WHY DON'T WE PLANT THESE CROPS

It bothers me a lot when some fundamental items become so scarce at home and everyone is crying and begging the northerners .

This was the case of cucumber until some Nenwe families in the 2000s were forced  to relocate at home by BH then they tried planting the crop .Bingo!.it grew very well at home ..Right now it will soon become one of our 'Nenwe  export' crops if the security agencies prevent the new wave of  Fulani herdsmen destructions anyway.

Now it is the *Onions* that has become gold to the southerner.Maybe we are waiting for another emergency to force us to plant them.

We are in a rain tropical area  blessed with different soils and altitudes therefore Capable of growing almost all sorts of crops. During the war when the North severed relationships with us we grew more *88) and "ahadja oghe ogologo* (denominated Biafran Beans ). This beans is now going into extinction  and will invariably affect the popular *igbagidi Nenwe* that people come from far to buy. You didn't  know this kwa?

Our soil right from Enugu to some parts of Nenwe some parts.of  upper lands of Mgbowo and Ndiagbor and Awgu will be good for these plants. I cannot say much about Oduma because of water logging of the soil. Agric specialists can say better.

However it is a plant that you can grow in your house inside sacks and buckets instead of crying because of Ndi ùgwù..  I planted two pepper 🌶️ plants in two differents pots on a balcony and had more pepper we needed in a family of 5 for the  two Consecutive years they were there . The same with onions. My temp  tenant from Nike planted *ogwume* (which is a weed  in Italy though) and had to give out some .

What I wonder and most people overseas wonder is what has happened to the hands of most of our people at home.

 While growing up in Nenwe Carrots and onions were grown in Nenwe precisely at county by one *Charlie Okụkụ* . Charles okụkụ was the agric fellow of County sec.school that kept a poultry in the '60s which fed the students. He also planted these crops which we thought he used *magic ndi collage* (tech)  to grow at a altitude of HRH Ifeanatus home going towards the road to Obulorum but before  the lower lands and swamps near the ebọ that were always easily flooded and waterlogged. Anyone Enya ruru ali may remember this poultry and farms in the late 60s.

It's just a shame we always lose initiatives at home and find reasons through  inconceivable things,persons and situations.

I shall post on the Nenweonlie University methods how you can grow your own onions in Nenwe within 100 days.

Good morning.

charlie.mbc@gmail.com

Italian priest concelebrates his 100th birthday Mass with his 4 sons, also priests

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Matthew Green | Jun 17, 2019

A spiritual son of Padre Pio, Fr. Vaccarini hasn't wasted a minute of his century-long life.

Father, priest, father of priests, centenarian, author, disciple of Padre Pio, Veteran of World War II … Perhaps we could think of Fr. Probo Vaccarini as a sort of spiritual Forrest Gump: someone who has received all 7 sacraments—some from his own children—and conferred most of them as well, and who has seen some of the most significant events and personalities of the 20th and 21st centuries first-hand.

He turned 100 years old on June 4, and he celebrated the occasion by concelebrating a Mass presided over by Bishop Francesco Labiasi, of Rimini, Italy (the diocese where Fr. Vaccarini ministers), and with his four sons who are also priests. Cardinal Pietro Parolin, Secretary of State of the Vatican, sent a message relaying a message of congratulations and a papal blessing from Pope Francis, read aloud during the Eucharistic celebration.

His story has, unsurprisingly, gone viral, with coverage in Vatican News, Vatican Insider, and other news outlets around the world. The information they provide would make for a great movie script.

Vaccarini was born in Italy in 1919. Like many young men of his generation, he was sent to fight in World War II, serving in a campaign in Russia; unlike many, he lived to return to his home and start a career.  One day, he ran into a friend and fellow war veteran, who was “handsome and had everything” but was “always sad … always distressed,” he recounts in an interview on Italian Catholic television station TV2000it.” This time, he was “happy, changed!” Vaccarini asked him what had happened, and his friend told him he had gone to confession with Padre Pio.

He took his friend’s advice and went to meet Padre Pio himself, who became his confessor. During one of Vaccarini’s visits, Padre Pio told him to get married and have a “big and holy family.” He answered, “Big is easy, but holy …?” Vaccarini’s tone in the interview is as if to say, “Easier said than done!” He went back to see Padre Pio again a while later, still single, and the saint told him, “Get a move on!”

Anna Maria Vannucci caught Vaccarini’s attention when he saw her regularly at Mass and around town. They married, and set about fulfilling Padre Pio’s advice about their family being big. They had 7 children—4 boys and 3 girls—and Vaccarini says, “It wasn’t by chance; I wanted all of them!” Sadly, his wife died in 1970, after only 18 years of marriage.

