk and explain very well on any topic but would atimes missed her point “.

A politician ,Prince Babajide George – Ferera who was a one -time Ward chairman in Somolu described the woman as harmless and only needs care . His words” Those who knew this woman described her as a gentle woman. I can see that she’s harmless and not violent. She needs care. I want the state government and NGOs to come and assist her. She needs to be attended to. She needs care. She needs love . She should not be stigmatized. And she’s lucky to have found herself back in the community she had been known for years. She is vulnerable. Please the Lagos state or good Samaritans should come to assist her. Time is hard now there is little one can do for her”.

Mr. Adebanjo Olusanya another good Samaritan saw Selimo moving around the vicinity and decided to harbour her after doing a research on her. He said ” When I saw her walking about aimlessly and nobody to harbour her I then made inquiry about her. Dr . Adeneye – Marcus also encouraged me to assist her.I discovered that many who had lived in our vicinity know her very well. And when I discovered she is harmless and not violent I decided to give a a space in our compound at 12, Efon Alaiye Street, Somolu to stay.

“I am pleading to the good – spirited Nigerians to quickly come to her aid because I cannot continue to be harbouring her and take care of her.I know this is a big risk yet I have to rescue her from being molested or abused by these roughnecks. If she falls into their hands they could rape her and again do dirty things on her” .

Reverend Aiyedun Sosanya said Selimo was his student in the 80’s. He said ” I taught her Typing and shorthand in the 80’s when I was running my school , Aiyedun Commercial Institute which I later changed to Aiyedun Business Center ( ABC), Somolu. Selimo was a very brilliant girl then.However, the last time I saw her was about 15 or 20 years ago.I don’t know about her marriage. But I knew then that Boys always approached her but she always turned them down .”

Now Selimo is living in a dilapidated building,she needs medical care ,and other she needs help or else her condition could become worse.

She said she needs a computer, typewriter ,photocopying machine and wants to go back to school to learn how to use Computer.

Nobody knows her relatives. She has no child to call her own .She is lonely.please help her before it is too late.

Why I joined…..

Bobo T

…….My regret

……Some Miracle Workers are members

…….I came across some friends

…….The rich and Philanthropists

……. Don’t trust anybody

When it was my turn I knelt down and like a giraffe I stretched out my neck to pick the raw meat with my mouth and ate it. That was the first time I would ever eat raw meat dripping with blood. After this , an old man who had loincloth on his waist beckoned at me to walk backward three times without looking back. Later I was instructed to use my mouth to catch the pebbles thrown in the air. However I was able to catch five, ” anyway you will be rich but have only five years to spend and enjoy your wealth”, an old woman said in cracked voice. I was then asked to chew the pebbles and swallow them . That was the end of the first initiation

T Bobo

The following day my phone rang and I knew who was calling in that dead of the night. I told my wife I was going to a party , she bade me goodbye and jokingly asked me to greet my babes.

Communication is by gesticulation for they don’t talk at the meetings. Suddenly a man with facial marks brought out a powdery substance and rubbed it on my face -that was all I could remember as I woke up in a dingy room the following day and found myself surrounded by eight old men and two young ladies.” Now it is time for you to eat the food of success”, one of them said as they brought out a bowl filled with charcoal . At first I didn’t feel like eating the ‘ food’ but one of them warned me that if I refused to eat the special food I could go mad because this is part of the initiation. I picked the first Charcoal and ate, later I continued eating the charcoal and eating it one after another like àkàrà balls, one after another. After my horrible ‘breakfast’ these men formed a circle and surrounded me and started chanting incantations while I was made to sit on a one-legged wooden chair .

