Friday, 29 February 2008


Some few years back, a young couple and their 6months old baby returned back from America to live in Nigeria.
The husband was a medical doctor whilst the wife was a trained accountant. They decided to employ a houseboy called Friday.
Friday was given everything he wanted and spoilt silly by the very nice and generous husband and wife.
The Mrs hardly ever left home except when she needs to pop to the shops with the driver to buy some few household items. Friday was always left with the baby
Thus the baby grew to know his face with that of her parents; it got to the stage whereby the baby preferred Friday’s Company to that of her parents.
All these were assumed to be because she was always with Friday most of the time.
One day the baby fell ill and was taken to the hospital where she was diagnosed with an unknown infection she was 11months old then. So severe was this infection
But she was eventually cured.
One morning the wife needed to pop to the shop, on her way she realised she forgot her purse at home because she was in a hurry to meet her friend in the shopping mall. She decided that rather than driving inside her compound she asked the driver to stop outside while she runs into the house to quickly get her purse. The gateman opened the gate for madam.
She got upstairs took her purse shut the door and was about going downstairs when I guess her motherly instincts told her to stop and look at her child, she almost didn’t because she just did some couple of Minutes before. She looked into her daughter’s room and ALAS!!! She saw the house boy with his back turned against her and her daughter in front of him sucking on his manhood. YUCK!!!!!
Instincts was to rush up and grab her baby off him but she decided to step out of the house, rushed downstairs, got into the car and asked her driver to blast the car horn and drive into the compound.
She walked in got upstairs and the houseboy did open the door for her because he heard the car horn. She rushed to her chid and held her but the baby wanted not her but Friday.
She did not let Friday near her child. She told her husband what happened. Both couple decided Friday was much needed as a help in their house but that the baby should never be left alone with him. The Husband now realised where the baby’s previous infection came from. They both pretended nothing happened and never asked him about the incident or told anyone.
A week later Friday was rushed to the husband’s hospital where he was treated upon but eventually died. He was buried and some few months later the couple decided to move back to America.
Hmmmm!!! Now tell me who killed Friday the houseboy?
(1) Was it the couple?
(2) Were they justified to kill him?
(3) Would you have done the same?

See you guys again on Monday. Wish you all a wonderful weekend.

Victoria Osho

Thursday, 28 February 2008


Paedophilia is a paraphilia that involves an abnormal interest in children. It is said that Paedophilia is caused by paraphilia which is a disorder that is characterized by recurrent intense sexual urges and sexually arousing fantasies generally involving: nonhuman objects; animals, or children, or other nonconsenting persons; the suffering or humiliation of oneself or one's partner
I must say paedophiles are one of the sickest group of people in the world. They look at kids and they passion and desire to have sexual intercourse with them is so high they will go any length to be with kids.
A recent case was about a nanny who had a little baby sexually abused by her boyfriend and she recorded it on her phone. They were both jailed but unbelievable the jail term was less than 10yrs for both of them. This happened in the United Kingdom, however in America paedophiles are given a longer jail term because of the stricter rule of law.
In my own court they all deserve to die and not rot in jail. The abused kids are messed up, some of them die, some of them are never the same again. A young boy of 4yrs was sodomized by a man of 45yrs. (Sodomy is when penetration take place anally. Just like gays have sex)
Can you imagine such a man needs to be dead, not just jailed and fed with the tax payers money whilst in prison. Imagine an adult man sexually abusing a 6month old girl what does he deserve but ROT IN HELL.
I hate paedophiles and what they stand for, the pain they cause families and individuals and how innocent people's lives are destroyed by this sick set of Bastards. A friend once said if his child is ever abused he will kill the paedophile and then face the hang man’s noose, rather than live life with the fact that his child has been defiled by a bloody fucked up lunatic.
Also some of this sick fools peddle child pornography on the internet where kids as young as 4months old are sexually abused by their sicko parents, relatives, friends of family etc. Some of these kids are sold into child slavery for sex reasons; some are kidnapped from their families. These sickos go all the way to satisfy they sick urge to see videos, pictures and actually participate in these shit on the internet.
Below are some links on some very disturbing paedophile stories. You need to read and have a mental image or idea of what the victim’s and their families go through. And most of these men/ women (peadohiles) are amazingly parents, government workers, teachers, policemen and everyday people we think live a normal life but in reality live a perverted life.
I will not be glamorising my blog with pictures of them Bastards but u can see them on the below links. Read the links below to see how Megan Kanka became Megan’s Law in the US and how Sarah Payne became Sarah's Law in the UK.

