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How I Accidentally Killed A Doctor, Nollywood Actress, Ibinabo Speaks Up 12 Years After
In the very lengthy post, Ibinabo said she is not a killer and didn’t drive under the influence of alcohol on the unfortunate day of the accident.
Ms Ibinabo also revealed she was depressed and had suicidal thoughts but is currently receiving treatments.
This post was prompted by the backlash she got after she revealed she is interested in running for political office. Read what she wrote below
My dearest friends and followers, I greet you this blessed Friday. Most of you may have heard about my sad story of accident that caused the life of a beautiful and amazing human, Dr. Suraj Giwa. For 12 years, I have remained silent; internally mourning, grieving and praying that time would heal his family and mine. Through those years of my silence, stories were manufactured in the mainstream and social media about the accident. There were so many stories. My character was assassinated. I did not tell my story. Nobody heard from me, until now. Please take few moments to read the next posts as I share my story of what really happened and seek forgiveness, peace for both families. I finally got the courage to tell my story to Azuka Jebose. It was a burden lifted off my soul. As you read, please continue to pray for the soul of Late Giwa, his family and my family. Thank you for your supports and prayers. God bless you. May the soul of Dr. Suraj Giwa continue to be at peace. Amen
MY STORY
DEAR NIGERIA, I AM SORRY.” “ Dear Azuka,
I greet you. Thank you for allowing me to respond to your recent post here about my political ambition and the fatal accident of 2006. I need to tell my story. I stayed silent for so long and watched as my life, character and person were being ruined in published reports, including social media. This is my story, told for the first time on social media platform.
My heart has never stopped aching. It will not. An accident took the life of someone. I am forever in mourning because of this. Two families’ lives have been changed forever with this unfortunate fatal accident. It was an accident. Dr. Suraj Giwa didn’t have to die. I wished I could bring him back. I am sorry for the pains caused. I have also been maligned and disparaged in the media: I am a monster. I am a killer and a murderer, I am a drunk… No. Azuka. I am none of these.
I am just another human being that was in a deadly accident and the accident caused the death of Dr. Suraj Giwa.
It’s been 12 years of heartache, pain and depression for me. My eyes are rivers of tears.
Some days I feel like killing myself. Life has no meaning to me.
I think about Dr. Giwa every day. I pray for his soul and I pray and seek forgiveness from his family for the pain and agony. I am very sorry.
It didn’t have to happen. I wished I knew it would happen that unfortunate day, I would not have travelled that road. I was not drunk that day.
Azuka, I was driving along Lekki road, returning home after picking up a friend’s daughter from a church Fellowship. Suddenly, a red car overtook the SUV in front of me. The SUV was travelling slowly, so I shifted to its front, too. The red vehicle was being driven by a young man and had his friends with him…I drove past the red car. I think that might have angered the young chap because he swiftly sped from behind, drove past me and made a sudden stop in my front.
I tried to avoid hitting those boys in the red car. I swerved and lost control in that moment, the impact dived my vehicle into inbound lane.. Dr. Giwa was inbound, thus he drove into my car and both cars collided. I collapsed and passed out.. Three days later, I WOKE UP IN A HOSPITAL bed to learn what had happened. I was weak, sore and in pains. I could not move my legs. I had been sedated for three days. Doctors said they had to sedate me to numb my pain. Meanwhile, the police had been informed that I was in that hospital. The Lagos State Police came to the hospital to take my statement of what happened. After I gave them my statement, I was arrested at the hospital and charged to court.
At my court appearance for hearing, the judge noticed how sick, weak, incoherent an disoriented I was: he also saw my injuries. He ordered that I should be sent back to the hospital for further treatment until I was well enough to stand trial. I could not walk then.
Later at the hospital, I woke up from coma and to reality. I was afraid and shocked. I could not believe I was involved in an accident that had taken a life. I was like: Wow!..Someone died in that accident. Oh my God!. I didn’t know the family. While I was in the hospital my family contacted the family of Late dr. Giwa who died in the accident. My family was there for the funeral and did everything during the mourning season. I was afraid. But I met them in court and tried to approach them. I understood the anger and pain I had caused them, so I accepted their anger toward me….his sister was really angry at me… I wanted to talk to her… it was hard for me to get close to her… I understood all these: the pain and distress they felt as a result of the accident. I felt their pain. I wanted to tell them how sorry and remorseful I was… It was an accident. I did not intend to wake up that morning, went out and had a fatal collision.