The third day , I was present there as usual , and for the first time I was able to talk to one or two people there . But what struck my mind was the man I saw there, he is the gatekeeper of our office where I used to work. I saw another man who is my very good friend and a devoted pastor who is known all over my area. He used to perform miracles in his church . The man called me ” Bobo T, how are you doing? You are welcome into our club’. I replied “Haaa, Oga Pastor so you are here?”, he quickly covered his mouth and asked me to keep shut. He told me this is where he belong and the members of this Club have been assisting him to perform miracles. He said ” there is no offense in performing miracle as long as you don’t tell anyone where you got your power”.

I saw my Boss who used to brag in the office that nobody can sack him. I saw small, small girls who joined the secret society looking for fame and money !. Wàláítàlàì I saw a first Class degree holder who joined the Club because he is looking for an appointment in oil company.

Taiwo Abiodun

On the fourth day I visited them again at the normal place at nocturnal hours. Activities started again: Before my very eyes they broke three bottles and ground them. Later I was asked whether I wanted it to be mixed with beer or milk to enable me drink it with ease. I said I preferred beer . I remembered the traditional dance in Indonesia called Jaranan. When the Shaman say some prayers, and a dancer was in trance , then he proceeds to eat broken glasses , light bulbs stabbing himself with bottles and knives and nothing would harm him. This gave me confidence that nothing would happen to me. They brought two bottles of my choice beer and emptied the powdered / grounded bottle into the beer of my choice . I drank it with ease before a big shrine. But before I say Jack Robinson about seven girls who are virgins all dressed in white came with seven calabashes and asked me to open ONLY one to know what the future has in store for me .I asked what the contents are, but they declined to say it .I was blindfolded and asked to open one of the calabashes. When I did open,they now unfolded my eyes and showed me what I picked . Inside the calabash were scorpions crawling , snakes hissing and a toad jumping about in the calabash. The man who was to interpret it to me screamed and spoke in YORUBA language ” Haaaaa! Iwo omo yi ki lo nwa nibi? Why are you in a hurry to be rich? . I told him I wanted to be rich at all cost because poverty is a disease. He looked at me with pity , he started shaking his head saying ” what is wrong with our youth?. They are not contented. They are not creative positively. They envy their friends .They are lazy and looking for short ways to success”.

But how did I join? It was one of my childhood friends , Mr. Arítenimòòwí Fiàpáàdìbotirèmólè who introduced me to the club when he saw me suffering .I didn’t know that some of my friends are members . Fiàpáàdìbotirèmólè convinced me that joining the Club would pave way for me in life. I would be wealthy , have many children and would be respected in the community. Among our members are Pastors , Chief Imams and other notable people in the community that I cannot mention their names .

Readers , I know you will be blaming me for this , but don’t blame me. I was very poor and we couldn’t afford three square meals a day . One day I woke up my wife and told her that we need to find solution to our problem or else we would forever be poor and die in poverty. Who doesn’t like good things of life?.

It was around 2am in the dead night when my friend ( names withheld) whistled to me that we should go.

When a preacher preached to me that I should go and burn my powerful red clothe that could send me to hell fire I snubbed him.

Suddenly I saw about eight people who surrounded me saying ” this man is drunk. Look at what he has been drinking since last night at his friend’s birthday party . Olóríburúkú, ológógóró. That was how they stole his car five years ago when he was dead drunk. Haaaaa! Bobo T, T Bobo, Babalawo of the Nation, BoN you sabi drink ooooo”

Babalawo Of the Nation ( BoN)

Fare thee well Prince Olagbegi

Babá re’lé o

Ilé lo lo t’ààrà rà

Ilé ooo, ilé ooo….

A o padè l’etí óódo t’ese Áñgéélì ti tèè éé…

God be with you till we meet again

By His counsels guide ,uphold you;

God be with you till we meet again

È rùn rèn o Bàmi!

Prince Olagbegi in his flowing gown with beads

.……My father was my best friend –Dr.Láyí Olágbègí

……Owo community lost a Griot- Olunaun of Unaun

The above are some of the farewell songs to be rendered next week during service of songs and when the beautiful casket is being lowered into the grave .No matter his age some will shed tears!

