07TH FEBRUARY, 2019.
PRESS RELEASE
UPROAR IN OYO OVER NON ISSUANCE OF PVCs as ALAAFIN WARNS INEC AGAINST DISENFRANCHISEMENT
With barely 8 days to the commencement of the general elections, there are complaints in Oyo metropolis which have come to the notice of the Alaafin of Oyo; that there is a great possibility of disenfranchisement of Thousands of eligible voters due to the non issuance of the PVC to the voters who have previously registered by the INEC at the various centers in Atiba, Oyo East, Oyo West local governments respectively in Oyo metropolis.
Unless something is urgently done by the INEC Headquarters thousands of eligible voters are sure to be disenfranchised for no fault of their own. The Alaafin of Oyo, is appealing to the governor of Oyo state that he should use his good offices to ensure that the good people of Oyo Metropolis are not disenfranchised.
The Alaafin lamented that during the registration exercise he personally provided computers, laptops, and generator sets and fueling to assist the INEC officials to the various INEC registration center.
The eligible voters in Oyo Metropolis will be greatly disenfranchised and that will affect the electoral value of Oyo people who have long been desirous of voting at the general elections but the non availability of PVC after they have been issued the temporary voters card which will not be usable at the polls.
It is however unfortunate that even Ayabas, palace aides and their families and a large number of eligible voters will be disenfranchised if the date of collection of PVC for the forthcoming election remains as it is 8th of February, 2019.
Following uproar from eligible voters in Oyo metropolis who besieged the palace, the Alaafin Media Crew consequently visited INEC offices in Atiba, Oyo East, Oyo West local government to ascertain the veracity of the people’s complaints.
Though electoral officers of the three INEC offices could not be met as at press time, as they were said to be away on official assignments. Other officials met declined comments, saying they were not competent to speak on the matter.
However, His Imperial Majesty, Oba (Dr) Lamidi Olayiwola Adeyemi III, (J.P, C.F.R, LL.D), the Alaafin of Oyo has expressed strong indignation over the non issuance of PVC’s to eligible voters, saying “it is a deliberate attempt at disenfranchising large number of voters in Oyo metropolis.”
Oba Adeyemi III who called on INEC to, as a matter of utmost concern, extend the deadline for the collection of PVC’s by atleast four days (4days).
This according to the Paramount Ruler, would not only afford large turnout of eligible voters in the metropolis to exercise their civic responsibilities during election periods, but it would give them a sense of belonging and dedication towards sustainable democratic governance.
Bode Durojaiye
(Chief Press Officer)
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Legendary
Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision"- Muhammad Ali
Monday, January 14, 2019
Iku Baba Yeye is 48years
Congratulations, Iku!
HAPPY 48TH CORONATION ANNIVERSARY
Your Imperial Majesty, having spent forty-eight years on the ancestral throne of your forefathers, we give all glory to God.
Kabiyesi, within forty-eight years of your reign, you have worked with twelve presidents and heads of states and eighteen governors. Throughout their administrative period, you have preserved the reverence of the Empire.
You have brought inestimable transformation to the kingdom. You have kept and maintained the pristine culture and tradition of the Yoruba race.
Yorubaland and the Yorubas are proud of the glamour and glitz you have added to the rich ancestral heritage of the race.
You are one of Africa's most paramount rulers. The pivotal role you have played in guarding jealously the rich African culture is iconic and legendary.
As the Alaafin of Oyo, you have displayed uncommon stamina and rare courage in shouldering the huge responsibilities attached to your office. You have salvaged, in the time of need, your people from external aggression and unsolicited influences.
Alase Ikeji Orisa, you have braced through the storm and shown yourself as the real custodian of the cherished Yoruba history and culture. To say you are an enigma by every standard is an understatement; as many who had an interaction with you testified that a moment with you is like an exploratory adventure through school of history. You are a repository of knowledge and a moving encyclopedia. You are undoubtedly a monarch, not only with wit, but also with class.
Iku Baba Yeye, as you celebrate forty-eight years on the revered throne of Oduduwa, the progenitor of the Yoruba race, our prayer for you is to live long in sound health and wealth, in order to champion the cause of the Yorubas and Oyo in particular. Long shall you live, Kabiyesi. Igba odun, odun kan ni.
HAPPY 48TH CORONATION ANNIVERSARY
Your Imperial Majesty, having spent forty-eight years on the ancestral throne of your forefathers, we give all glory to God.
Kabiyesi, within forty-eight years of your reign, you have worked with twelve presidents and heads of states and eighteen governors. Throughout their administrative period, you have preserved the reverence of the Empire.
