Jos Bomb blast Death Toll Reaches 118

LAGOS  (AFP) – At least 118 people were killed in a car bomb attack in the central Nigerian city of Jos, the country’s relief agency said on Tuesday, warning that the death toll could rise further.
“The exact figure of the dead bodies recovered as of now is 118,” Mohammed Abdulsalam, coordinator for the National Emergency Management Agency (NEMA) in the city, told AFP.
He added that “more bodies may be in the debris” of buildings which collapsed due to the intensity of the blasts.
Fifty-six people were injured in the twin blasts, said Abdulsalam. The military said that improvised explosive devices were hidden inside a truck and a minibus and went off within 20 minutes of each other.
Chris Olakpe, the police commissioner of Plateau state of which Jos is the capital, told reporters earlier that 46 people were killed and 45 others were injured.
He maintained later: “We are saying 46. That’s the number we have in the morgues. But we are not ruling out more bodies.”
Plateau state lies in the so-called Middle Belt of Nigeria, where the largely Christian south meets the mainly Muslim north, and has been the scene of long-standing ethnic and sectarian conflict for years.
It has also been hit by Boko Haram militants, who have been waging an insurgency in Nigeria’s northeast since 2009.

FOOD RECIPE!! Gbegiri Soup

I remember the day I saw a mixture of gbegiri/ewedu and stew for the first time, it was a pleasant sight to behold but I was wondering “what the heck is that’, that’s the way the Yorubas like to eat, they like a combination of soups/stew/ assorted meat plus eba or pounded yam.

Ingredients for making gbegiri soup

2 cups Beans (white or brown)
Potash
Onions (2 balls)
Pepper
Palm oil
Seasoning (knorr cube, salt etc)

Preparation

Step 1
Soak the beans in a bowl with water for about 20 minutes, wash and sieve out the back (leaving the white split cotyledons), then pour into a pot and start cooking with just water and about half teaspoon of powdered potash, the potash act as a catalyst, most people use potash to hasten the cooking process while others avoid it for health or personal reasons
Step 2
Cook for twenty to fifty minutes until it is very soft and ready for mashing. After that use a short strong neat broom to mash it till soft (there is often a broom kept for this purpose, the same that is used for ewedu soup). The reason for this is just to ground the already cooked beans to a seedless soft pudding.
There are different methods to making Yoruba foods, the gbegiri soup is not an exception. Some Yoruba uses a strong spoon and a plastic sifter for this purpose. They achieve the same end by pressing the soft seeds against the sieve with a spoon, it is that simple for most Yoruba foods. Set the mashed
beans apart in a clean bowl.
Step 3
At this point most people just transfer into a pot then add the onions, seasoning (knorr cube optional), pepper, salt, palm oil and allow it to steam for 10 minutes then a delicious pot of gbegiri soup is made, or you can follow step 3B
Step 3B
After following step 2 to a T, set your cooking pot on the burner, use about 10 to 15cl of palm oil, allow to heat then add sliced onions, mashed beans, pepper, other seasoning of choice (a cube knorr of maggi), iru (locust bean), salt to taste, allow to cook for five minutes and you just made a delicious pot of gbegiri soup, one of my favorite Yoruba soup
You can serve gbegiri with amala, fufu or eba.

Our first intriguing story: Sex, Drugs And Being An Agbero. 18+ Part 1

Opening my eyes was harder than it should be, but when I did, I heard voices. Both within and outside my head. I was in a tent like structure made of wood. The floor was clay and the roof was aluminium sheets. A Danfo bus was packed infront of me.
My mouth was dry and tongue heavy. I was lying on a piece of rag. The clothes I was in, I couldnt remember having. I didnt know where I was, then it dawned on me me......I didnt know who I was.

I sat up with a probing pain in my head telling me it was a bad idea. Then the voices got clearer, I was in a motor park. The people outside were screaming 'Abuja', 'okene', 'Auchi'...I passed out.
When I woke up, it was pretty dark. Some people sat beside me. While some were eating, others were smoking, a few had little bottles of gin with them. They seemed to ignore me as I looked at them. I had my eyes fixated at one in particular. He had ugly tribal marks and spoke really fast. They all seemed to listen to him as spoke.