Weeks later, I was arraigned. I attended all my court appearances. During the process I visited the family and attempted several times to make peace. I never ignored them. I am always sorry. I know the pain is tough, so I understood their anger but I kept begging. I am sorry.
I did not intend to wake up that morning, went out and had a fatal collision.
Weeks later, I was arraigned. I attended all my court appearances. During the process I visited the family and attempted several times to make peace. I never ignored them. I am always sorry. I know the pain is tough, so I understood their anger but I kept begging. I am sorry. I had gone to so many good people and friends to assist me in pleading for forgiveness from the family. One of such friends is late Iyalode of Lagos. She assisted me in begging the Giwa family: when I became well and able to walk, she took me to The former Imam of Lagos and the Present Oba of Lagos: these traditional and religious leaders begged on my behalf, pleading with the family for forgiveness and showed how sorry and remorseful I was that the accident happened. I never ran away from the scene of the accident.
I was unconscious.
How could an unconscious accident victim remove plate license and registration papers from the vehicle as reported in the media? Why would I do a thing like that? How could I have done a thing like that?
I became a monster in the eyes of everyone. So I thought suicide was the best option to end all these and find peace for my family and Dr. Giwa’s family. I lost myself.
I was no longer Ibinabo.
I didn’t know who I was.
I became a stranger to myself and my family, afraid of life and living, scarred by and scared of human beings.
I withdrew and became clinically depressed.
I could not take care of my children. I was dying.
Azuka, I was dying. Life had no meaning to me. I became a lonely zombie: a mother that could not care for her children, distressed, disturbed and severely depressed.
I was sent to Kirikiri female Prison. I wanted to die there. I accepted to end it.
But one preacher came to the prison and preached to us. It was like he was talking to me. During his sermon, I fainted… I was revived by prisoners that attended the service. When I woke up, I was soaked in water and the prisoners gathered around me… I asked what happened and they told me I had Passed out during the service.. That opened my eyes. I asked myself then: Ibinabo, do you really want to die?. I said no. I must turn my life to purpose driven, to rescue the weak and helped those that society had turned against.. I held onto God. I told Him it was up to Him. I didn’t want to see any lawyer again, I had no money. My family bailed me out after three months and three days…. I came out to pursue the appeal…
I was living my simple life…I engaged in works with youths in my village. I enjoy spending time in my town. They know me there. They love me there… I was on my way to a funeral when my lawyer called me.. Earlier the previous day, I called to inform him I would be out of town and hoped the appeal date would not be scheduled while I was out of town.
He said no. I told him I didn’t want the court to think I jumped bail… He called me on my way to the funeral, the next day and said the court date was actually that morning. I had to hurry back to court.
I lost the appeal. I was shocked.
My lawyer did not understand what was going on. That day, I was taken back to Kirikiri maximum security prison… that was 2016…
While at Kirikiri, I discovered I had a lump in my breast. I had to do surgery… when I was released, I went to the village so that I would not breakdown and collapse into depression again…
Yes I want to serve my people.. I want to be positive and impact people’s lives. And yes, Azuka, I remember that this sad situation is still here…
I do not know who else to talk to…
I do not know what else to do. I need help…
The family sued me for N200Million in a civil case…
Where will I get that money from?. So we have been negotiating to see where we can get to, so I can begin making payment by installment.
We have agreed to settle out of court… we are not there yet. It’s a process… Though I have appealed this case to the Supreme Court, what is important to me now is making peace with the family: that is more important because it will heal me… his family and I would have peace.
Azuka I am not a bad person. I do not know what else to do. People think I am a murderer. I am not. I am not. Azuka, free me….Free me… It was an unfortunate accident. I didn’t do it intentionally. That’s all I have been begging…
I have begged…I do not know what to do…I am truly sorry it happened…
I am not running for any political office. My people wanted me. A group of youths from my place asked me to run for office, I said no. They went and printed poster and placed it on social media. So I endorsed it.
