They will say na today? "since I was born I have been hearing that, even since the time of our fore fathers.

But let me ask you how old are you? Did you think you have lived (5) seconds in the sight of God?. Even our grand father's some of them didn't live up to a minute, or two before they kick bucket.

Oh you say why? Go search the Bible or Google it, a thousand years is like a day in the sight of God; live right good night!.

The Airport Road and Lugbe area of Abuja are currently flooded following the heavy downpour witnessed in the FCT today September 1.

The flood on the highway has led to heavy traffic.

This flooding incident comes barely two weeks after the FCT also witnessed one. T

As part of measures to stop the flooding, the FCT Minister, Nyesom Wike, has begun the demolition of houses said to have been constructed on water channels in the FCT.

Part 2: The Antiquarian Who Restored Forbidden Books

Marlowe arrived within fifteen minutes, badge already out, expression tight with the particular urgency of someone revisiting a case he'd never fully let go of.

"Show me everything," he said, and Cressida walked him through each restored page, the damning entries about the 1847 land transfer, the growing paranoia, the abruptly torn-out final pages.

"He was building a case against the Ashfords," Marlowe said, jaw tight. "Systematically. This is exactly the kind of methodical documentation Voss was known for. If he genuinely found proof the family's original land claim was forged, that undermines the legal foundation of nearly everything they've built since the estate, the trust funds, generations of inherited wealth."

"That's a significant motive for murder," Cressida said quietly.

"It is," Marlowe agreed. "Though motive alone never got us anywhere eighteen months ago. We need to find those missing pages, or the physical evidence Voss referenced the actual forged survey document."

"He said he was hiding it somewhere 'they'll never" Cressida read again from her photographs, frustrated by the abrupt cutoff. "I need to find out where he meant."

They spent the following days retracing Voss's final weeks his university office, his rented apartment, his regular haunts at the local archive where he'd apparently discovered the original evidence. Most leads produced nothing; eighteen months of dust and disinterest had erased whatever trail once existed.

It was Cressida, examining Voss's university office records more carefully, who noticed something odd — a single library withdrawal slip, dated the day before his disappearance, for a rare book completely unrelated to his usual historical research: an obscure work on cryptography and hidden ciphers.

"Why would a land-fraud historian suddenly need a book on codes?" she asked Marlowe.

His eyes widened with sudden understanding. "Because he was hiding something in plain sight. Somewhere he assumed only someone who truly understood his work could properly decode."

They returned to the journal immediately, examining every remaining entry with fresh, deliberate attention not simply for content, but for pattern. Cressida, trained by a decade of restoration work to notice details others missed, found it eventually: certain letters throughout the journal subtly underlined, so faint they'd been entirely invisible without proper magnification.

Strung together carefully, the underlined letters spelled a location.

University archive, sub-basement, restricted collection, box 47.

"That's my own building," Cressida breathed, stunned. "He hid it in my own archive, in a restricted section I have access to but rarely visit."

Marlowe was already moving toward the door. "Then let's find out exactly what Professor Voss was so desperate to protect."

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The Antiquarian Who Restored Forbidden Books

The box arrived with no return address, no postmark Cressida could trace, just her name written in shaky, water-stained ink across the top. Ten years restoring rare manuscripts at the university, and she'd never once received anything like it.

Inside: a journal, swollen and warped from water damage, its leather cover stained dark in patches that looked disturbingly like old blood. A single note lay folded on top.

Someone needs to know what's inside before it's too late.

She almost called security immediately. Instead, curiosity won the particular, dangerous curiosity that had made her exceptional at her job and reckless in her personal life in equal measure.

The journal belonged to Professor Adrian Voss. She recognized the name instantly the historian who'd vanished eighteen months ago without a trace, his disappearance splashed across local news for two frantic weeks before quietly sliding into the drawer of unsolved cases nobody talks about anymore.

Working late into the night under her restoration lamp, painstakingly separating pages fused together by water and time, Cressida began to understand why someone might have wanted this journal to disappear along with its owner.

They know I found the deed. Ashford's grandfather forged the original survey I have proof now, not just suspicion. I need to be careful who I tell.

Someone followed me from the archive again today. I'm no longer certain that's paranoia.

If anything happens to me, look at the 1847 land transfer. Everything traces back to that single, buried lie.

The final legible entry, dated the night before he vanished, was barely more than a scrawled fragment, ink smeared as though written in a hurry, or in fear:

I know what they'll do if they find this first. I'm hiding it somewhere they'll never

The sentence cut off entirely. The remaining pages were gone not damaged, not decayed. Deliberately, cleanly torn out.