By this time next week the ancient town of Owo will receive visitors from all over the world . From Church members, politicians, Religious leaders, academic, traditional rulers and what have you.

Well -wishers from St. Louis, Missouri, Atlanta, Texas Maryland ,New York,New Jersey New ,America will show their faces . Those from Europe Australia,West Indies and India will not be exempted as they would paint the town red to honour the octogenarian.

ÀJÀBÚÈ DAY

On May 22 , the traditional rites of passage starts as the family members and well- wishers will start the traditional dance of Àjàbúè round the town announcing the glorious passage of the Prince. He was a Religious leader, community leader, political juggernaut and a Griot and great Historian who had stories of politics and the Community on his fingertip .

On that Wednesday males who are the Omo olóòkú ( Children of the deceased) will dance with the Owo traditional sword (Agada) and the female children would ‘armed’ themselves with yààsin (fly whisk) as they will all decorate their necks,wrists and ankles with ìlèkè ( coral beads) exhibiting their culture . Infact it’s a time to display the town’s tradition and culture of it’s burial ceremony. Lághálogho ( metal gong ) and special drums specifically meant for a highly powered son of the soil who was also a Prince in Owo will be competing with one another when the traditional musicians would exhibit their skills to outwit one another!

Cows will be slaughtered, musicians would be on stage and entertainment would flow yànfù yànfù .Assorted food and drinks would be served and gift items / souvenirs would be distributed. Yes! visitors will be entertained lavishly .

Reason: Bàbá is going home . Bàbá will be joining his ancestors. Bàbá will be given his final rite of passage and as a prince from a very important and popular royal house cows would be donated to various groups from family, Chiefs, age group, etc. in fact celebrating a person of this high calibre gives you the inkling that the deceased was rich, educated and blessed.

Prince Olagbegi was a respecter of Tradition, he was a Chief

While the Christian would sing ” .. God will be with you till we meet again. A o pade l’etí óódo, t’ese Áñgéélì ti tèè éé…

Prince Olagbegi was humility personified

Wàláítàlàì nobody will cry . Nobody will grind their teeth. Nobody will stamp his foot on the ground while placing his hands on his head. Why? because Bàbá was old. Bàbá was fulfilled. Bàbá finished his race with honour and dignity and has gone home to rest! We will all bid him fare thee well .

Then as a chapter is closed another chapter is open.

Solomon Olagbegi goes home @ 87
…survived by wives
…..16 Children
…..40 Grandchildren
…… 1 Grandchild

Prince Solomon Olusegun Mowasola Olagbegi was born October 2, 1936 to the late Prince Iyiolase Olagbegi and late Mrs Ajibike Iyiolase-Olagbegi in Benin City.
He was a grandson of Olagbegi 1.
He attended Government Primary School, Owo from 1945 to 1952 and then proceeded to Imade College, Owo from 1953 to 1957 where he was the Senior Prefect.
He then proceeded to Federal Emergency Science School in Lagos from 1961 to 1962 and then University of Ibadan, Ibadan from 1963 to 1970.
He also had Higher Education at Paddington College, London 1973 to 1974 and Bristol Polytechnic, Bristol, United Kingdom, 1985 to 1986.
Working experience included
Teaching
Premier Grammar School, Abeokuta and Egbado College, Ilaro from 1959 to 1968.
Laboratory Technologist
Cocoa Research Institute of Nigeria (CRIN), Ibadan from 1972 to 1976.
Chemistry Department, University of Ilorin, Ilorin as Academic Chief Technologist from 1976 until he retired from public service on February 1, 1997 for mandatory age related reason.

Prince Olagbegi in his Aladura robe

He was Chairman, Senior staff Association of Universities (Ilorin Branch)1979-1983
Sectorial Chairman All Nigeria Universities of SSAUTHRIAI (1984-1986)
National President, Association of University Technologists of Nigeria (ASUTON) (1992-1993)
He was a member of the Holy Church of Cherubim and Seraphim at Ikirun, Ehinogbe, and Akure District Council.
Chairman, Owo circuit of the Movement Churches,
Co-founder and Leader of the Holy Church of Cherubim and Seraphim, Ilorin (1993 to 1997)
Member, Owo Community Advisory and Economic Development Committee (2010 to 2012).