I tried to talk but I couldnt. My throat hurt. My head was still hurting too, running my hands through my head I felt stitches and something that could have been a gash. Touching it hurt but it looked like the only link to my past. I guess it was really late because some of the guys around started leaving, others slept on benches and some on the floor. A couple of others entered d danfo dat I had seen earlier.

That was when she came in.
I didnt know who she was but I knew she was coming straight for me. She held a plate in her right hand and a satchet of water on her left. She was brown in complexion, with full bosoms and piercing eyes with heavily applied Tiro.
'Eat', she said gently like I was a kid. I had a million questions to ask her but I couldnt talk just yet. What came out of my mouth was incoherent. Even my goddam name would have been fine. Why cant she just say my name?
She noticed my pain as she placed her hand on d stitches on my head n caressed it.
'Please eat, you will say everything you want to later, we have more questions for you then you have for us', she said in Yoruba.
I freaking knew she was speaking yoruba, I could also perfectly understand her. That was d first clue I had of my past. I was a Yoruba boy or I have lived in yoruba land for a while. Secondly and a little troubling, I liked bosoms.
I woke up inbetween a guy on singlets, whose snores must have been the reason why I woke up, and the girl who had brought me food earlier. Across the tent were some other people sleeping on a piece of rag like we did.
I took a look at the guy on singlets, his slightly exposed mouth was almost crashing into my nose. He had bushy brows and a thin moustache. He looked handsome. I tried to remember how I looked but I couldnt. Then it occured to me that seeing my face might bring back memories. I stood up and it was surprisingly easy, I tiptoed so as not to wake all the people scattered around me. My aim was to get to the danfo and look at the mirror. Unfortunately its side mirrors were broken.
I decided against looking at the windows because of the people sleeping inside. The only other option was for me to step outside the tent.

Thou majority of the car park's populace were asleep. A few were awake. Sitting on car bonnets, smoking and listening to Fuji Music. As I walked down trying to ignore the glares! I saw the guy with the ugly tribal marks sitting by himself, I wanted to meet him and ask a couple of questions but decided against it. Instead I saw a Sienna car that had good mirrors and approached it.

I was shocked when I looked at my face. I didnt look like a yoruba boy. I noticed I was light skinned earlier but my face was moreso. I had light brown eyes, almost like an albinos. But I had black hair. So I wasnt an albino. I looked old enough to vote but too young to marry.
A group of igbo smokers were getting to were I was so I decided to go back to my tenth. When I passed by the tribal mark guy, he was asleep, but his phone was emmiting out religious yoruba music. The phone looked very big and loud, almost like a miniature Tv.

On getting to the tent, I realised that the singlet guy and the food lady were having a convo, he had shifted to my position and they didnt notice I was approaching. So I stopped and went through the other side of the danfo, beyond their eyes. I was hoping that by eaves dropping, I would hear some clues of who I was.

Food girl: what if somebody wakes up or just enters the tent, you know Alhaji has said no park boy should have sex here

Singlet boy: But I wanna have sex, Alhaji is in d hotel opposite us with two girls, because he can afford it. Baby you know this job requires renewal of the body every now and then

Food girl: so I am what?..a thing for renewal?

Singlet guy: No, you are my future wife na, as soon as I have a bus of my own. You know since that guy came, we have not been having regular sex o.

Hearing him refer to me, I got excited, expected her to say something that will trigger more info. I was disappointed.

Food girl: oya come , before you go and sleep with Bose again, saying its because of starvation.

As she said this, he smiled and watch her fold up her skirt to reveal white lace panties. I didnt expect that she would look that clean beneath. He hurriedly pulled down his sokoto to reveal a chelsea adorned boxers. As she pulled her panties, he was. alreading waiting to meet her.
I realised there was a swelling in my ugly looking trousers. Then she moaned as he penetrated her

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