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ISAAC DUROJAIYE (OTUNBA GADDAFI) Otunba Gaddafi at work This is the heroic story of Otunba Gaddafi as told in my book: GROWING YOUR BUSINESS (BIG your small business). Enjoy. The name Isaac Durojaiye sure doesn’t ring a bell in the ear of so many people, but not so his statements. Clichés such as “shit money no dey smell,” “shit business is good business,” “you call it shit, we call it money” are more popular than the personality behind them. Otunba Gaddafi, as he was popularly called, worked in the securities department of the American Express when he was in the states. And that exposed him to many things in the course of his duty and sojourn in that land. He came back to Nigeria, and became the bodyguard to late Chief M.K.O. Abiola. At the time Chief’s son was to get married, Otunba was asked to take care of the security for the event. He was discharging his duty when he noticed that, there were only about two toilets at the planned programme venue. For the t
Well, I also didn't until very recently. He became popular for something very unusual. A cool guy who doesn't want to harm others, Mahes had only one problem: his appetite. He loved to eat good food. Who doesn't? Only challenge is, Mahes could never pay for his food. He would go to a classy restaurant, order the best and possibly most expensive meal on menu, finest liquor, desserts and all. He would finish eating, and when the waiter comes around with the bill, Mahes would say he is unable and unwilling to pay. They'll call the police, he'll be sent to prison on a short sentence, fed 3 square meals and given a nice bed to sleep on. As soon as he gets out of prison, he locates the next restaurant and repeats the very same thing. A serial eater, Mahes was arrested more than 3 dozen times on the same offence, nothing different. This year, please eat what and where you can pay. You don't want to find out the chances of 3 square meals and a nice bed in a Nigerian
TRUE LIFE STORY OF A MIGRANT My name? You can call me Ese. I am eighteen years old, from Edo state. Two months ago, a friend of my aunt came to our house and said she could help me get a job abroad, she said she knows someone there who has been helping other people. We only had to provide about Six Hundred thousand naira for my transport to the Libya. My aunt, my mum and my elder brother all gathered the money and gave me some extra for the trip. Two weeks later, we were ready for the trip. From Edo state, we were transported to Kano, and then Katsina, and, I don’t know the names of all the places, but they said they had to follow that particular road because of Immigration and other officers that collect money from them on the road. We went through several bush paths and un-tarred road in a long lorry until we were completely in the desert. More than ninety percent of us girls were from Edo state and I think all the boys were Ibo because they were speaking more of Ibo lan
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