NEWS: Gunmen invade NYSC lodge in Taraba

Tweet GUNMEN, yesterday,in Jalingo, Taraba State, attacked members of National Youth Service Corps, NYSC, at the Family House of the Redeemed Christian Corps Fellowship, RCCF, behind Federal Government Girls College, FGGC, dispossessing them of money and other valuables. It was gathered that the bandits held the corp members hostage for several hours after robbing them. The gunmen were said to have gained entrance into the lodge from a toilet in the female wing of the building, carting away three laptops, 24 mobile phones and an undisclosed amount of money. Feeding allowance gone One of the victims, who spoke on condition of anonymity, said: “We were about 20 corps members in the lodge when it happened. All our phones were taken away. “Some of us had more than one phones. Our monthly feeding allowance, which we contributed, was also taken away by the evil men.” Another said: “We were sleeping when some men came in holding all sorts of dangerous weapons. We never resisted them. We obeyed their orders because we were shocked by fear. ‘They threaten to behead us’ “They asked us of our state of origin and religion, threatening to behead us if we misbehave.” Confirming the attack, RCCF President, Banji Omogbehin, said: “The motive of the attack was unknown because the bandits asked us our state of origin, threatened to rape our ladies and behead us.” Officials of NYSC, who visited the corps members, said the issue would be seriously dealt with, as the scheme would not tolerate such act on its serving corps members. Police report However, Police spokesperson, Amos Olaoye, said it was a case of burglary and stealing. He said: “I can confirm the attack, but it is not robbery. We have not made any arrest yet but the police are investigating.”

Be Willing to Face the Truth

Tweet The hearing ear and the seeing eye, the Lord has made them both. Proverbs 20:12 Dr. Howard Hendricks, a church growth expert, was once asked to diagnose the declining membership in a certain church. After attending service for several weeks he met with the board of elders and said, 'Put a fence around it and charge admission, so people can come and see how church was done in the 1950s.' In other words, you're hopelessly behind! When our ego is on the line, we have a tendency to put a positive spin on things while ignoring all evidence to the contrary. The danger is that over time we lose sight of what's actually happening around us. Good leaders refuse to do that; they're relentless in their quest to know the score. They root out misinformation and refuse to reward those who deliver it. In so doing they create a culture that's transparent concerning what is and what isn't taking place. To ensure that they live this way, they live by these seven commandments: 1) Thou shalt not pretend. 2) Thou shalt not turn a blind eye. 3) Thou shalt not exaggerate. 4) Thou shalt not shoot the bearer of bad news. 5) Thou shalt not hide behind the numbers. 6) Thou shalt not ignore constructive criticism. 7) Thou shalt not isolate thyself. Attempting to make progress while turning a blind eye to reality is like treading water; it can only go on for so long. Eventually you drown. Whether it's in your church, your business or your personal life, be willing to face the truth regardless of how painful it is. And if you don't like what you see-start changing it!

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º˚˚OP†IMU§ ♛Ƒoя†ύήέ §lέέķ˚°º: Man Faked His Own Death To Propose To Girlfriend: Tweet A Russian man wanted to see if his girlfriend really did love him to death – so he faked his own demise in a bizarre proposal. Alexey...

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Man Faked His Own Death To Propose To Girlfriend

Tweet A Russian man wanted to see if his girlfriend really did love him to death – so he faked his own demise in a bizarre proposal. Alexey Bykov, 30, from Omsk, hired a movie director, stuntmen, make-up artists, and even a script writer to stage a bogus car crash. He then arranged to meet girlfriend Irena Kolokov at the crash site so she would be convinced he was dead. “We’d arranged to meet at a certain place but when I arrived there were mangled cars everywhere, ambulances, smoke, and carnage,” said Miss Kolokov. “Then when I saw Alexy covered in blood lying in the road a paramedic told me he was dead and I just broke down in tears.” ut the supposedly ‘dead’ Mr Bykov then jumped to his feet and proposed to Irena still covered in fake blood. “I was so cross I almost killed him again, but for real this time,” she said. Luckily for Mr Bykov, she eventually saw the joke, said yes – and the couple were married last week. Faked ... Alexey poses with fake blood and ripped clothes Faked … Alexey poses with fake blood and ripped clothes “I wanted her to realize how empty her life would be without me and how life would have no meaning without me.

“I think it worked but I promise it’s the last time,” he said.

BREAKING NEWS: Danfo Bus Full Of Passengers Catches Fire In Lagos

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A commercial bus, popularly called ‘danfo’ in Lagos caught fire Wednesday morning around 8am at CMS, just by BRT bus stop. Fortunately, no one was injured as all passengers managed to run out of the bus before it was completely engulfed. Eye witnesses said Lastma officials got to the scene like 3 minutes after the occurrence and they maintained free flow of traffic and contacted the fire service immediately. But till the bus burned out, no fire service was seen.