Eventually, I must live. I have to do things to my fulfillment, to what God wants me to do; to be able to help youths help people generally… Life in Okrika is not easy… I need to help the youths believe in themselves… they are aching.. In my region, simple things of life are a struggle to get. I need to change their mindset that there is alternative way to Life… I have become a seeker of peace for my people… Life hasn’t been a bed of roses… But I must deal with this issue. I seek forgiveness from the family and peace of mind. I need to find closure and peace.… I am not a killer… I care too much… I am a caring person. I put myself in the shoes of Giwa’s family and I can understand their pains. I am very sorry for the loss of life of Dr. Giwa. I am. I am not arrogant.
I never, ever said to his family that I would not offer public apology.
I was offered to do a public service announcement across country with regards to Driving While Impaired. I said if I did that, it then meant I accepted I was drunk when I drove my car. I wasn’t drunk. I would do anything but that. I wasn’t drunk… they assumed because I owned a night club in the past, so I must be an alcoholic.
This is exactly the truth. It’s not fair to admit that I was drunk.
The police did not arrest me for drunk driving.. The court never charged me with drunk driving.. There were reckless and dangerous driving charges.
Those were what I was charged by the court…. I was not charged with manslaughter.
Not murder…
My pains through the years include: Bouts of depression Attempted suicide I Had surgeries in my breast to remove lumps. I cannot do a lot. This unfortunate experience has affected my job prospects. I am unemployable I have stopped acting for a while. I just do charity works.. I am not flamboyant.. Dear Nigeria, I am sorry. I will forever regret what happened.
Giwa was a father, husband and son. He was the sole and soul provider of his family. I feel terrible he died during an accident which I was involved. I feel really bad. I am sorry. I need prayers. Please pray for me and the soul of Giwa and his family.
I know I have found God through this experience. But I still need help. I am receiving therapy for my depression and suicidal thoughts… I am able to share these with you.. I am healing… one moment at a time..I am not a killer. I am not a murderer. I am not an alcoholic. I did not drive while intoxicated. I was involved in an accident that resulted in death and for that I am very sorry. I have had periods of feeling miserable in the last 12years as a result of this accident. I need to find peace. I seek forgiveness. I am sorry… Thank you” ** As told to Azuka Jebose
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Royal Rivalry Reloaded? Alaafin~Ooni “WAR” Tests History, LAW and Yoruba UNITY
Royal Rivalry Reloaded? Alaafin~Ooni “WAR” Tests History, LAW and Yoruba UNITY.
By George Omagbemi Sylvester | SaharaWeeklyNG.com
There is a rumble in Yorubaland again. Headlines scream of a “ROYAL WAR” between two of the most storied thrones in West Africa (the Alaafin of Oyo and the Ooni of Ife) after the Ooni of Ife reportedly conferred the Yoruba-wide chieftaincy title Okanlomo of Yorubaland on an Ibadan industrialist, Chief Dotun Sanusi. In response, the newly crowned Alaafin of Oyo, Oba Abimbola Akeem Owoade I, issued a 48-hour ultimatum demanding the title be revoked, arguing that only the Alaafin can grant distinctions that purport to cover all Yorubaland.
Before we turn emotion into enmity, let’s interrogate facts, history and law.
What actually happened?
Between 18–21 August 2025, multiple reputable outlets reported a sharp exchange. The Alaafin, through his media office, asserted that the Ooni had overstepped his authority and cited a Supreme Court position (which he vowed to publish) as backing for the claim that Yoruba-wide titles fall under the Alaafin’s exclusive remit. The Ooni’s camp has publicly downplayed talk of a supremacy battle, while civic and cultural voices urged calm.
This is not happening in a vacuum. The Alaafin’s stool has only recently stabilized: Oba Owoade received his staff of office in January 2025 and was crowned on April 5, 2025, after a rancorous succession interregnum. The Ooni, Oba Adeyeye Enitan Ogunwusi, Ojaja II, has been on the throne since 2015 and is globally visible as a cultural symbol.
The long shadow of history.
The Ooni of Ife and the Alaafin of Oyo embody two different but intertwined strands of Yoruba civilization:
Ile-Ife is the spiritual cradle; the site of origin in Yoruba cosmogony and the fountain of sacral authority. Historians from Samuel Johnson to modern scholars consistently frame Ife as the primordial center of Yoruba identity. (Johnson’s classic History of the Yorubas remains foundational.)