Nonetheless, Vaccarini continued to fulfill the second part of Padre Pio’s advice: making sure his family was holy. All four of his sons entered the priesthood: the first was ordained in 1979, and the last and youngest more than 20 years later (after his father). One of his daughters also entered the lay consecrated life.

In the meantime, Vaccarini himself became a permanent deacon. Assigned to a parish (San Martino in Venti), he was happy to carry out his duties, but “the problem was always finding some priest to come celebrate Mass,” he told his local diocesan newspaper, Il Ponte. It was then that that during a Mass at San Giovanni Rotondo he heard Padre Pio’s voice in his heart telling him, “You’ll become a priest.” Sure enough, in 1988, at the age of 69, he was ordained to the priesthood. He’s celebrated Mass every day since.

This has created a unique relationship between Fr. Vaccarini and his family. In the TV2000it interview, one of his sons explains how Fr. Vaccarini has been, in a way, his father, his son, and his brother: his biological father, by birth; his spiritual son, when (not yet a priest) he went to his own son for confession; and then his brother in the priesthood, when he was also ordained a priest. “In the faith, there are no limits,” his son says.

Fr. Giuseppe, one of his sons, told Il Ponte that even today as a priest, his father always refers back to his wife, saying, “My wife used to tell me …” which, his son says, may have made people who don’t know him yet “give him strange looks.”

Despite his age and many accomplishments—besides what we’ve already mentioned, he’s published more than 15 books, including an autobiography in Italian titled Husband, Widower, Priest—Fr. Vaccarini hasn’t retired. He’s the oldest active priest in the diocese, and possibly in all of Italy, but he says he still feels “like a newly ordained priest.”

“Day by day, I’m waiting for the Lord to take me,” he said during the 2013 TV200it interview. “I’ve had a wife, I’ve had children, and spiritual children too … Now, I’m waiting for the Lord to call me.”

Articles in other editions of Aleteia, and in Acidigital and Alfa y Omegawere also consulted for the preparation of this article.

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TO MY TOWNSMEN, ADULTERY WAS A CREATION OF THE WHITEMAN'S RELIGION

 

TO MY TOWNSMEN, ADULTERY WAS A CREATION OF THE WHITEMAN'S RELIGION 😂🤣🤣

By Anayo M. Nwosu

It was about the second week of November 1907 when the town crier announced that the attention of the adult men and women of the entire Ọkpụnọ Otolo Nnewi community was required at Obi Ezechukwu; that some whitemen needed to address them and to also distribute some gifts to the members of the community.

It was an Orie market day hence many people were in attendance. The meeting conveners must have been advised not to fix the meeting on Nkwo or Eke market days. Nobody would have attended as Ọkpụnọ people didn't play with those two market days.

Reverend Moonlight was very courteous in his gait and was too condescending for a whiteman as he tried to shake the hands of all the titled men in attendance. He could tell the titled men by their red caps adorned with one feather or more depending on their ranks.

The whiteman's interpreter, a fellow Igbo man from Opobo, thrilled the audience with his eloquent interpretation of Rev Moonlight's speech. The natives wondered how long it took him to learn, interpret and speak the whiteman's tongue.

Rev. Moonlight started by telling his audience that he and his organisation were not part of the colonial government; that he came to introduce them to a superior being who created the world and who all human beings must worship. He told them how God sent his only son into the world to save mankind.

After ten minutes, the whiteman paused and asked his assistants to start the distribution of clothes, combs, mirrors, shoes and wrappers. They started from the titled men then to the women and the youths. The visitors ensured that majority of the people in attendance got one item or the other.

The gifts enlivened his audience especially those that got mirrors. For the first time, they could see themselves more clearly, much more than they ever saw themselves as a reflection from Ụbụ stream or from a pool of rain water. Also, the elderly who got wrappers tied them there and then as it was the height of the harmattan season.

When Rev. Moonlight recommenced his message, he had before him a happy audience but he chose the wrong topic.

He decided to tell his audience about 10 Commandments of his God.

All went well until he got to the 6th Commandment "Thou shalt not commit adultery.”

"You should not have sexual intercourse with any other woman besides your wife", the whiteman explained to the disapproval of the adult males present.

"Dunu Ụmụagbala, ị na anụkwọ ife nwoke anyarị a na-ekwugheri?" meaning "did you hear the nonsense oozing out of the mouth of that albino", Nzeribe Ámáoké asked his friend.