Victoria T. Osho

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

The Woman And Her Baby

Some few years back on my way on holiday I checked in at the airport only to realise I had forgotten something at my friend’s apartment in Marwa Gardens
After checking in I decided to ask the driver to take me there and pick up my forgotten item.
On the way just after descending the local airport bridge we made a left after just beside the General Hospital and headed towards Ikeja Bustop then they was traffic and
I saw an image that will never leave my memory and might haunt me to my grave.
They sat this woman with a few days old baby (baby was too small to have been up to 2weeks old) This is not an uncommon sight in Nigeria but what I saw afterwards as so made me look at life in a very different way.
The woman had one of her breast out of her cloth and it was soaking with blood and had (I can’t say now) But it was the most disturbing picture I have ever seen in my life.
I wept inside me and just as I was about to tell the driver to stop the traffic subsided and the car edged forward.
I was determined to stop on my way back not to give her money but to take her to the hospital and pay for them to look after her and the baby she was holding. On our way back because of the heavy traffic the driver took a different way and I missed the opportunity to ever render help to her.
When I got to my holiday destination I called my mum who I know is a philanthropist and very compassionate just like myself to go and look for the woman and take her to the hospital.
My mum got there but she was no where to be found. She must have moved base.
The most annoying thing about the whole episode is the fact that she was sitting not more than 2mins walk to the general hospital, in a strategic location in a wealthy area
And not one person stopped in their big cars, or came down from their big mansions in GRA Ikeja Or even a Doctor, nurse, medical Director who has no option but to pass through this woman in very obvious pain, discomfort and very glaring need of medical attention.
I pray daily to God to make me an instrument of his piece to I can touch people’s life one way or the other. I can’t stop to think of this woman and her child every now and again. Questions like what happened to her, was she rescued, is she still alive, is her baby living or dead? All this questions and so many more have been left unanswered
And will be till the end of time.

Monday, 25 February 2008


Hi all,
This is a long one today and like I promised I was going to publish Dele Momodu's Memo in Thisday newspaper and the response he got from a fellow Nigerian. I have decided to change the name of my friend who replied Mr Momodu for personal reasons best known to me. This is very much interesting. Hang On and enjoy the ride.