Oyo, particularly from the 16th to 19th centuries, was the political-military juggernaut of the western Sudan, a cavalry empire studied by historians such as Robin Law. The Alaafin became synonymous with statecraft, external relations and the adjudication of inter-polity protocols.
Those parallel lineages bred periodic rivalry over status and scope, compounded by colonial-era re-engineering of “TRADITIONAL COUNCILS” and post-1991 state creation (when Osun State was carved from Oyo, relocating Ife to a different administrative orbit). The effect: jurisdictional fog where customary breadth meets modern legal borders—exactly the fault line today’s dispute treads.
Unity is not a myth; there was a reset.
It would be historically dishonest to paint the relationship as perpetual warfare. In January 2016, just weeks after his coronation, Ooni Ogunwusi paid a historic visit to the late Alaafin Lamidi Adeyemi III in Oyo (the first by an Ooni since 1937) in what was widely celebrated as the breaking of a “79-year jinx.” The Ooni declared then: “My mission here is to preach peace among nations of Yoruba both home and abroad.” The Alaafin publicly reciprocated, calling for unity. The symbolism was not cheap theatre; it energized a season of rapprochement.
That 2016 reset is a vital baseline: Yoruba unity is possible when egos bow to heritage.
The law: who can bestow “Yorubaland” titles?
The Alaafin’s media office now cites a Supreme Court pronouncement allegedly limiting Yoruba-wide titles to the Oyo monarchy and confining the Ooni’s writ to his local jurisdictions in Osun State. As of press time, independent legal texts and the specific judgment have not been exhibited publicly, though the Alaafin has hinted at publishing the ruling. Conversely, some commentary questions any absolute reading that one throne “EXCLUSIVELY” controls pan-Yoruba dignities. In short: claims exist on both sides; the documentary proof is awaited. Facts (not folklore) must decide.
Two things can be true at once:
Customary memory often accords the Alaafin a coordinating role in Yoruba-wide protocols; and
The Ooni’s primacy as Arole Oduduwa (heir and standard-bearer of the progenitor) carries trans-local spiritual cachet that many communities recognize.
Only a clear, cited court judgment or a negotiated inter-throne compact can settle the overlap where sacred preeminence meets political hegemony.
Why this “royal war” framing is dangerous.
The language of “WAR” is gasoline on dry grass. Yorubaland faces REAL-WORLD CHALLENGES, SECURITY DEFICITS, YOUTH UNEMPLOYMENT, CULTURAL EROSION. Turning a title dispute into a civilizational crack-up is elite negligence. As Aare Gani Adams (Aare Ona Kakanfo of Yorubaland) cautioned amid this flare-up, the region “can’t afford to be divided.” Leadership requires de-escalation, not victory laps.
From a governance perspective, supremacy theatre distracts from institution-building: codifying jurisdiction, harmonizing chieftaincy protocols and safeguarding cultural diplomacy that brings investment, tourism and respect. From a historical perspective, it trivializes centuries of statecraft and spirituality by reducing them to soundbites.
The path out: six concrete steps.
Publish the Judgment: If there is a determinative Supreme Court ruling, release it; full text, citation, ratio decidendi. Let lawyers and historians test it in daylight. Ambiguity breeds rumor.
Set Up a Royal Protocols Commission: A joint Alaafin–Ooni panel with eminent historians (e.g., Yoruba studies scholars), jurists and culture custodians; should draft a Memorandum on Pan-Yoruba Titles: definitions, limits, consultative triggers and recognition guidelines.
Adopt Mutual Notification: Any proposed. Yorubaland-wide title by either palace should trigger a formal prior-notice and no-objection window for the other.
Historicize, Don’t Weaponize: Commission a scholarly white paper (drawing on Johnson’s History of the Yorubas and modern research on Oyo/Ifẹ̀) to map ancient precedence to contemporary practice, so that tradition informs law, not vice versa.
Speak Once, Calmly: Designate one spokesperson per palace. Mixed messaging feeds social-media gladiators and lowers the stature of both stools.
Stage a Public Re-Embrace: Replicate 2016; a joint public appearance, a short communique using the Ooni’s own 2016 register of “PEACE” and the late Alaafin’s “UNITY” language. Symbols matter.