The 6th Commandment didn't factor in the age long practice of Iko or Agịlị in Igbo land whereby a married woman was expected to have a married male friend known as her Ọyị, Iko or Agịlị.

The female Ọyị or Agịlị had the right to visit her friend at his home without the man's wife raising any eyebrows.

However, male Ọyị, Iko or Agịlị were not encouraged to visit theirs in their husbands' houses. But, no man killed his wife for having a sexual relationship with her Ọyị or Iko.

But the husband must approve of his wife's choice of Ọyị, Iko or Agịlị even as some women might decide not to have any Agịlị or Ọyị expecially the proud, frigid or contented type. But, it was very rare to see a man without an iko or agịlị except "ndị ume ngwụ" or men who ordinarily couldn't do long distance races.

Whenever a man went to market to buy clothes for his wife, he wouldn't fail to buy some for his Agịlị.

The Ọyị, Agịlị or Iko system ensured that no woman became barren because of the inability of her husband to impregnate her. This was in line with Nnewi adage that "onye egbe ya nyụrụ ọkụ e nyere ya aka" meaning "someone would have to help another man whose gun has failed to discharge bullets".

At that time, no greetings or pleasantries was complete without asking a man about his "ezi na ụlọ". Ezi represents the man's Agịlị while Ụlọ represents his immediate household.

Therefore, the elderly men could read the mischief on the face of the Opobo man, the whiteman's interpreter as he kept on shouting "akwana iko ma ọbụ agịlị", "ayịna ọyị"! All meaning, "don't commit adultery"

The interpreter knew quite well that the happiness brought about by material gifts distributed by Rev. Moonlight would soon disappear with the criminality the 6th Commandment would bring to the people's long-term sweet cultural practice of Iko or Agịlị.

During the question and answer session, Dunu Amaoke had the last word, "Rev. Moonlight, I'm glad to hear you say that your God answers prayers. Please ask him and his son to modify the 6th Commandment for us to cover only the unauthorised access to a woman's honeypot without paying bride price or without the husband's consent which in our land is also a taboo. We call it "ije ohi ọtụ" and it is not tolerated.", he paused as he adjusted the feather on his cap.

"I so request because ọkwa mba na-achị na olu na olu", meaning that "because we are different tribes or races, we are bound to have different cultures and shout in different tones", Dunu Amaoke ended to a high sounding applause from all adults present.

By Anayo Nwosu

ALWAYS ADVISE WITH SINCERITY OF PURPOSE :...

                                                   RETURNING TO NIGERIA                       

I had a long chat with a friend who is stranded in Nigeria.
He used to live here in Canada.
Five years ago, he went to visit family in Nigeria. While there, he met some old friends who were doing very well.
Days of discussions followed during which they impressed on him as to how much better financially he will do if he moved back to Nigeria.
They took him out to dinners and parties where he met movers and shakers of the society. They introduced him to them and spoke of his brilliance in public. These movers and shakers also impressed on him to come back home.

He came back to Canada and was flying like a kite. All he spoke about was the new Nigeria and the immense possibilities that existed.
He decided to move back, start up his company and set out on the entrepreneurial path.
Everyone told him to take it a step at a time and not uproot his entire family.
He didn't listen. He left.
The first week in Nigeria required the kind of adjustments he expected, but he had sold his house in Canada, liquidated his savings, so the sizable chunk of money allowed him, settle easily.
A fully serviced four bedroom apartment in Lekki. Kids in a private school. Wife with a new job. He ready to wear the toga of a businessman.

He set out. And begun calling his friends to tell them he was back for good and was ready to begin investing in the ideas they had spoken about.
The friends picked his calls at first and then with time they became scarce. He complained.
They said to him that they were so busy with their own businesses and life, so it was hard to actually keep up the communication with him and follow up with the investments and businesses he had begun on their recommendation.

He reminded them that they were the ones who told him to come so he expected them to follow up with him.
They told him that he shouldn't worry, that they will get back to him. They did for a while, but as the investments began to stutter, the calls dried up.
He became an island.
With time his money dried up.
The load of the family became heavy.
They left the self-serviced apartment in Lekki, for a two bedroom flat at the far outskirts of Ajah that was armed with a small generator.
He sold his car and had to take turns with his wife using her car as he kept chasing his entrepreneurial dreams since getting a job was proving difficult owing to his advanced age and the fact that he had not acquired a foreign post-graduate degree whilst in Canada.
The private school became unaffordable on his wife's salary.
He wanted to move the kids to a more affordable public school. His wife resisted.
They began to bicker.Bickering turned to fights.
Fights drove them apart.They separated.