You have brought inestimable transformation to the kingdom. You have kept and maintained the pristine culture and tradition of the Yoruba race.
Yorubaland and the Yorubas are proud of the glamour and glitz you have added to the rich ancestral heritage of the race.
You are one of Africa's most paramount rulers. The pivotal role you have played in guarding jealously the rich African culture is iconic and legendary.
As the Alaafin of Oyo, you have displayed uncommon stamina and rare courage in shouldering the huge responsibilities attached to your office. You have salvaged, in the time of need, your people from external aggression and unsolicited influences.
Alase Ikeji Orisa, you have braced through the storm and shown yourself as the real custodian of the cherished Yoruba history and culture. To say you are an enigma by every standard is an understatement; as many who had an interaction with you testified that a moment with you is like an exploratory adventure through school of history. You are a repository of knowledge and a moving encyclopedia. You are undoubtedly a monarch, not only with wit, but also with class.
Iku Baba Yeye, as you celebrate forty-eight years on the revered throne of Oduduwa, the progenitor of the Yoruba race, our prayer for you is to live long in sound health and wealth, in order to champion the cause of the Yorubas and Oyo in particular. Long shall you live, Kabiyesi. Igba odun, odun kan ni.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Turning Pro
"Turning pro is a mindset. If we are struggling with fear, self-sabotage, procrastination, self-doubt, etc... the problem is, we're thinking like amateurs. Amateurs don't show up. Amateurs crap out. Amateurs let adversity defeat them. The pro thinks differently. He shows up, he does his work, he keeps truckin', no matter what"
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
Turning Pro
"Turning pro is a mindset. If we are struggling with fear, self-sabotage, procrastination, self-doubt, etc... the problem is, we're thinking like amateurs. Amateurs don't show up. Amateurs crap out. Amateurs let adversity defeat them. The pro thinks differently. He shows up, he does his work, he keeps truckin', no matter what"
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
~ Steven Pressfield
Although Steven wasn't talking about marketing (he was an author and screenplay writer), his statements about the 'amateur' vs the 'pro' hold true in every field.
There's a fundamental difference in the way a professional operates vs how an amateur operates.
The pro shows up, even when he/she doesn't want to.
The pro produces, even when he/she doesn't have that 'spark of inspiration'.
The pro understands it's the skills that pay the bills -- not any particular sale.
If you really want to become successful in a self directed capacity (read: entrepreneur, small business owner, freelancer), you have to adopt the mindset of a professional.... nobody else is breathing down your neck to make sure you show up, do the work, and follow the process.
Monday, July 2, 2018
NEMESIS OF A DNAT TEST
HERE IS A SHORT MIND BLOWING STORY🤗
TITTLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test:
(Episodes 1)
"You can't be serious, doctor. What are you saying?" I was in denial of the obvious.
"I'm sorry Mr Onuoha, but you're not the biological father of your last three children. "
"This must be an expensive joke."
"DNA does not lie."
"Doc, those children calls me Dad."
"It doesn't make them your biological children. "
I knew the doctor wasn't lying. I only came to his hospital to reconfirm what a previous test had confirmed. Among my four children, only the first is my biological child.
"Doctor Dibia, I've been the father of those children right from the time they were conceived. How could this happen to me?"
"Kacy my friend, in this profession I've seen such cases many times. Some men will find out and choose to bury the secret because of shame, while some will take drastic measure."
"I'm finished, doctor."
"I'll advice you calm down and go home. Your wife has got some explanation to make."
"Sure, Chioma has got some explanation to make. And it better be a reasonable one."
What have I just said? A reasonable explanation? Can there be any explanation reasonable enough to justify this act? That I, Kelechi Onuoha, is not the biological father of Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Children that I love so much and loved their mother more each day for giving me three boys. I remembered when Abednego was born, I bought a brand new CRV four-wheel-drive for my wife in appreciation.
Rant HQ has finished me. Suzan Ade Coker has ruined my life. Why did I even join that group? Oh Chioma! Chioma, you have killed me, Chioma. Ewu a ta m igu n'isi.
I rushed out from the hospital, rushed into my car and drove off like the devil was after me. Anger was boiling in my stomach, pain was beating drum in my heart, and confusion was pounding yam in my head. In an instant I was becoming a miserable wreck.
I'm coming, Chioma.
FLASH BACK:
It was about a week ago that my friend, Mr Gbenga, called me on whatsapp.
"Omo Igbo," that was his usual hello.
"Omo Yoruba," was my hi.
"O boy, I want to add you to one crazy group like that."
"What group is that?"
"Where people rants two-four-seven and dey do amebo."
"Amebo? Abeg add me sharperly."
"There's something I would like you to read anyway."
"Ok."
