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A Story of Betrayal, Àfọ̀njá.

A story of betrayal -  'How the Fulani's  betrayed Afonja, the Are-Ona-Kakanfo of Yoruba land to conquer Ilorin. Pic 1 : Shehu Alimi Ilorin was a Yoruba town which was originally used as a military outpost by the Alaafin, the  supreme ruler of the old Oyo empire (Oyo-Ile). At the period of creation, Ilorin was administered by Afonja, the sixth Are-Ona-Kakanfo of the Oyo army. Pic 2 : Àfònjá It was from this outpost that Afonja carried out military duty's for the then Alaafin named Aole, also called Arogangan (translated as the mean one). Aole reigned between 1789 and 1796. It was during this period that Shehu Alimi, a Fulani cleric, arrived Ilorin with some of his tribesmen and were all welcomed and hosted by Afonja. Pic 3: Alaafin Aole After a while, conflict broke out between Alaafin Aole and  Afonja. Alaafin Aole ordered Afonja to attack a town named Iwere-Ile which to Afonja was a suicidal mission. He adamantly refused because a curs

Oyingbo

Oyingbo, our dear environ, Full of buildings made of wood, Joined together to form a shelter, For hustler who work with swagger. Our nights are slept with one eye, In fear of burning fire, That destroy our houses, Till it's out, we have no choice. Dreaming, we dare not witness, Whether sweet or bitter, We can not specify, So as to secure our earned right. Street is full of big brothers, Who rob civilians with guns nd cutlass. They tend to beg after being caught, In the name of un employment. Lagos, my beloved state, Always happy to hear d phrase. "Born and bread in Lagos", Like it's a 1credit course. Clubs, bars, beach we do attend, To relieve stress at weekend, With our family, friends and knights, Most especially on Friday nights. Lagos carnival, you'll not dare to miss, With stars playing on cheese. The music we do rock, Like it's an exam mock. Ten -15yrs they become rascals. Our girls, who wanna be bizgirls, They abort and later go into comma.

HouseJob chronicles 13/07/20-13-06/21

House job, an 11 months slavery in disguise with a month of nursing wounds and injury. A bitter and as well experience - filled period garnished with some exciting moments. Life lessons are learned by the job, ensuring lives are saved and diseases are cured at the expense of your own health.  "From inability to let well alone; from too much zeal for the new and contempt for what is old; from putting knowledge before wisdom, science before art and cleverness before common sense; from treating patients as cases; and from making the cure of the disease more grievous than the endurance of the same, Good Lord, deliver us." - Sir Robert Hutchinson, It took seven months post medical school to secure a spot in the one year housemanship training, after applying to several hospitals. Fate of a 4th class citizen is to apply, vibes, inshaa Allah, rinse and repeat. When the son of nobody wants to become some body. It started on a soft spot with the paed