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Captain Hosa Okunbo’s Widow Pens Emotional Tribute to Husband

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Three hundred and sixty five days after the death of her beloved husband, Idahosa Wells Okunbo, the widow, Mrs Nosa Igiehon Okunbo, has penned an emotional tribute in honour of a man she described as courageous and profoundly good.

Honestly, I wish I had some time with you to walk among the stars to hold your hand and see your face and ask you how you are. I will tell you how things are going here, and say how I missed you so much.

Though you are no more with us, you are not forgotten. The loss is eternal and ever fresh. I can never forget all the priceless happy moments that you blessed me with during your lifetime. Your memories will always be with me as long as I live.
No doubt, I had the great opportunity and rare privilege of being the wife and partner of this great man. Life could not have been better than that because I was living every woman’s dreams. The best of every thing was at my disposal whether I asked for it or not. We had our problems like every family, but making up and resolving our issues were superb.

As husband and wife, we had our moments of disagreement on issues, but we both allowed the sacred saying of Apostle Paul in his epistle to the Ephesians in chapter 4 verse 26 to be our watchword: “…let not the sun go down upon your wrath.”

In actual fact, each argument we had, deepened our knowledge about each other and strengthened our bond and love.

The exemplary life that you lived and the unending love which you freely gave while here still comforts and envelopes us even as you are in the afterlife.

We are glad and proud that you explored all of life’s options and never left a stone unturned. No greater statement can be made other than that your life was one that was well lived.

Indeed, one year has gone, and the pain and hurt of your loss has not subsided. Life has not, and will never be the same again without you.

Losing you was difficult. Learning to live without you is even more difficult. Who are we to question God’s will? But it really hurts that he called you so soon.

You were more than a husband; you were my father, adviser, mentor, and pillar against the windstorms of life. I missed the stability and strength, and the joy and peace that your presence gave my life and everybody around you.

Your painful departure has created a big vacuum in my life that no one can fill.
It is hard to write this heartfelt tribute to you, my dear husband without it bringing tears to my eyes.

I lost one of the most courageous and profoundly good human beings that one will share time with on this earth. Your demise, dear husband left a huge gap nobody can fill, because you were unique and differently wired.

Your fierce dignity, passion for humanity and unbending will to sacrifice for the greater good in the interest of the larger society spoke volumes of your uncommon personality.

Many have said a lot about you – the magnanimity of your spirit and the generosity of your large heart – as someone who maintained closeness with you, the solidity of your principle set you apart from the rest.

In a world, filled with people of different shades and backgrounds with uncertain motives, your natural ability to deal successfully with all without compromising your entrenched values of honesty and transparency spoke volumes of you as a man excellently versed in human relations and the art of diplomacy.

My darling husband, you were not the one to prevaricate on any matter. You were a man of conviction, whose intents were always known from the word ‘Go’! You never gave room for anyone to question your integrity because your words were your bond. You were not a saint and you never laid claims to being sanctimoniously righteous. If anyone had issues with you, chances were they would be at fault, for you would never take advantage of anyone.

In fact, you would rather deprive and sacrifice your material benefits should they stand in the way of the robust relationships you had with people.

For you, dear Captain, peace trumped everything and formed the basis of your existence; and core to your pursuit of peace was showing love. This was why most tributes about you majorly dwelt on your benevolence and generosity.

Captain, you were also big on passion. You gave every last ounce of yourself to whatever you were doing. You knew how to find new passions for which you dedicated your all and made success of.
More importantly, you were a great dad, an amazing husband. You dedicated yourself to your family and loved your children with all your heart. You never left anything in the tank; you left it all on the floor. I strongly believe that is what you would want for us to do.

I will cherish and hold dear forever the beautiful memories of our time together.

Keep resting in the bosom of the Lord, my love.

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Rivers Crisis: A Note of Caution by Dr. Goodluck Jonathan

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I am aware that the local government election taking place in Rivers State today, October 5, has been a subject of great interest to political actors.