To Hell with ProtocolPendulum By Dele Momodu,
02.01.2008I love Nigerians. Our ways are just too unique. We have the greatest praise singers on earth. Not since the time of the griots of the ancient Mali Empire have we seen the likes of sycophants we find in our dear country. How can one ever forget the abobaku of the old Oyo Empire who was fed at the expense of the state to accompany the king on his journey to heaven, and had to be buried alive with the king. The last abobaku in recent history actually chickened out of his responsibility and became the subject of many plays including Wole Soyinkas masterpiece, Death and the Kings Horseman.The modern day abobaku are the protocol officers we find around our men and women of power today. They are unbelievably efficient, and I saw them in action last week Saturday, at the funeral rites for Pa Lawrence Ebele Jonathan, the father of Nigeria s Vice President, Dr Goodluck Jonathan, in Otuoke village, Ogbia Local Government Area of Bayelsa State. The lucky father had chosen the best time and the right place to die. Or what better time to die than when one of your many children had miraculously become the Vice President of Africas biggest nation? And what better place to die than inside the presidential villa in Abuja ? From the minute Pa Ebele died, he had become a celebrity corpse, though we never heard of him before then. His funeral was guaranteed to attract the high and mighty and the movers and shakers of our society, who would never have dreamt of ever driving to that dusty village, nor risked being held hostage in that volatile region. As a publisher of celebrity events, I was determined to witness this rare event first hand, and flew in from Accra where our footballers were already fumbling, and failed to encourage us to stay back to watch what should have been a dazzling game. So off to Port Harcourt I went, and promptly checked into my hotel. In the evening, I made contact with the Governor of Rivers State and he was graceful to have invited me over to his house that late evening. It was our first meeting since God catapulted him to that special position, and was very delighted to see that power has not changed our simple friend.In the course of our chat, Governor Rotimi Amaechi had asked how I was planning to get to the Vice Presidents village in the morning and I told him Ill be going by road, and he told me he could get me on one of the helicopters already lined up for some of the celebrity guests. I was very delighted and left for my hotel. The journey was very scary because of the fear of hostage takers but there were so many soldiers on the road to safeguard lives and properties.I woke up early and drove with my Port Harcourt Bureau Chief, David Iyofor, to the government lodge, where I discovered there were several governors and government functionaries, including Professor Isa Yuguda of Bauchi State , and Bayo Alao Akala of Oyo State on ground. They were joined by Princess Adenrele Adeniran Ogunsanya who represented Governor Babatunde Fashola of Lagos State , and was warmly received by Rotimi Amaechi. We had our breakfast with the Governor and left for the Air Force Base. I was impressed to see that Rotimi Amaechi did not terrorize his city with too much security and protocol. He simply entered his jeep and drove off with a few security aides and other VIPs, and his reasonable convoy readily meandered through the traffic without kicking the citizens around.At the Air Force Base, Wale Babalakin, the lawyer and businessman, soon landed with his propeller jet. Not long after, Nigeria s senate president, David Mark also landed on a presidential jet. He was accompanied by his best friend, Brigadier-General Tunde Ogbeha, as well as former Governor Saminu Turaki, now a senator, Dr Andy Uba, and Dr Iyabo Obasanjo-Bello and a few others. The senate president left immediately on the helicopter with Ogbeha and Uba but there was no space for Iyabo who was later rescued by Amaechi and put on our own helicopter. The Governor showed himself as a perfect host and gentleman despite the way he was victimized by the Obasanjo government.When we landed in the village, we all had to trek to the main venue of the ceremonies and we noticed the over-militarization of the whole village which reminded us instantly that we were standing in one of the most dangerous zones on earth. Believe me, there were soldiers and anti-riot police everywhere, fully armed to the teeth, as the cliché goes. Some were even dressed like Ninja, in the action-packed movies, with the full faces covered. Even Lagbaja would have bowed at the great effort that went into the masked soldiers. The guns and daggers were mercilessly intimidating. The security guys did not leave anything to chance. There were soldiers on many boats patrolling the waters, and I learnt the Navy played a crucial role, just as there was cover from the skyFor me the climax was when the security aides and protocol officers of the governors decided to test their boxing dexterity on one another by exchanging fearsome blows and tearing at each others throat, all in the name of trying to secure front row seats for their powerful bosses, and it was practically impossible to have every governor sit in front. The overzealous agents did not even respect the fact that the Cross River governor, Liyel Imoke was already seated as well as the First Lady of Lagos State, Mrs Abimbola Fashola, who could have been hit in the fisticuff. Also near-by was the Vice President whose presence alone ought to have driven the fear of God into these irritants.They almost marred the events and many of the guests had to leave the vicinity for the fear of accidental discharge. By and large, the event went well as more and more guests poured in from everywhere to pay homage to one of the current godfathers of Nigerian politics. As we drove out of the village and went back to Port Harcourt by road, it became very evident why the Niger Delta is not likely to witness any enduring peace in the near future. The Niger Delta is a wasteland, the habitat of the most bitter and inconsolable human beings who live amidst so much wealth but have nothing to show for it.The roads are ugly. The houses look as dry as stockfish. Most of the people appeared drained of quality life. I doubt if all the palliatives being offered by government can assuage the deep-rooted bitterness of the people of the region. It is very hard to imagine the terrible conditions they live in. It is virtually impossible not to be a militant under such outlandish existence. The issue certainly is not about how much money is pumped in that direction but the genuine will of their new leaders to work hard on improving the living conditions of their people. The prodigality of the past irresponsible leaders must be avoided. Driving from Bayelsa to Rivers State convinced any unbelieving Thomas that most of our leaders are Godless, insensitive, greedy, tasteless, shameless, extremely selfish, and acutely wicked.All the roads looked ancient, in a place where one expected to see super highways of ten lanes, modern bridges, fast trains, trendy housing estates for the ordinary people, modern boats linking the communities, beautiful schools for the kids and such goodies of life. All you see are signs of all manner of useless contracts hastily packaged and cruelly executed by soulless human vampires who have shamelessly raped the land of their birth. The roads are without drains. The whole place portrayed a typical John Conrads Heart of Darkness. This was hell on earth. Everywhere was dirty. The people must have given up and have chosen to live as squalid a life as possible. Or how does one explain the hopelessness of the situation.It is worse than I ever imagined. I still marvel at how a young man called Donald Duke got the idea for Tinapa, and how he mustered the courage to execute it. I dont care if he borrowed too much money for the project or whether he and his wife Onari helped themselves with some of the money. They have demonstrated that great things can happen here, that we can build our own Dubai , or Hong Kong, or Sun City, out of the many sprawling cities in Nigeria . Many of our brilliant youths are involved in building and developing the many futuristic cities and monuments around the world. A Nigerian designed the Stratford Station in London , which is rated one of the greatest architectural masterpieces in Europe . How come we cant replicate this feat in our dear country? Why is Lagos in total darkness, a city that should ordinarily be the New York of Africa? As your plane descends into Murtala Mohammed International Airport , you instantly see a city in total chaos. The airport itself is fast deteriorating. Two days ago, I was in transit from London to Accra and was ashamed at how many times the lights went off at the airport, and the conveyor belt failed to work. About two weeks ago our huge A3 printer disappeared without a trace till today at the same airport, and without anyone being able to tell us when and where it was last seen or handled. Our tarmacs still look extremely antiquated, and only God is watching over us.If I had any hope that Nigeria will witness a drastic improvement soon, it evaporated last week. I only pray our leaders will feel challenged by their place in history and do what is right. God bless Nigeria .Thank you