Intellectual weight: what the scholars teach.
On Ife’s sacral primacy: Nineteenth-century chronicler Samuel Johnson framed Ile-Ife as the cradle of Yoruba civilization, a point echoed across modern Yoruba studies. This does not mechanically translate into administrative supremacy but explains why Ife’s voice carries across sub-ethnic lines.
On Oyo’s political centrality: Histories of the Oyo Empire emphasize its institutional sophistication (checks on royal power, provincial administration and diplomatic precedence) factors that created expectations of arbiter-like roles for the Alaafin.
Takeaway: Spiritual primacy and political centrality are not mutually exclusive; they are complementary pillars. Mature civilizations build mechanisms to let both breathe.
Fact-check corner (so no stone is left unturned)
Did the Ooni confer a Yoruba-wide title on Chief Dotun Sanusi in August 2025?
Yes—credible outlets reported the Ooni conferred Okanlomo of Yorubaland on Sanusi, prompting the Alaafin’s ultimatum.
Is there a published Supreme Court judgment giving the Alaafin exclusive rights over Yoruba-wide titles?
Not yet publicly exhibited. The Alaafin has referenced such a ruling and indicated an intention to publish it; until it is produced and scrutinized, this remains an assertion rather than a verified legal constraint.
Are the thrones historically locked in permanent enmity?
No. The 2016 reconciliation was a watershed (first Ooni visit since 1937) with explicit peace rhetoric from both sides.
Who occupies the thrones today?
Ooni: Oba Adeyeye Enitan Ogunwusi (since 2015). Alaafin: Oba Abimbola Akeem Owoade I (staff of office January 2025; crowned April 5, 2025).
Yorubaland’s greatness was never built on “WINNER-TAKES-ALL” posturing. It was built on the hard weave of sacred legitimacy and statecraft capacity; Ife and Oyo in dynamic tension, not destructive rivalry. The 2016 embrace proved that dignity does not diminish by sharing space. It expands.
Today, the adult thing (the royal thing) is simple: produce the judgment, codify shared protocols and re-enact that embrace. There is more honor in co-guarding a heritage than in “OWNING” it. Royalty is not a megaphone; it is a mirror. Let it reflect the best of the Yoruba nation.
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Why Babangida’s Hilltop Home Became Nigeria’s Political “Mecca”
Why Babangida’s Hilltop Home Became Nigeria’s Political “Mecca”.
By George Omagbemi Sylvester | Published by SaharaWeeklyNG.com
Former President Goodluck Jonathan’s birthday visit to Gen. Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida (IBB) in Minna (where he hailed the octogenarian as a patriotic leader committed to national unity) was more than a courtesy call. It was a reminder of a peculiar constant in Nigerian politics: the steady pilgrimage of power-seekers, bridge-builders and crisis-managers to the Hilltop mansion. Jonathan’s own words captured it bluntly: IBB’s residence “is like a Mecca of sorts” because of the former military president’s enduring relevance and perceived nation-first posture.
Babangida turned 84 on 17 August 2025. That alone invites reflection on a career that has shaped Nigeria’s political architecture for four decades; admired by some for audacious statecraft, condemned by others for controversies that still shadow the republic. Born on 17 August 1941 in Minna, he ruled as military president from 1985 to 1993, presiding over transformative and turbulent chapters: the relocation of the national capital to Abuja in 1991; the creation of political institutions for a long, complex transition; economic liberalisation that cut both ways; and the fateful annulment of the 12 June 1993 election. Each of these choices helps explain why the Hilltop remains a magnet for Nigerians who need counsel, cover or calibration.
A house built on influence; why the visits never stop.

Let’s start with the obvious: access. Nigeria’s political class prizes proximity to the men and women who can open doors, soften opposition, broker peace and read the hidden currents. In that calculus, IBB’s network is unmatched. He cultivated a reputation for “political engineering,” the reason the press christened him “Maradona” (for deft dribbling through complexity) and “Evil Genius” (for the strategic cunning his critics decried). Whether one embraces or rejects those labels, they reflect a reality: Babangida is still the place where many politicians go to test ideas, seek endorsements or secure introductions. Even the mainstream press has described him as a consultant of sorts to desperate or ambitious politicians, an uncomfortable description that nevertheless underlines his gravitational pull.