The political happenings in Rivers State in the past days is a cause for serious concern for everyone, especially lovers of democracy and all actors within the peace and security sector of our nation.

Elections are the cornerstone of democracy because they are the primary source of legitimacy. This process renews the faith of citizens in their country as it affords them the opportunity to have a say on who governs them.

Every election is significant, whether at national or sub-national levels as it counts as a gain and honour to democracy.

It is the responsibility of all stakeholders, especially state institutions, to work towards the promotion of sound democratic culture of which periodic election stands as a noble virtue.

Democracy is our collective asset, its growth and progress is dependent on governments commitment to uphold the rule of law and pursue the interest of peace and justice at all times.

Institutions of the state, especially security agencies must refrain from actions that could lead to breakdown of law and order.

Rivers State represents the gateway to the Niger Delta and threat to peace in the state could have huge security implications in the region.

Let me sound a note of caution to all political actors in this crisis to be circumspect and patriotic in the pursuit of their political ambition and relevance.

I am calling on the National Judicial Commission (NJC) to take action that will curb the proliferation of court orders and judgements, especially those of concurrent jurisdiction giving conflicting orders. This, if not checked, will ridicule the institution of the judiciary and derail our democracy.

The political situation in Rivers State, mirrors our past, the crisis of the Old Western Region. I, therefore, warn that Rivers should not be used as crystal that will form the block that will collapse our democracy.

State institutions especially the police and the judiciary and all other stakeholders must always work for public interest and promote common good such as peace, justice and equality.

– GEJ

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The End of a Political Party

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By Obianuju Kanu-Ogoko

It is deeply alarming and shameful to witness an elected official of an opposition party openly calling for the continuation of President Tinubu’s administration. This blatant betrayal goes against the very essence of democratic opposition and makes a mockery of the values the PDP is supposed to stand for.

Even more concerning is the deafening silence from North Central leadership. This silence comes at a price—For the funneled $3 million to buy off the courts for one of their Leaders’, the NC has compromised integrity, ensuring that any potential challenge is conveniently quashed. Such actions reveal a deeply compromised leadership, one that no longer stands for the people but for personal gain.

When a member of a political party publicly supports the ruling party, it raises the critical question: Who is truly standing for the PDP? When a Minister publicly insulted PDP and said that he is standing with the President, and you did nothing; why won’t others blatantly insult the party? Only under the Watch of this NWC has PDP been so ridiculed to the gutters. Where is the opposition we so desperately need in this time of political crisis? It is a betrayal of trust, of principles and of the party’s very foundation.

The leadership of this party has failed woefully. You have turned the PDP into a laughing stock, a hollow shell of what it once was. No political party with any credibility or integrity will even consider aligning or merging with the PDP at this rate. The decay runs deep and the shame is monumental.

WHAT A DISGRACE!

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Day Dele Momodu Made Me Live Above My Means

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By Uzor Maxim Uzoatu

These are dangerous days of gross shamelessness in totalitarian Nigeria.
Pathetic flaunting of clannish power is all the rage, and a good number of supposedly modern-day Nigerians have thrown their brains into the primordial ring.

One pathetic character came to me the other day stressing that the only way I can prove to him that I am not an ethnic bigot is to write an article attacking Dele Momodu!

I could not make any head or tail of the bloke’s proposition because I did not understand how ethnic bigotry can come up in an issue concerning Dele Momodu and my poor self.

The dotty guy made the further elaboration that I stand accused of turning into a “philosopher of the right” instead of supporting the government of the day which belongs to the left!

A toast to Karl Marx in presidential jet and presidential yacht!

I nearly expired with laughter as I remembered how one fat kept man who spells his surname as “San” (for Senior Advocate of Nigeria – SAN) wrote a wretched piece on me as an ethnic bigot and compelled one boozy rascal that dubiously studied law in my time at Great Ife to put it on my Facebook wall!