And The Reply He Got

THIS IS MY LITTLE RESPONSE TO MR> MOMODU. Publisher of the Ovation magazine
Na so e bi now. I beg my people; I have something to say to Dele Momodu, the author of this article. As a matter of fact, as I am writing this email, I don vex, I am going to tell Mr. Momodu what I think. Stay tuned folks.
Ok, I go vex later according to my friend Dele Akinseye.
On a more serious note guys, in as much as I applaud Mr. Dele Momodu for writing this article about his experience going to the V.P. later fathers funeral in wherever that place is that he mentioned, and really I give him all the accolade. But one point I like to make and I will appreciate everybody to think about this for a second.
The problem I have with Mr. Momodu is that this is the founder and publisher of the Ovation magazine published in London I believe. We all know now what Ovation platform is and the content of Mr. Momodu's magazine. I am not sure whether Mr. Dele Momodu understand how contradictory his story and opinion is on the ill and the desperate situation in the Niger delta. Mr. Momodu, if you don't understand, let me tell you the power you have to change mindset and the body politic in Nigeria.
You sir, have a magazine like Ovation that is distributed around the world, with I guess a lot of subscribers. I have never in the few times, I have seen it, I emphasize seen, because there is "NO CONTENT" for me to read other than look at pictures. I have never seen pictures of the desperate people of the Niger Delta living conditions as you describe them in your article. All your magazine shows are the glamour and how rich and wasteful Nigerians are. You sir have never or maybe I don't read your magazine enough, seen you dedicate one page to the plight of this our fellow Nigerians.
Your magazine is a total description of what is wrong with Nigeria today. These same asshole that are causing all this problems in the Niger Delta are the same idiots that you sir rode with on private helicopter. These are the same stupid motherfu..... who are causing all the miseries our people are suffering. You have the nerve to talk about Protocol officers and security. How they were pushing folks around. What nonsense. Please Mr. Momodu, please address via your magazine some more substantial issues facing the country. Like poverty, the neglect of the handicap people all over the street of Lagos, the young boys and girls that wait around parties to pick up the left-over from tables of the privileged. I mean common Dele, How can you not understand the power you have to make a change. Don't you get it men? I really don't know what to say to you as a concerned Nigeria. I don't know about our audience in this email chain, I would like to say once again, that I applaud you for at least recognizing the suffering that the Niger Delta folks are going through, but what are you going to do about it with the platform you have (OVATION) You can make tremendous different by giving the whole world a clear picture of what is going on down there. Go down there and take a few pictures and let the world see what the gluttonous Oil companies and the Nigerian government have done to these people. Give the issue a boost by dedicating maybe a page or two to the issue of the Niger delta. Go down there and take a picture of how all the pollution have kill the vegetation and the folks can’t farm any more. Take a picture of how most of the wild-life has disappeared. Give us a picture of how the pollution from the Oil companies have killed most of the water animals and the people of the Niger delta region can no longer depend on their primary livelihood fishing.
Oga Momodu, let me stop before I take my applause I gave you earlier back for recognizing and writing this article.
No vex ooo. I don't have any problem with capitalism and you trying to make a living by taking glamorous pictures of the rich and famous, Sir that is your prerogative, but lets keep it real. Put your money where your mouth is. Do something that the good people of Nigerian will forever remember you for.