Å 24 years Old Nigerian Physics Undergraduate Mubarak Muhammad Abdullahi, Builds Helicopter

Tweet Mubarak Muhammad Abdullahi, a 24-year-old physics undergraduate in northern Nigeria, takes old cars and motorbikes to pieces in the back yard at home and builds his own helicopters from the parts. "It took me eight months to build this one," he said, sweat pouring from his forehead as he filled the radiator of the banana yellow four-seater which he now parks in the grounds of his university. The chopper, which has flown briefly on six occasions, is made from scrap aluminium that Abdullahi bought with the money he makes from computer and mobile phone repairs, and a donation from his father, who teaches at Kano's Bayero university. It is powered by a second-hand 133 horsepower Honda Civic car engine and kitted out with seats from an

old Toyota saloon car. Its other parts come from the carcass of a Boeing 747 which crashed near Kano some years ago. For a four-seater it is a big aircraft, measuring twelve metres (39 feet) long, seven metres high by five wide. It has never attained an altitude of more than seven feet. The cockpit consists of a push-button ignition, an accelerator lever between the seats which controls vertical thrust, a joystick that provides balance and bearing. A small screen on the dashboard connects to a camera underneath the helicopter for ground vision, a set of six buttons adjusts the screen's brightness while a small transmitter is used for communication. "You start it, allow it to run for a minute or two and you then shift the accelerator forward and the propeller on top begins to spin. The further you shift the accelerator the faster it goes and once you reach 300 rmp you press the joystick and it takes off," Abdullahi explained from the cockpit. He said he learned the rudiments of flying a helicopter from the Internet and first got the idea of building one from the films he watches on television. "I watched action movies a lot and I was fascinated by the way choppers fly. I decided it would be easier to build one than to build a car," he said pacing the premises of the security division of the university which he uses as hanger for his helicopter. He hoped -- and still does hope -- that the Nigerian government and his wealthy compatriots would turn to him and stop placing orders with western manufacturers. So far, however, government response to his chopper project has been underwhelming to say the least. Although some government officials got very excited when they saw him conduct a demonstration flight in neighbouring Katsina state, Nigeria's Civil Aviation Authority (NCAA) has so far shown no interest in his aircraft. "No one from the NCAA has come to see what I've done. We don't reward talent in this country," he lamented. Abdullahi does admit that his first helicopter lacks "some basic facilities like devices for measuring atmospheric pressure, altitude, humidity and the like." In a country with Nigeria's abysmal air safety record officials may be loath to gamble on one student's home-made helicopter. But Abdullahi, undeterred, has started work on a new flying machine, which, he says, "will be a radical improvement on the first one in terms of sophistication and aesthetics." Currently just a spindly metal frame in the back yard, the helicopter will be a two-seater and Abdullahi calculates it will be able to fly at an altitude of 15 feet for three hours at a stretch. It will be powered by a brand new motor -- albeit Taiwan-manufactured and destined for the Jincheng motorbike so common on the streets of Kano.

I WOULD HAVE CAPTIONED IT "A MUST READ FOR ALL LADIES" BUT...

Tweet "I do not support what these perverted married men нάs done to these girls, but on the fact still remains that these young ladies brought this upon themselves. Read on"... I read  a touching, pathetic experience on one a blog, so i thought i should share it with you guys, it's about the horrifying experience of 8 girls in the hand of 8 devilish men, its a must read for all ladies out there. "Hi, I am Tonia (not real name), a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you. "When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all. "We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM). "I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story. "I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos. "I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their various mistresses. We had 'mad' fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have sex, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever imagined. "He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have sex with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan. "He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending naked pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn't see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came back from Turkey. "One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends. "The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that majority of them were married and working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn't mind if they were married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my friends in the group. "We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went shoping for nice sexy beach wears. "The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as well 'MARRIED MEN'. I did not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn't paying bills. "We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting. "I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be dreaming. "Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too noticed there was something strange about it. "I was also feeling HORNY as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and horny to react. "Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stripped us down and had sex with us. "I enjoyed it a bit because I was horny. It was a mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times he came into me. He pounded me hard. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force. All I could notice was the wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be. "All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half naked and some stark naked. "We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls around me as well. "We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to anyone, I would regret it. "I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being naked on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for a month. "I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever had. "Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia's story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, the word, and pray they see it and changed their ways. "I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will stand before kings and queens. "To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits to and bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life. Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn including you. Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour. "God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to share this encounter with you and save you from any mishap. God bless you all. Amen."