The excited tribesmen of Nigerian democracy and their giddy slaves have been greased to use attack as the first aspect of defence by calling all dissenting voices “ethnic bigots” as balm on their rotted consciences.

The bloke urging me to attack Dele Momodu was saddened when he learnt that I regarded the Ovation publisher as “my brother”!

Even amid the strange doings in Nigeria of the moment I can still count on some famous brothers who have not denied me such as Senator Babafemi Ojudu who privileged me to read his soon-to-be-published memoir as a fellow Guerrilla Journalist, and the lionized actor Richard Mofe-Damijo (RMD) who while on a recent film project in faraway Canada made my professor cousin over there to know that “Uzor is my brother!”

It is now incumbent on me to tell the world of the day that Dele Momodu made me live above my means.

All the court jesters, toadies, fawners, bootlickers and ill-assorted jobbers and hirelings put together can never be renewed with enough palliatives to countermand my respect for Dele Momodu who once told our friend in London who was boasting that he was chased out of Nigeria by General Babangida because of his activism: “Babangida did not chase you out of Nigeria. You found love with an oyinbo woman and followed her to London. Leave Babangida out of the matter!”

Dele Momodu takes his writing seriously, and does let me have a look at his manuscripts – even the one written on his presidential campaign by his campaign manager.

Unlike most Nigerians who are given to half measures, Dele Momodu writes so well and insists on having different fresh eyes to look at his works.

It was a sunny day in Lagos that I got a call from the Ovation publisher that I should stand by to do some work on a biography he was about to publish.

He warned me that I have only one day to do the work, and I replied him that I was raring to go because I love impossible challenges.

The manuscript of the biography hit my email in fast seconds, and before I could say Bob Dee a fat alert burst my spare bank account!

Being a ragged-trousered philanthropist, a la the title of Robert Tressel’s proletarian novel, I protested to Dele that it’s only beer money I needed but, kind and ever rendering soul that he is, he would not hear of it.

I went to Lagos Country Club, Ikeja and sacked my young brother, Vitus Akudinobi, from his office in the club so that I can concentrate fully on the work.

Many phone calls came my way, and I told my friends to go to my divine watering-hole to wait for me there and eat and drink all that they wanted because “money is not my problem!”

More calls came from my guys and their groupies asking for all makes of booze, isiewu, nkwobi and the assorted lots, and I asked them to continue to have a ball in my absence, that I would join them later to pick up the bill!

The many friends of the poor poet were astonished at the new-fangled wealth and confidence of the new member of the idle rich class!

It was a beautiful read that Dele Momodu had on offer, and by late evening I had read the entire book, and done some minor editing here and there.

It was then up to me to conclude the task by doing routine editing – or adding “style” as Tom Sawyer would tell his buddy Huckleberry Finn in the eponymous adventure books of Mark Twain.

I chose the style option, and I was indeed in my elements, enjoying all aspects of the book until it was getting to ten in the night, and my partying friends were frantically calling for my appearance.

I was totally satisfied with my effort such that I felt proud pressing the “Send” button on my laptop for onward transmission to Dele Momodu’s email.

I then rushed to the restaurant where my friends were waiting for me, and I had hardly settled down when one of Dele’s assistants called to say that there were some issues with the script I sent!

I had to perforce reopen up my computer in the bar, and I could not immediately fathom which of the saved copies happened to be the real deal.

One then remembered that there were tell-tale signs when the computer kept warning that I was putting too much on the clipboard or whatever.

It’s such a downer that after feeling so high that one had done the best possible work only to be left with the words of James Hadley Chase in The Sucker Punch: “It’s only when a guy gets full of confidence that he’s wide open for the sucker punch.”
Lesson learnt: keep it simple – even if you have been made to live above your means by Dele Momodu!

To end, how can a wannabe state agent and government apologist, a hired askari, hope to get me to write an article against a brother who has done me no harm whatsoever? Mba!

I admire Dele Momodu immensely for his courage of conviction to tell truth to power.

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