During their separation, she met new people, men with more money, a willing profligacy and an eye for light complexioned beautiful married women with a foreign accent. Men who are sharks.
Sharks who were not interested in the abundance of single women in Nigeria but preferred the challenge that was involved in the chase of highly educated, successful married women.
She was vulnerable and all the sharks could smell it. They flashed luxury and 'fun' around her.
And she got infected with the Nigerian bug of living the 'good life.'
She was swept away by the joneses and flew up the ladder of success.
She filed for divorce and asked for full custody of the kids.
He tried to fight it but couldn't afford the fight.
She won.
He cried over the phone as he recounted his experiences and spoke of his decision to move back to Canada and start all over again.
My heart broke for him.He is a good guy.

It's sad how some people find it so easy to give advice and not think seriously of the cost of their advice.
If you had to pay money to give advice, I wonder how many people will be so willing to tell you how much better you can live your life.
I will do what I can to help him resettle.
I will not give advice on things am not sure of.
Instead, I will give material help.

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The Fulani that became the first mayor of Enugu

Mallam Umaru Altine : The Fulani that became the first mayor of Enugu

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• • More Sharing Services  Do Nigerians know that the first mayor of Enugu city was a Fulani man?   Enugu is the capital of old eastern Nigeria with majority of Igbo speaking people; therefore it is imperative to explore and understand how a Fulani politician became the mayor of the city.   Nnamdi Azikiwe’s political machine  made it possible for Alhaji Umaru Altine  to become the mayor of Enugu. 

Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe, the first Governor General and first President of Nigeria was by no means perfect in his political career but his faith in one Nigeria was unshakable, unquestionable  and his quest for united and indivisible Nigeria cannot be compared to rest of his contemporaries.

"According to Richard Sklar, an American political scientist who authored the the book “Nigerian Political Parties”, Mallam Umaru Altine who hailed from the old Sokoto Province of the defunct region of Northern Nigeria and who served as President of the Enugu Branch of the National Council of Nigeria and the Cameroons(NCNC) was elected the first Mayor of

Enugu in 1956.

In my humble opinion, this again goes to show the kind of very elevated and futuristic politics played by Dr Nnamdi Azikiwe, the first Premier of Eastern Nigeria and the most sincere proponent of Nigerian national unity of all time. It is a testimony to his impeccable credentials as the ultimate Nigerian that during his time in office, a Mid-Westerner and incumbent Oba Erediauwa of Benin (then Prince Solomon Akenzua) and a Northerner, the late Abdulaziz Atta, the Gowon-era Secretary to the Government of the Federation who died in 1972, both served as Permanent Secretaries of the Eastern Nigeria Civil Service," as stated in the Beegeagle's Blog.

In the 1950s a Fulani cattle dealer leaves Sokoto for Enugu, wins the backing of Nnamdi Azikiwe, joins mainstream Enugu politics, and eventually becomes the first Mayor of the Coal City. Travelling through four Nigerian cities, and cross checking the tiny but significant details of a rare story, Weekly Trust explores the life and legacy of Enugu’s first Mayor.

"Nigeria never fails to shock. This power to shock in a positive sense is embodied in the life and career of Umoru Altine, scion of the Sokoto Caliphate, who, on a record two occasions, became the Mayor of Enugu, which lies deep in Nigeria’s  South-East. He was the first ever Mayor of Enugu. Agu Gab Agu, one time Chairman, Enugu North Local Government invited the Umoru Altine family to Enugu in 2004 in his capacity as Chair of the local government. This was simply to celebrate the achievement of their late father. He tells Weekly Trust ‘Our history before that time did not reflect his towering achievement in terms of Nigerian unity. I was going to name a public institution after him, but time did not allow for that. ‘He says that a street was named after the late Mayor somewhere in the Coal Camp area of Enugu during the First Republic. Here is a political story, which also doubles as a Love epic, a war story, a tale of benevolent mentors, and a travel narrative as well.