Though it isn’t only political tact that draws visitors; it’s statecraft with lasting fingerprints. Moving the seat of government from Lagos to Abuja in December 1991 was not a cosmetic relocation, it re-centred the federation and signaled a symbolic neutrality in a country fractured by regional suspicion. Abuja’s founding logic (GEOGRAPHIC CENTRALITY and ETHNIC NEUTRALITY) continues to stabilise the national imagination. This is part of the reason many leaders, across party lines, still defer to IBB: he didn’t just rule; he rearranged the map of power.
Then there’s the regional dimension. Under his watch, Nigeria led the creation and deployment of ECOMOG in 1990 to staunch Liberia’s bloody civil war, a bold move that announced Abuja as a regional security anchor. The intervention was imperfect, contested and costly, but it helped define West Africa’s collective security posture and Nigeria’s leadership brand. When neighboring states now face crises, the memory of that precedent still echoes in diplomatic corridors and Babangida’s counsel retains currency among those who remember how decisions were made.
Jonathan’s praise and the unity argument.
Jonathan’s tribute (stressing Babangida’s non-sectional outlook and commitment to unity) goes to the heart of the Hilltop mystique. For a multi-ethnic federation straining under distrust, figures who can speak across divides are prized. Jonathan’s point wasn’t nostalgia; it was a live assessment of a man many still call when Nigeria’s seams fray. That’s why the parade to Minna continues: the anxious, the ambitious and the statesmanlike alike seek an elder who can convene rivals and cool temperatures.
The unresolved shadow: June 12 and the ethics of influence.

No honest appraisal can skip the hardest chapter: the annulment of the 12 June 1993 election (judged widely as free and fair) was a rupture that delegitimised the transition and scarred Nigeria’s democratic journey. Political scientist Larry Diamond has repeatedly identified June 12 as a prime example of how authoritarian reversals corrode democratic legitimacy and public trust. His larger warning (“few developments are more destructive to the legitimacy of new democracies than blatant and pervasive political corruption”) captures the moral crater that followed the annulment and the years of drift that ensued. Those wounds are part of the Babangida legacy too and they complicate the reverence that a steady stream of visitors displays.
Max Siollun, a leading historian of Nigeria’s military era, has observed (provocatively) that the military’s “greatest contribution” to democracy may have been to rule “long and badly enough” that Nigerians lost appetite for soldiers in power. It’s a stinging line, yet it helps explain the paradox of IBB’s status: the same system he personified taught Nigeria costly lessons that hardened its democratic reflexes. Today’s generation visits the Hilltop not to revive militarism but to harvest hard-won insights about managing a fragile federation.
What sustains the pilgrimage.
1) Institutional memory: Nigeria’s politics often suffers amnesia. Babangida offers a living archive of security crises navigated, regional diplomacy attempted, volatile markets tempered and power-sharing experiments designed. Whether one applauds or condemns specific choices, the muscle memory of governing a complex federation is rare and urgently sought.
2) Convening power: In a season of polarisation, the ability to sit warring factions in the same room is not small capital. Babangida’s imprimatur remains a safe invitation card few refuse it, fewer ignore it. That convening power explains why movements, parties and would-be presidents keep filing up the long driveway. Recent delegations have explicitly cast their courtesy calls in the language of unity, loyalty and patriotism ahead of pivotal elections.
3) Signals to the base: Visiting Minna telegraphs seriousness to party structures and funders. It says: “I have sought counsel where history meets experience.” In Nigeria’s coded political theatre, that signal still matters. Outlets have reported for years that many aspirants treat the Hilltop as an obligatory stop an unflattering reality, perhaps, but a revealing one.
4) The man and the myth: The mansion itself, with its opulence and aura, has become a set piece in Nigeria’s story of power, admired by some, resented by others, but always discussed. The myth feeds the pilgrimage; the pilgrimage feeds the myth.
The balance sheet at 84.
To treat Babangida solely as a sage is to forget the costs of his era; to treat him only as a villain is to ignore the architecture that still holds parts of Nigeria together. Abuja’s relocation stands as a stabilising bet that paid off. ECOMOG, for all its flaws, seeded a habit of regional responsibility. Conversely, June 12 remains a national cautionary tale about elite manipulation, civilian marginalisation and the brittleness of transitions managed from above. These are not contradictory truths; they are the double helix of Babangida’s place in Nigerian memory.