Chief Iyiolase of Owo Kingdom
He was involved as Chairman, Member, Executive Committee, Member of Board of Directors, of Schools and Associations, including
Fountain International Secondary school,
Imade College Old Student Association,
Government School,Owo PTA,
Imade College Owo Board of Governors,
Owo High School Board of Governors.
Life, Patron, The Boys Brigade, Nigeria, Owo Battalion, Rufus Giwa Polytechnic Chapter.
Life Patron, The Boys Brigade Nigeria, Owo Battalion (Owo/Ose LGA.
He was PDP Chairman, Igboroko ward, Owo (2015-2017)
Travels
The late Olagbegi has been to Great Britain/Israel/Geneva/USA

BURIAL ARRANGEMENTS
According to the family spokesman and one of the children Dr. Olayiwola Olagbegi, on May 22 there will be Ajabue traditional dance round the town. Family and well wishes will take off from the deceased’s residence at 3,Obasekaiye St,Ehin-Ogbe Quarters ,Owo ,Ondo State at 10am to 4pm.
On Thursday,May 23 at 10 am the body leaves Federal Medical Center ( FMC),Owo for lying in-state at his residence. There will be wake keep same day at 4pm at Olateru -Olagbegi Event Center, Fajuyi ,Road,Owo.
There will be funeral service on Friday 24,at 10 am at Cherubim and Seraphim Movement Church ,1, Farm Centre ,Ehin- Ogbe Quarters Off Idasen Road,Owo.Interment follows immediately .There will be Thanksgiving immediately after service while reception takes place at Best Western Plus Mydas Hotel ,Klm 1,Owo/ Ikare Road.
On Saturday 25 May there will be Mowasola Olagbegi Memorial Football match ( Maiden Edition) at Ipm at Owo township Stadium.

He is survived by his wives, 16 children, 40 grandchildren and one great grandchild.

Prince Olagbegi was a man of the people

Family members will fulfill all righteousness by following the tradition and supplying the compulsory sacrificial fowl ( adìye ìrànà) for Bàbá’s smooth passage and warm reception in the land of the spirit .

Wàláítàlàì nobody will cry . Nobody will grind their teeth because Bàbá was old. Baba was fulfilled. Bàbá finished his race with dignity and has gone home to rest! We will all bid him fare thee well .

Prince Olagbegi in suit

Fare thee well Bàbá

Ó dìgbà o dìgbóse

Ma j’òkùn, ma j’ekòló

Ohun ti won ba ñje ni ki o ba won je o

Bá mi ki Bàmi ati iyè mi OOOOOOO diiiiiigba!!!!

Then eulogy ( oríkì) follows

Don’t disclose that I have joined the Army

LETTER TO MY CHILDREN ON FATHERS’ DAY

Bobo T in uniform

…………..Why I joined the Army

…………on the battlefield

………..I was wounded , thrown into the bush

…………I have one artificial arm now!

Family members and friends did not know my whereabouts for the past two years .In fact they did not know that I was conscripted into the Army to fight in the war as a Combatant Soldier .On the battlefield I saw broken limbs and human flesh that littered everywhere . I saw human heads rolling on the ground while I heard the shrill cries of wounded soldiers. Now I am with one arm.Taiwo Abiodun narrates his experience .

My dearest Children,

Please don’t tell your friends and family members that I have joined the Army . Don’t tell that I am presently on the battlefield fighting for their hearts would be in their mouths. Don’t tell that with my naked eyes I am seeing hot bullets flying past my ears as I escaped being hurt by the whiskers or by a hair’s breadth. Few days ago grenades were thrown to where I was standing , though I was not hurt but some of my combatants were mortally wounded. Imagine I have no basic training but only trained how to use the gun. I only had One Station Unit Training (OSUT) for two weeks before we were despatched to the War front.