Altine could have been Sultan
As a descendant of Uthman Dan Fodio, he could have been Sultan of Sokoto. But he preferred the world of trading, travel, adventure (he joined the army and worked with the railways) and politics (one account says he first contested an election in Tambuwal, Sokoto state), and he carved a niche for himself in these respects. He was handsome, was always well dressed, and people were magnetically drawn to him. In Enugu, he wore the Babban Riga, as well as a Turban. On other occasions he wore suits as the event demanded. He went to Church in Enugu if his duties as Mayor called for it, and went to do the kick off at stadia when occasion demanded. He was willing to adjust while retaining his identity. A noble, free and simple spirit is in evidence here. This Prince smoked loved Nsala soup with fresh fish, a popular meal of the Enugu Igbo, so says his wife, had a high sense of personal hygiene and had a good command of English. He never fell ill, so says Ma’Inna Altine, his Sokoto based daughter. He was fluent in Fulfulde and, to cap it all, he married an Igbo Lady. “(Tadaferua Ujorha, Daily Trust)

 http://www.afripol.org/afripol/item/1787-mallam-umaru-altine-the-fulani-that-became-the-first-mayor-of-enugu.html

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SEXY SHOPS

As I was driving down south from Rome towards Napoli (Naples) through the Appian road it was compelling to notice a couple of these SEXY SHOPS in some villages. It is not a common sight here in Italy to see such shops. I think the number of these shops in the whole of Italy are still less than what you would find in Berlin or Frankfurt (Germany) alone in the early ‘90s .
In those early school days I had in many occasions ‘curioused’ into some of them with my friend. She was the typical type that wanted to see everything. All strange things ,do strange things especially doing usual things at unusual places –Manheim –Düsseldorf boats, Frankfurt-Berlin flights, Koln cathedral, Heidelberg castle, night buses etc. I do not think hell fire is as close as they say or she would have paid and tried to see how it would feel experiencing ….….there . Too ‘strange’ for her youthful age. However, no regrets; God must have pardoned all since then, It don far well well and remember “..father pardon them for they do not know what they are doing….” better done then than now.

Last Thursday at this town on Appian road I was flagged down by the ‘Squadra mobile’ (anti crime police ) who claimed my speed makes me suspicious -135km per/hr instead of the maximum 80km/hr on that road which can be translated to minus 5 points on my licence . I denied their claims and rather claimed I was moving within limits. I was sure almost all anti crime squads may have all equipments in the world to fight criminals in their car but do not carry about simple court acceptable speed measuring instruments therefore there may not have a legally acceptable prove of my speed. They were almost right though..shhhhhhhsss. I was saved further embarrassments and arguments by an officer who arrived there and turned to be someone who worked with me once in an anti prostitution campaign (he was almost falling in love with a young Benin (teeneger) girl who was always giving him troubles during operations).

Sorry for living my SEXY SHOP story, but the short of it was that the scene of this show was opposite a nice Sex Shop and it brought back a lot of memories and questions. What type of people work in a sex shop? i.e their psyche ? Their physical constitution? I wonder if someone like me can last for two hours inside such a place without causing havoc to people or myself at least hahahah, probably it may have ‘the nudist beach effect’ on me. As a boy we ‘curioused’ to the nudist beach south of Ostia Lido (Rome) with Obi, Luca, Paolo etc, we were the only few that wore pants. I thought I would be embarrassed to hell by some enraged cobra under me …. But the opposite was the case: The embarrassment was the size of the frightened and embarrassed cobra… hahahaha
Do we have SEXY SHOPS in Nigeria?

HOLOCAUST FOR ........THE STORY

HOLOCAUST FOR NIGERIAN GAYS? 2

As I was saying… I really did not know much of homosexuals and homosexuality in Nigeria except those ........’it happens in the north ……….girls do it in the dormitories and call it SUPE or SHUPE…’ and other naive stuff like that .

In the early ‘80s as young African students in Rome we noticed that in the public urinary at the Stazione Termini some men used to ‘crane or giraffe ‘ their neck as to see your p.. while urinating. Oh Dio !! we did not understand anything; The first day we wondered all through the 30 minutes ride on metropolitan to Ostia Lido what and why a man should be interested in seeing the p….. of another male. The last day we used that urinary was the day one of us was touched on the buttocks by a vulgar homosexual fellow. This poor newly arrived African boy thought in his anger that the best revenge was to urinate on the man, but he was disappointed when the man instead enjoyed the mess…... ..We ran out in disgust and fear. That was the last such public urinary saw us for a very long time. In the second year we took some lessons in psychology and sociology where we had refs on homosexuality etc.

While doing my NYSC in the North and a period I worked as a guidance counsellor in girls schools in the south , I observed some ambiguous relationship between teenage girls very few cases were unequivocal though. I was particularly careful because I knew many parents would not understand if they learnt you handled a report of ‘SUPE’ relationship of their daughter. You might even be blamed for that even if they understood. It wasn’t easy for me as a young graduate and the first guidance councillor in that female school. However, we regarded such as ‘behaviour that will pass with the time’. We believed some did pass with time - did they?