Cressida sat back in her chair, pulse hammering, the restoration lamp's harsh light suddenly feeling far too exposing for a room she'd always considered safe.

She photographed every page before calling anyone, an instinct she couldn't quite explain but trusted completely. Then she dialed Detective Marlowe Reyes the name still listed on Voss's original, long-cold case file.

"I think I know why Professor Voss disappeared," she said, voice steadier than she felt. "And I think whoever's responsible might already know this journal has resurfaced."

There was a pause on the line, then Marlowe's voice, suddenly fully alert. "Don't leave your building. I'm coming to you right now."

Cressida glanced toward her office window, the campus outside deceptively quiet under streetlight glow, and felt, for the first time in ten careful years of handling other people's dangerous secrets, genuinely and completely afraid.

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Part 4 (Final): The Jeweler Who Sold Stolen Time

Inaya stared at Ondine, the weight of her extraordinary claim settling slowly, uncomfortably into place. "You're asking me to help you continue harvesting time from unsuspecting victims."

"I'm asking you to help me find a considerably more ethical solution," Ondine corrected gently. "I confess, centuries of solitary responsibility have led me toward increasingly questionable methods. I've grown weary of the moral compromise, Detective, though the barrier's necessity remains undeniable regardless."

"What kind of solution?" Inaya asked cautiously.

"Willing donors," Ondine said simply. "Those genuinely prepared to offer remaining time voluntarily, rather than having it harvested through deception and premature *****. There exist considerably more ethical methods, Detective, if approached properly rather than through desperate, isolated shortcuts."

Inaya considered the proposition seriously, torn between professional duty and growing, inexplicable belief in Ondine's extraordinary account. "Why me specifically? Surely there are others considerably more equipped to assist with something this significant."

Ondine studied her carefully, something searching in her ancient, silver gaze. "Because you pursued truth relentlessly, Detective, despite considerable evidence suggesting rational dismissal would prove far easier. That particular quality genuine commitment to truth regardless of personal comfort proves remarkably rare, even across centuries of careful observation."

Inaya felt something shift within her chest, professional skepticism slowly giving way to genuine, unexpected consideration. "If I help you, what happens to the murders already committed? Whitfield, and the others?"

"Those cannot be undone," Ondine admitted honestly. "Though I promise, Detective, considerably more ethical methods moving forward, should you choose to help me establish them properly."

Inaya weighed the enormous decision carefully, recognizing the strange, significant crossroads she'd unexpectedly arrived at. "I'll need considerable proof," she said finally. "Beyond simply your word, however genuine it currently seems."

"Fair enough," Ondine said, something like relief evident in her expression. "Come with me, Detective. I'll show you precisely what's at stake, and precisely why maintaining this barrier, however difficult the methods required, remains genuinely, critically necessary."

Over the following weeks, Ondine revealed considerable evidence supporting her extraordinary claims glimpses of the ancient barrier itself, evidence of catastrophic consequences narrowly avoided through centuries of careful maintenance. Inaya found herself, gradually and against every rational instinct, genuinely believing Ondine's account completely.

"I'll help you," she said finally, weeks into her extraordinary, secret investigation. "Though only through legitimate methods, moving forward. No more deception, no more premature deaths."

Ondine's expression filled with genuine, profound gratitude. "Thank you, Detective. I confess, I've grown rather weary of centuries spent entirely alone with this burden."

Their partnership developed steadily over the following months, Inaya helping establish genuine, voluntary donor networks while maintaining her official detective work carefully, discreetly separate from her extraordinary secondary responsibility. Their working relationship gradually deepened into something considerably more personal, genuine affection building steadily between two women who'd found unexpected, meaningful partnership through the most extraordinary circumstances imaginable.

"I never anticipated finding genuine companionship again," Ondine admitted one evening, nearly a year into their unusual, developing relationship. "Centuries of solitary responsibility rather effectively convinced me genuine connection remained permanently beyond reach."

"I'm rather glad I proved that assumption incorrect," Inaya said, smiling warmly, reaching for Ondine's hand with genuine affection.

As their partnership both professional and increasingly personal continued deepening, Inaya understood profoundly that sometimes the most extraordinary truths led not just toward justice and ethical resolution, but also toward genuine, unexpected love, discovered through courage enough to properly investigate mysteries far beyond conventional understanding.

THE END ⌚⏳💛✨

A taxi driver who killed a man on the A23 in Surrey after driving for prolonged periods has been jailed for six years.