T Bobo ready to fight

I cried when I remember that you could become fatherless if I die in this war. Who will take care of you?. I know you will all call me useless and good- for -nothing father who brought you into to this world to suffer. But don’t blame me , blame my destiny .Now I forced myself to be reciting Psalm 23 by fire- by -force for I don’t know when last I went to church. I am forced to be singing ” Nearer my God to thee….” when seeing death face-to-face.

I am with some armed-to-the – teeth nicotine-stained -teeth angry soldiers with blood-shot eyes who throw grenades and enjoy sending sorrow into people’s lives.

Last month I was in charge of one of the armouries where they stored ammunition like : Submachine guns, Heckler & Koch, Light Machine guns, M60 Machine guns, Vickers Machine guns,General Purpose Machine Guns, MG42 among others before I was drafted into the middle of War. My loaded Beretta M9A3 gun replaced my old SIG P226 and now is in its holster on my waist.

Could you believe that everyday, bombs and ballistic missiles are thrown to where I am ? . It is like I am the enemies’ target during the counter offensive to take over the territory . I was almost captured as enemy combatants surrounded some of us and opened fire on us but I shook off my body as if nothing happened . Some believe I have African Bullet Proof. They were all surprised as one of them with a bayonet rushed at me ready to butcher me like a cow but the bayonet broke into two.

Babalawo Of the Nation (BoN)

From the air, enemies are dropping F-16 Fighting Falcon,P-51D Mustang dropping bombs. Combatants wait behind minefields .Our enemies attacked us with drones , fighter bombers patrol. We retaliated and attacked them too with the newly acquired sophisticated BoN 7174, war planes.The sound of bombs , rockets and other weapons were thunderous and deafening .

One evening I visited a nearby town that had been ruined by soldiers with their weapons . I did not know when I broke down and wept like a baby seeing how devastated the town has been reduced to .I developed goosebumps when I saw domestic animals who were confused as they run around, trembling on hearing the booming of guns and other sound. Dogs were barking restlessly . Goats were bleating and running for safety while cats were meowing and running around. Two big cats sat on a sofa chair with their owner who was already dead, he was said to have been hit by bullets . The cats dreadfully sat with their scary eyes glowing but the chicks and chickens were running around pecking grains from the waste bins suddenly I saw massive buildings came down crumbling as a result of bomb. It was like an earthquake while some bungalows obeyed to the law of gravity. Infact many lost their lives as a result of being hit while some were electrocuted . Many were buried alive while some were under rubbles. War is not good. Some parents left their children behind and ran for their dear lives while some took shelter in underground or basement .Government and private institutions were attacked .Streets were littered with decomposing corpses. A two- year- old blood- soaked toddler was playing with her mother’s hair not knowing she was dead as a result of the shrapnel that tore her stomach and another lodged in her heart.

One could see the mushroom cloud forms all from the detonated bombs .Their water was polluted. The air was polluted as a result of stench coming out from the dead corpses and the blue sky turned dark as a result of these pollutants .In the night one could see fire that ‘lighted’ the city as a result of the burning houses -no thanks to the enemies’ rocket launchers . Churches and Mosques all went up in conflagration .Human beings were roasted alive in their homes and offices. I wept when I saw what war has caused in this town.

Bobo T inspecting a grenade

I knew all these would happen to me because it was war. The fiercest battle I ever faced was the the night our Army’s 67th Mechanized Assault Brigade was bombarded by stupid , good for nothing and blood thirsty ragtag soldiers who had used all kinds of hard drugs from Indian hemp to Cocaine . Up till this moment I refused to wear my helmet because it is too heavy. Although I forgot my Compass at home .Our 32 Mechanized Brigade Army was supplied Ordnance.