Back in Europe at the beginning of the 90’s I lost my job and had to hang on a job with a Stylist and high fashion designer… (a world name). I was shuttling cities- Rome, Milan, Paris etc on fashion exhibitions with our models and other staff. I was at the back stage and kept records of the dresses and accessories so it was imperative I had to be in the dressing rooms always; a great embarrassment to me in the first days. Imagine a ‘poor Christ’ landing from Enugu directly into a hall full of nude, half nude and uninhibited girls I only see in magazines and televisions. It was a mental torture I must say, even physical also..… hahahahah. Wetin man pikin no go bear for money? I felt dehumanized or ‘demanized’, no matter most of them were like sticks and lacked most of the elements in my fantasies. About 80% of them were underfed, underweight, unmannered, uneducated ; The only thing most of them had more or over were doses of things that did not do them any good rather the cause of their depreciation. I am not a cannibal but do not like bones. I respect peoples tastes but still wonder what a man would do with a mass of bones?

However I was encouraged and brushed up to face the job and the girls by a nice designer from the Rome arts academy weighing more than two of our models put together and had size 4+ of the brassier: we became friends immediately because we were among the few that ate what human beings ate. We became a pair in everything ,yes everything. She saved me from confusion.

During the coffee break the first day , I went with two gentlemen in our team and they also booked seats for the lunch. They were in charge of the cosmetics, hair and general body beauty of these models . They were very easy, funny and well-mannered but were always critical of any girl I proposed I would check out after work that evening :Rome is nice in the evening. I initially thought they were as people already in the sector protecting me; then I later became suspicious of their changing topics whenever I went to conclude how to end my evening.

My real problem was not with the models and their behaviour but with the make up fellows. Almost all the high profile make-up specialists, hairdressers in the high fashion biz are males. Those in our team then were all rich professionals and the girls liked and wanted them, I was not rich but liked and wanted most of the girls that liked the make-up men ,my designer girl informed me that all the make-up men liked and may want me. (I hope one can still understand this mathematics of ‘liking and wanting’). Dio mio!! I rushed into the toilet to throw up but didn’t because I bumped on two models (females) in ‘funny behaviour’ there, I remembered the Holy bible-Sodom and Gomorrah.

After the rehearsals I made sure I passed the evening with the designer to make sure ‘everything still functioned ‘ correctly with me. She was happy I was afraid and inwardly wanted me to be frightened every evening for her to reassure me always……. Or reciprocal reassurance I would say.
I left the job later for another job after a lot of 'reassurances that things still functioned' the way I wanted them .
The next job was still more challenging.
Charles Okey C.

NIGERIANS NOT INVOLVED

Camorra blamed in immigrant murders Police suspect notorious Casalesi clan killed six (ANSA) - Caserta, September 19 - Police on Friday said the notorious Casalesi clan of Naples' Camorra Mafia was probably behind the murder of six immigrants in the small Campania town of Castelvolturno. Three Ghanaians, two Liberians and a Togo national were shot dead on Thursday night at an ethnic clothing shop where local residents often brought clothes for minor adjustments. A third Liberian died in hospital on Friday morning, and doctors were operating on another man injured in the attack. Investigators said the 84 shell cases found at the scene of the crime came from a Kalashnikov assault rifle and a semi-automatic pistol. Police believe the same weapons were used 20 minutes earlier in nearby Baia Verde to kill a 53-year-old Italian known to have had links with the Casalesi clan, who was shot 20 times. According to investigators the killers may have been posing as policemen, since witnesses reported seeing four men wearing uniforms pull up in a car with flashing lights. Police said they believed the murders were connected to drugs trafficking in the town, where African immigrants had recently begun dealing autonomously and had stopped paying percentages to the local Mafia. But relatives of the dead men reacted angrily to suggestions that the killing was drugs-related. ''He worked from morning till night, he didn't even stop to eat,'' said the partner of the 28-year-old Ghanaian who worked in the shop. ''He was innocent, he wasn't a criminal,'' Another friend of the Ghanaian said he had been ''murdered while he was sewing''. Immigrants claiming the crime was race-related clashed with police on Friday after setting up a road block in front of the shop, shouting ''you Italians are all b******s, this is racism''. 'DEAD MEN WALKING'. Other residents said the murders were just the latest of a series of Mafia crimes in the small town and hit out at the government for abandoning them to the Camorra. ''Does this seem like a normal town to you? Is it normal that 18 people have died in a few months when the town's population is less than 20,000?'' asked one man in the town's central square. ''We're dead men walking here. The state has abandoned us, our fate is sealed,'' he said. Another elderly man at a bar in the square said it was impossible to carry out any business activity here without paying the Mafia first. ''We're afraid here, afraid to be killed even sitting outside a bar. People say nothing because they are afraid of dying''. The Bishop of Naples, Cardinal Crescenzio Sepe, called on the Camorra to put down their weapons following the massacre and compared them to ''poisonous snakes''. ''Until these bearers of death are defeated we will always have cemeteries full of hatred and violence,'' he said. One of the most feared Naples Camorra outfits, the Casalesi clan's criminal empire was exposed in Roberto Saviano's worldwide bestseller Gomorra, now also a film that won the second prize at Cannes this year http://www.ansa.it/site/notizie/awnplus/english/news/2008-09-19_119270584.html