Jonathan’s homage tried to distill the better angel of IBB’s record: MENTORSHIP, BRIDGE-BUILDING and a POSTURE that (at least in his telling) RESISTS SECTIONAL ISM. “That is why today, his house is like a Mecca of sorts,” he said, praying that the GENERAL continues to “mentor the younger ones.” Whether one agrees with the full sentiment, it accurately describes the lived politics of Nigeria today: Minna remains a checkpoint on the road to relevance.
The scholar’s verdict and a citizen’s challenge.
If Diamond warns about legitimacy and Siollun warns about the perils of soldier-politics, what should Nigerians demand from the Hilltop effect? Three things.
First, use influence to open space, not close it. Counsel should tilt toward rules, institutions and credible elections not kingmaking for its own sake. The lesson of 1993 is that subverting a valid vote haunts a nation for decades.
Second, mentor for unity, but insist on accountability. Unity cannot be a euphemism for silence. A truly patriotic elder statesman sets a high bar for conduct and condemns the shortcuts that tempt new actors in old ways. Diamond’s admonition on corruption is not an abstraction; it’s a roadmap for rebuilding trust.
Third, convert nostalgia into institutional memory. If Babangida’s house is a classroom, then Nigeria should capture, publish and debate its lessons in the open: on peace operations (what worked, what failed), on capital relocation (how to plan at scale), and on transitions (how not to repeat 1993). Only then does the pilgrimage serve the republic rather than personalities.
At 84, Ibrahim Babangida remains a paradox that Nigeria cannot ignore: a man whose legacy straddles NATION-BUILDING and NATION-BRUISING, whose doors remain open to those seeking power and those seeking peace. Jonathan’s visit (and his striking “Mecca” metaphor) reveals a simple, stubborn fact: in a country still searching for steady hands, the Hilltop’s shadow is long. The task before Nigeria is to ensure that the shadow points toward a brighter constitutional daybreak, where influence is finally subordinated to institutions and where mentorship hardens into norms that no single mansion can monopolise. That is the only pilgrimage worth making.
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Ajadi Celebrates Juju Legend Femolancaster’s 50th Birthday in the UK
Ajadi Celebrates Juju Legend Femolancaster’s 50th Birthday in the UK
Nigerian Juju music legend, Otunba Femi Fadipe, popularly known as FemoLancaster, is being celebrated today in London as he clocks 50 years of age.
Ambassador Olufemi Ajadi Oguntoyinbo, a frontline politician and businessman, led tributes to the Ilesa-born maestro, describing him as a timeless cultural icon whose artistry has enriched both Nigeria and the world.
“FemoLancaster is not just a musician, he is a legend,” Ambassador Ajadi said in his birthday message. “For decades, his classical Juju sound has remained a reminder of the beauty of Yoruba heritage. Today, as he turns 50, I celebrate a cultural ambassador whose music bridges generations and continents.”
While FemoLancaster is highly dominant in Oyo State and across the South-West, his craft has also taken him beyond Nigeria’s borders.
FemoLancaster’s illustrious career has seen him thrill audiences across Nigeria and beyond, with performances in the United Kingdom, Canada, United States of America, and other parts of the world. His dedication to Juju music has projected Yoruba traditional sounds to international stages, keeping alive the legacy of icons like King Sunny Ade and Chief Ebenezer Obey while infusing fresh energy for younger audiences
He further stressed the significance of honoring artistes who have remained faithful to indigenous music while taking it global. “In an era where modern sounds often overshadow tradition, FemoLancaster stands as a beacon of continuity and resilience. He has carried Yoruba Juju music into the global space with dignity, passion, and excellence,” he added.

The golden jubilee celebration in London has drawn fans, friends, and colleagues, who all describe FemoLancaster as a gifted artist whose contributions over decades have earned him a revered place in the pantheon of Nigerian music legends.
“As FemoLancaster marks this milestone,” Ajadi concluded, “I wish him many more years of good health, wisdom, and global recognition. May his music continue to echo across generations and continents.”
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