Kolawole Erunkulu fell asleep at the wheel shortly before 6.30am on Sunday, 17 August, causing his Audi to swerve across the carriageway in Merstham before crashing into a Volkswagen parked at the side of the road.

The Volkswagen was being driven by Philip Dray, who was k!lled in the collision.

Footage recorded by a camera inside Erunkulu’s vehicle captured the moment he fell asleep while driving. Data obtained from his employers also showed that he had driven for around 53 hours during the three days before the fatal crash.

Erunkulu was charged with causing de@th by dangerous driving in March 2026 and pleaded guilty at court in June.

At Guildford Crown Court, he was sentenced to six years in prison for causing de@th by dangerous driving. He was also disqualified from driving for eight years, to run concurrently with his prison sentence.

The court heard how Erunkulu’s prolonged driving and lack of rest preceded the fatal collision, which claimed the life of Mr Dray.

Credit:@LBC

An airport taxi driver has sparked reactions after calling for ride-hailing platforms Uber and Bolt to be banned in Nigeria.

Speaking in a video, the driver, who said he previously worked for Bolt but now works with the Federal Airports Authority of Nigeria (FAAN) Taxi, argued that ride-hailing fares are unfair to drivers.

According to him, the prices offered by Uber and Bolt often do not reflect the rising cost of fuel and other expenses.

He gave an example of a ₦6,000 trip from the airport, claiming that after fuel costs and deductions from the ride-hailing companies, very little is left for the driver.

“I feel like the ban of Bolt and Uber at the airport is long overdue. I think they should be banned in Nigeria,” he said.

The driver also praised the FAAN Taxi system, saying its plans for drivers are better structured.

He explained that airport taxi drivers typically pick up passengers from the airport without immediately taking another passenger on their return journey.

He further claimed that the FAAN Taxi service has stricter requirements regarding the condition and age of vehicles compared to ride-hailing platforms.

Credit: @arisenewsofficial

A serial bum sniffer has been arrested again after he tried to sniff women's backsides again, police said.

Registered s£x offender Calese Crowder, 39, was arrested twice in the space of a month last year for harassing women in California, USA.

And back in 2021, he was filmed crouching down behind a woman and apparently sniffing her bum in a disturbing clip which went viral.

He claimed he was "tying his shoe".

Later, he was seen carrying out a similar act on another woman in the book shop.

On Friday afternoon, August 28, Glendale police were called to an incident involving a suspicious man allegedly trying to sniff customers in a grocery store on Glenoaks Boulevard. There were also calls from a nearby clothing shop following similar reports.

Following a review of surveillance footage, police identified Crowder as a suspect and he was subsequently arrested for allegedly breaching his parole conditions.

He will remain in custody until his hearing.

The Lagos State Government has warned husbands against forcing their wives into having s#x without their consent, stating that such conduct could attract life imprisonment under the state’s criminal laws.

The Director of Public Prosecutions (DPP), Lagos State Ministry of Justice, Dr. Babajide Martins, gave the warning while speaking at the commencement of the Lagos State Domestic and Sexu@l V!olence Awareness Month.

Responding to a question on whether a married woman can sue her husband for r@pe for having s%x with her without consent, Martins explained that while Nigerian law does not recognise marital r@pe, the Lagos State Criminal Law provides for the offence of sexu@l ass@ult by penetration, which carries a maximum sentence of life imprisonment.

He said that a husband who forcefully has sexu@l intercourse with his wife after she has withheld consent could be prosecuted under that provision.

“Any man that feels because he paid his wife’s dowry, nobody can challenge him for domestic violence, the wife should report such a man to the Domestic and Sexu@l Violence Agency,” he said.

Martins further explained that the law distinguishes between rape and sexu@l assault by penetration in the context of marriage.

“Under Lagos State criminal law, a man cannot be accused of r@ping his wife if they are together and are in good terms. However, once there is an issue between them and the wife refuses to have s#x with him, the husband cannot force her. If the husband forces her and the wife reports him, we will not charge him for r@pe but for sexual ass@ult by penetration, and the punishment is life imprisonment’’ he said

The DPP urged women experiencing any form of domestic or sexu@l v!olence to report such incidents to the Domestic and Sexual Violence Agency for appropriate legal action.

Welcome to September! 

A new month means new customers, new opportunities, and new chances to grow your business. As long as you’re looking to earn more, collect 9JC seamlessly, or reach more customers.

This month, don’t just keep business running, look for every opportunity to grow, sell more, and take your business to the next level. 

Here’s to a September filled with more customers, more sales, and bigger business wins! 

HAPPY NEW MONTH

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