Our soldiers fought using submarine weapons from water .We fought by air and by land , we didn’t care about their landmines. Yes, the enemies shelled us with their artillery bombs and rockets where over 500 soldiers were torn into pieces like rags . The sight of the dead and wounded soldiers is horrific .It is gory . It is gruesome . Stomachs were ripped open , eyes gouged out , shattered bones all over the place while human brains mixed with blood as bullets were lodged in some of their skulls.

This is not the war one would be equipped with AK 47. This is not a war one would go with ordinary amulets or talismanic rings. Yes, of course I went with my charmed rings , amulets , gbetugbetu but non worked .Some of our soldiers were taken as Prisoners Of War (POW).

T Bobo

Presently all the rivers are dirty and had been polluted while the rain that fell few days ago was black in colour no thanks to the smoke or emissions released from the guns and bombs.There is far -reaching environmental damage. The plants , food and crops are contaminated .

Could you believe that we have little time to relax and have fun with women? . Me who love women more than anything . Me who love anything in skirt. Me who love sikisiki. Ah, my manhood shrinks whenever I heard the sound of the booming of the guns and sighting war planes hovering round where we are. Where is fun on the battlefield? .I have heard and seen great men who fell by the wayside because of women . It happened two weeks ago , bombs were rained on men and women copulating!. I did not pity the men who exited this planet earth through same ‘ way ‘ or passageway they came into the world.

Could you believe that two of our soldiers were summarily executed for betraying us? .The two soldiers were Judas as they connived with our enemy combatants and showed them some of our armouries. They revealed our War strategies to the enemies. The cat was let out the bag when one of them who was found with wads of currency notes spilled the beans when he was drunk. Our Infantryman (Leader) called the two and they confessed , that was how they were asked to dig a trench and were shot dead right in our presence to teach others a lesson. We were betrayed no wonder why some of us were captured or killed like flies.

Taiwo Abiodun at it again

Last month I was wounded .As I bend down to pick a Mark II 20 lbs bomb and another German SC250 aerial bomb, it exploded and cut off my right arm completely. I just found myself among those presumed to have died and was evacuated into the bush. Among the dead, I saw some wounded soldiers still struggling to stand up but fell again while wild animals like wolves were eating up human beings who were not dead yet but struggling and twitching – half dead! .

I saw vultures feasting on dead bodies. I was weak and had lost pints of blood . It was one of the soldiers who came to dump dead bodies that saw me jerking and shouting that took me back to the Camp where the surgeon clinically cut off my hand that was dangling for only a tiny flesh that held it. It was already gangrenous and decomposing !.

We don’t know when the war will be over as they had just supplied us new ammunition like planes,tanks, tank destroyers,trucks,aircraft among others.

In the war I heard the clanking of guns, and soldiers brazenly using their swords and Bayonets on their enemies. I saw human skeletons still in military uniform with their helmets on their heads. I saw headless bodies and some dried human skulls these soldiers used to drink water , in fact some of the soldiers who believe that drinking human blood would add to their physical and spiritual power drank the blood . I saw some who are Cannibals, eating human flesh . I saw a man who used one hand to fight when the other had been severed but still fighting with the other hand .I saw one legged-soldier like Long John Silver in the Book, Treasure Island, fighting for his life.

Happy Father’s Day, I will soon be back home

BURY ME WITH MY BLING BLING

When my bullet-riddled body is brought home please dress me very well in my Jeans Jeans. Don’t forget to put my rings on my fingers and my necklace to let them know I am that Bobo T, T Bobo, Babalawo Of the Nation, BoN. Give me the Military salute. Remember to sing that emotional and thought -provoking song written by Jeremiah Rankin in 1880

God be with you till we meet again,

By his Counsels guide ,uphold you,

With his sheep securely fold you,

God be with you till we meet again…..

Crazy guy called Bobo T, T Bobo, Babalawo Of the Nation, BoN

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