Pretende sesso da donna senza biglietto

La vittima e' una ragazza nigeriana di 27 anni, regolare in Italia
Pretende sesso da donna senza bigliettoDenunciato un capotreno di 53 anni
L'uomo avrebbe consumato il rapporto sul convoglio. Ora è stato sospeso in via cautelativa da Trenitalia
BOLOGNA - Pensava di farla franca un capotreno che ha preteso una prestazione sessuale da una passeggera scoperta a viaggiare su un treno senza biglietto. Invece il 53enne di origine campana, ma residente a Milano, è stato denunciato dalla Polfer è sospeso dal lavoro in via cautelativa da Trenitalia.
L'AMPLESSO - Il fatto è successo lo scorso 21 agosto. La donna, una ragazza nigeriana di 27 anni regolare in Italia, stava viaggiando sul convoglio 9417, un Eurostar Milano-Lecce, quando nella tarda mattinata - transitando nella zona di Reggio Emilia - è incappata nel controllo del biglietto. Il dipendente di Trenitalia, quando ha capito che la giovane non aveva il tagliando, ha spiegato alla donna che se voleva evitare le conseguenze del mancato pagamento del biglietto poteva appartarsi con lui per una prestazione sessuale. Prestazione effettivamente consumata poco dopo - sempre stando al racconto della donna - in un locale appartato in uno scomparto nella parte posteriore del convoglio.

LA DENUNCIA - Dopo aver subito l'abuso, però, la donna ha subito avvisato il compagno (che viaggiava sullo stesso treno, ma separato da lei) che a sua volta ha chiamato con il telefono cellulare il 113. A quel punto - il treno era già a ridosso della stazione ferroviaria di Bologna - sono intervenuti gli uomini della Polfer del capoluogo emiliano. I poliziotti hanno raccolto i racconti di entrambi. Lui ha negato ogni addebito, lei invece ha fornito particolari precisi della vicenda. Alla fine la polizia ferroviaria ha denunciato l'uomo all'autorità giudiziaria per concussione sessuale. Sulla vicenda erano subito intervenute, il giorno dopo, le Ferrovie dello Stato, con una nota in cui spiegavano che il Gruppo, informato dell'episodio di «presunto tentativo di molestie sessuali» aveva «immediatamente avviato i necessari accertamenti per chiarire la dinamica dei fatti. Qualora fosse accertata la responsabilità del dipendente saranno adottati i provvedimenti disciplinari previsti». L'uomo è stato effettivamente sospeso in via cautelare per 60 giorni. In attesa che si completi l'accertamento dei fatti Trenitalia, alla luce degli elementi acquisiti, ha ritenuto opportuno applicare il provvedimento.
05 settembre 2008

Dov'è la verità?

l Tribunale di Frosinone ha emesso un decreto di espulsione
«Non sono stato malmenato dalla Polizia» L'ambulante di Termoli nega l'aggressione
Su internet le foto di tre vigili che lo trascinano nel baule dell'auto. «Non farò causa nè chiederò risarcimento»

Una foto scattata da un passante con il telefonino (Emmevi)
Una foto scattata da un passante con il telefonino (Emmevi)
TERMOLI - L'ambulante bangladese Abdul Zainal nega di essere stato «strattonato e malmenato dagli agenti di Polizia Municipale e che gli stessi non mi hanno messo di forza nel portabagagli dell'auto di servizio». Anzi il commerciante dice di essere «stato accompagnato negli uffici seduto sul sedile posteriore».

«NON CHIEDERÒ RISARCIMENTI» - All'indomani dalle pubblicazioni di alcuni scatti su diversi siti e giornali, che ritraggono tre vigili che trascinano un uomo in una auto di servizio a Termoli, arriva una dichiarazione del protagonista di questa vicenda, Abdul Joinal, immigrato trentaduenne del Bangladesh. «Non ho subito alcuna pressione o minaccia nel rendere questa dichiarazione - si legge nel comunicato rilasciato dal Comune di Termoli - e fin da adesso dichiaro di non adire le vie legali e tanto meno chiedere eventuali risarcimenti».