I rest my case.
Mr XXY Washington DC,USA.

Friday, 22 February 2008


Their fishing community once stood on the other side of a small inlet, where fuel storage tanks the size of cathedral domes now loom, and where the superstructure of a liquefied natural gas plant juts higher than any tree in the forest. The people can’t support they families anymore, the roads are dirty and the houses dusty.No electricity the least that can be done, but this people get nothing.Engineers are employed from outside the country (expatriates).
A Nigerian man who has a degree in Petrochemical Engineering from Rivers State University was told he can’t work as an engineer but can work as a labourer on the oil fields.
Imagine what our people has been reduced to?
It’s very Simple militants kidnapping people and the whole madness spreading daily.We have hungry looking guerrillas ready to kill and kidnap anyone that they feel can make them be heard by the government or the Oil companies.
Tomorrow I will update you on the recent burial of the Vice president’s father. And what a reputable internationally known journalist wrote about the state of the Niger Delta. And of cause a reply to that memo by a friend of mine who felt a reply was needed for such.
It’s Explosive. Watch this space
Personally I will say Nigeria is a better place without OIL.
Victoria T Osho

Thursday, 21 February 2008


My heart bleeds when I look at the after effect of War it is always never a pleasant one.
War is created by men. Men are the architect of war.
War is violent armed combat between differing peoples (religion, political ideals, or territorial needs or demands, and race). When and how war originated is a highly controversial topic. Some believe war has always existed.
The factors leading to war are often complicated and are not completely understood. In War Before Civilization, Lawrence H. Keeley, a professor at the University of Illinois, calculates that approximately 90-95% of known societies engaged in at least occasional warfare, and many fought constantly. A war may begin following an official declaration of war but undeclared wars are common.
We not to stop war and make peace. Here are some gory and sick pictures of the effect of war.
Lets make love not war.

Victoria. T. Osho

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Life & Death

What is life? Life has got value when you are still alive. Because once you are dead you loose life.I have seen people die in front of me and it amazes me how one minute they are chatting, talking, planningAnd the next minute they are dead.I was in Nigeria recently and on my way out of a Lagos we realised a slow traffic was beginning to build up and when our carGot there
I realised they were 3 to 4 people carrying a dead man who was hit by a car all most immediately.
Probably some few seconds before we got there.His lifeless body was hanging with arms and limps lifeless he was being carried like a slaughtered goat to the other side of theRoad. They was no site of the car that hit him otherwise trust Nigerians they would have made a beehive of both the car and the driver that is if he is not lynched by the crowd.
I looked at his blood stained eyes and realised he is dead yes Very dead. He had no chance of survival and would never return to his family.And I hope he has a form of ID on him otherwise his family might not be notified and might even still keep looking for him.The other instance was my trip before the last to Lagos.
This also occurred on my way from Ibadan this truck with vegetables that must have been 5 mins ahead of us Crashed and all I could hear was a man crying beside a dead man saying Sule, Sule, Sule. Thus making me conclude the dead man’s name was Sule.
As long as I live I will never forget the look of terror in his face, neither will I ever forget the blood stained face of the man who was killed by the hit and run car.And definitely never the name called SuleGod help us. As long as we have life we have hope so let’s be happy and grateful to God.
CheersVictoria Temitope Osho