Few minutes later, notification came on Facebook, "Gbenga Ajayi added you to a close group, Rant HQ." Before I could click, another notification, "Gbenga Ajayi mentioned you in a post", followed by a message on messenger, "Please, go through the comments on that post."
Something seriously needed my attention for Gbenga to have gone to this length. I opened the post, made by Suzan Ade Coker, which was asking men if they're sure of the paternity of their children and of the surprises a DNA test could reveal. What has this got to do with me? Why did Gbenga drag me to the post? I began to read the comments.
Then, gbagam! I saw it. My beautiful wife, Chioma, was a member of the group. Her comment was attracting a lot of attention. It wasn't just a comment. She was practically raining fire and brimestone on the poster, accusing her of trying to break "happy" marriages. She asked for the post to be pulled down or her god will strike the poster.
As I expected, members were attacking her. One said she was a suspect. The other said maybe her gateman was the father of her children. Another one said she probably don't know who the real father or fathers of her children are. I couldn't believe what my wife was ranting. Why being so defensive if she was innocent? Why spitting so much venom?
Yes, her comment made her a suspect. Okwu ya achiputala ya ukwu n'ama. And I must get to the bottom of this.
BACK TO PRESENT:
Wahala dey. Big wahala dey.
**********************
Episode 2??
TITTLE: Nemesis Of A DNA Test:
(Episodes 1)
"You can't be serious, doctor. What are you saying?" I was in denial of the obvious.
"I'm sorry Mr Onuoha, but you're not the biological father of your last three children. "
"This must be an expensive joke."
"DNA does not lie."
"Doc, those children calls me Dad."
"It doesn't make them your biological children. "
I knew the doctor wasn't lying. I only came to his hospital to reconfirm what a previous test had confirmed. Among my four children, only the first is my biological child.
"Doctor Dibia, I've been the father of those children right from the time they were conceived. How could this happen to me?"
"Kacy my friend, in this profession I've seen such cases many times. Some men will find out and choose to bury the secret because of shame, while some will take drastic measure."
"I'm finished, doctor."
"I'll advice you calm down and go home. Your wife has got some explanation to make."
"Sure, Chioma has got some explanation to make. And it better be a reasonable one."
What have I just said? A reasonable explanation? Can there be any explanation reasonable enough to justify this act? That I, Kelechi Onuoha, is not the biological father of Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. Children that I love so much and loved their mother more each day for giving me three boys. I remembered when Abednego was born, I bought a brand new CRV four-wheel-drive for my wife in appreciation.
Rant HQ has finished me. Suzan Ade Coker has ruined my life. Why did I even join that group? Oh Chioma! Chioma, you have killed me, Chioma. Ewu a ta m igu n'isi.
I rushed out from the hospital, rushed into my car and drove off like the devil was after me. Anger was boiling in my stomach, pain was beating drum in my heart, and confusion was pounding yam in my head. In an instant I was becoming a miserable wreck.
I'm coming, Chioma.
FLASH BACK:
It was about a week ago that my friend, Mr Gbenga, called me on whatsapp.
"Omo Igbo," that was his usual hello.
"Omo Yoruba," was my hi.
"O boy, I want to add you to one crazy group like that."
"What group is that?"
"Where people rants two-four-seven and dey do amebo."
"Amebo? Abeg add me sharperly."
"There's something I would like you to read anyway."
"Ok."
Few minutes later, notification came on Facebook, "Gbenga Ajayi added you to a close group, Rant HQ." Before I could click, another notification, "Gbenga Ajayi mentioned you in a post", followed by a message on messenger, "Please, go through the comments on that post."
Something seriously needed my attention for Gbenga to have gone to this length. I opened the post, made by Suzan Ade Coker, which was asking men if they're sure of the paternity of their children and of the surprises a DNA test could reveal. What has this got to do with me? Why did Gbenga drag me to the post? I began to read the comments.
Then, gbagam! I saw it. My beautiful wife, Chioma, was a member of the group. Her comment was attracting a lot of attention. It wasn't just a comment. She was practically raining fire and brimestone on the poster, accusing her of trying to break "happy" marriages. She asked for the post to be pulled down or her god will strike the poster.
As I expected, members were attacking her. One said she was a suspect. The other said maybe her gateman was the father of her children. Another one said she probably don't know who the real father or fathers of her children are. I couldn't believe what my wife was ranting. Why being so defensive if she was innocent? Why spitting so much venom?
Yes, her comment made her a suspect. Okwu ya achiputala ya ukwu n'ama. And I must get to the bottom of this.
BACK TO PRESENT:
Wahala dey. Big wahala dey.
**********************
Episode 2??
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