ZAINAL È SCIVOLATO - La nota del Comune ricostruisce anche la dinamica di quanto accaduto. L'ambulante è scivolato mentre cercava di sfuggire ai controlli. Alla richiesta dei documenti da parte della Polizia, l'uomo ha risposto di non averli, ha cominciato a urlare e chiedere aiuto. Numerosi passanti hanno prese le difese dell'immigrato. Altri hanno fotografato la scena, smentita però dallo stesso Zainal.

DECRETO DI ESPULSIONE - Zainal ha precedenti per favoreggiamento di ingresso clandestino o irregolare, associazione per delinquere ed estorsione. Ha scontato 18 mesi in carcere a Cassino (Frosinone). Nel settembre 2006 è tornato libero per effetto dell'indulto. Il Tribunale di Frosinone ha emesso un decreto di espulsione.


26 agosto 2008

BABY SHOPPING...SHORT STORY FROM AFROLICIOUS BABE

I called in sick on Friday sounding like I could die the very next second then decided I was on diet and ate loads of beans…wore a maxi dress and went baby cloth shopping…No, Afro is not pregnant…My friend Fluffy got married a while ago and has a bun or a puff puff in the oven. Need to tell you the story of how I met Fluffy, very dramatic…The girl sabi panic no be small...Don't commit any crime with her cos you will be caught…Hence baby shopping donkey months before baby is due!

Hoping I wouldn't run into anyone as Oxford street is really close to my office I go into H&M, got some stuff for baby, couldn't resist a little something for myself.

While in the shop I felt a sudden sharp cramp which must have been a result of too much breakfast and leaned on a cloth rack holding my tummy. Now this is the image, I am in new born babies section, tiny cloths in one hand, using same hand to hold tummy and using other hand to hold on to cloth rack wearing a maxi dress.

I saw a shop girl rushing to me with a seat, followed closely by 2 other shop girls, she asked me to sit and they asked if it was my first baby, that was when I realised what was going on…Did I put them right? NO… told them it was my first then touched my head and said my blood sugar was low, one of them ran off and came back with a coke which I quickly took.lol..awoof!

Leaving the shop I see people collecting something, Afro does not know what it is but being the African that I am quickly rushed over to collect as well…Some new drink, I collect from 3 different people…yes, I got 3 bottles and immediately drank one…The coke had turned to blood sugar by then.Then I decided I needed to munch something and got 3 donuts and went to primark to do some more baby shopping, baby things look colourful and cheap, kai, the things I got for £5 at H & M are £2.50 here, so I go mad and shop my ass off, forgetting the money is not just for clothes…oh well…couldn't resist getting 3 sexy night wears for myself…kai, but primark nighties are cute…cheap but cute...lol...Anyway a shop attendant seeing as I am pregnant and saddled with load came and carriedthem to the till for me.

Then I have a large subway sandwich with my free drink, at this time even I had forgotten I wasn't really pregnant. Needed the energy for the trip home.

Went home and immediately fell asleep, the sign of good exercise, or maybe it was the pounded yam I had with the last free drink seeing as I didnt have lunch, I should have taken 4 of those drinks..., hmmmm next time!! I must have lost at least a kilo with all that walking around from shop to shop…Mrs Somebody and Calabar girl will be so proud of me…NOT!!!! Must do it more often though cos it was fun.

Later in the evening parakeet and I go to a naija show, Nice and Olu maintain (yahoozee) Didn't really dig Nice, maybe cos I don't understand a word of what he was saying but that olu maintain is an entertainer men…The guy gave a good interactive show while Nice mimed… It wasn't all fun though as the silly DJ hailed everyone and said we all looked nice in our primark dresses ( To those in naija, this is equivalent to being told your tejuosho dress looks good) The thing pained me big time because I got the cute dress I was wearing from primark…long hissssss!!!

Then Parakeet's ex bobo came to take us home, that was the second time I was meeting him but the same thought came to my mind…HOW IN HEAVENS NAME DO YOU UPGRADE ON PERFECTION??? His height, voice, good spoken English, clean, huuuuuuuuuu the joggers danggggg… I whispered to Parakeet, good luck upping that!! Why the hell is he ex anyway? I would forgive him any crime, in fact I'd beg him to commit a crime just so I could forgive him!!!