The Osun state police command has said that singer Davido was the target of an attack on the convoy of Osun State governor, Ademola Adeleke, on Wednesday, August 19.

Security escorts of the governor engaged some unidentified men in a gun duel during the governor’s visit to the palace of the Ataoja of Osogbo shortly after receiving his certificate of return from the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC).

Davido and the governor’s children were in his convoy when the attack occurred.

Pandemonium broke after the unknown gunmen began shooting sporadically at the convoy while the governor’s security detail returned fire.

Confirming the incident, the spokesperson of the police command, Abiodun Ojelabi, said preliminary investigation revealed that members of Eye Confraternity were after Davido.

“One Adebayo Taoreed, popularly known as “Small Rugged”, an ex convict, a suspected notorious thug and a member of eye confraternity allegedly attempted to gain access to Davido but was resisted by members of his security Team.

The ensuing confrontation reportedly attracted other suspected gang members in the vicinity, who temporarily blocked the entrance to the palace and obstructed the movement of the convoy of the Governor.”

Ojelabi said a 60-year-old man identified as Tajudeen Yusuf was shot dead during the gun duel.

“Shortly afterwards, the suspected gang members reportedly departed the vicinity and, however on their way, they allegedly shot Tajudeen Yusuf at Itaolokan area of Osogbo.

Upon receiving the information, the police immediately mobilised a patrol team to the scene, where the victim was found lying in a pool of blood. He was promptly rushed to the University Teaching Hospital, Osogbo, for medical attention. Unfortunately, he was pronounced dead by the doctors on duty.

The Command has commenced a full-scale investigation into the incident and intensified efforts to identify, apprehend and bring the fleeing suspects to justice.’’

Part 3: The Letters Addressed to No One

June visited Elias twice more over the following two weeks, each time bringing a few more letters, watching him read decades of her grandmother's life with a tenderness that felt like witnessing love outlast everything meant to end it.

On her third visit, Elias reached for something tucked beneath his own chair a small wooden box, worn with age, that he'd apparently kept close since her first visit.

"I have something too," he said, opening it carefully. Inside were photographs, a few faded letters of his own, and a ring, simple and old-fashioned, clearly never worn. "I bought this the week before we were separated. I always meant to give it to her. I carried it every year on our anniversary, just like she apparently wrote her letters. Different rituals, same reason."

June felt her throat tighten, the weight of two people separately grieving the same lost love for six decades settling heavy in the small sitting room.

"I have a grandson," Elias said suddenly, watching her carefully. "Daniel. He handles most of my affairs these days visits every Thursday, brings me books, humors an old man's stories. I think... I think he'd like to meet you. Not for any strange reason," he added quickly, seeing her expression. "Just he's heard your grandmother's name in my stories his whole life, without ever knowing the full truth. I think it might mean something to him, meeting the person who finally brought her back to me, even now."

June smiled, moved by the request despite the mild surprise of it. "I'd like that. I think my grandmother would like that too knowing this didn't end with just an old man and a shoebox of letters. That it actually reached forward, somehow."

Daniel arrived the following Thursday, exactly as Elias promised, and June recognized immediately the same careful, patient kindness in him that she'd come to associate with his grandfather over the past few weeks.

"My grandfather's told me about your grandmother my entire life," Daniel said, settling into the chair beside her, warmth and curiosity in his expression. "I never knew the whole story until you showed up with that shoebox. Thank you for that. I think it's given him more peace in the last two weeks than I've seen from him in years."

"It's given me something too," June admitted. "I lost my grandmother not knowing this entire chapter of her life existed. Finding it, and finding your grandfather still here to receive it it's made her feel closer, somehow, instead of further away."

They talked for nearly an hour, easily, the conversation drifting from their grandparents' story to their own lives, both of them a little surprised by how naturally the connection unfolded, as if something set into motion sixty years ago had quietly, patiently been waiting for exactly this moment to finish arriving.

"Can I ask you something forward?" Daniel said as the visit wound down. "Would you want to get coffee sometime? Not because of them, necessarily though I won't pretend that's not part of it. Just because I think I'd like to know you outside of a shoebox full of unsent letters."

June smiled, feeling something warm settle into place, the particular, quiet magic of watching one story's ending become another story's beginning.

"I'd like that," she said. "I think it's about time somebody in this story got to send their letter instead of just writing it."

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Part 2: The Letters Addressed to No One

June spent the next week piecing together what little information the letters contained a last name, Voss, and a mention of a small coastal town where Elias had apparently settled after the war. It wasn't much, but it was enough to start.

A few phone calls to local records offices, a genealogy website, and two dead ends later, she found him Elias Voss, ninety-three years old, living in a modest assisted living facility three hours from her grandmother's house. Still alive. Still, according to the woman who answered the phone, sharp enough to hold a conversation, though his hearing wasn't what it used to be.

June didn't call ahead a second time. Some things, she decided, needed to be said in person.

She arrived at the facility on a gray Tuesday afternoon, shoebox of letters clutched to her chest like evidence, heart pounding with a nervousness that felt disproportionate for someone about to deliver a stranger's sixty-year-old secret.

The staff led her to a small sitting room, where an elderly man sat by the window, staring out at a garden with the particular stillness of someone who'd spent a lifetime learning patience.

"Mr. Voss?" June said gently. "My name is June. I think... I think you might have known my grandmother. Rosalind Hartley."

Something shifted in his expression immediately recognition, disbelief, decades of careful composure cracking all at once. "Rosalind," he said, the name clearly unused but not forgotten. "You have her eyes. I'd know them anywhere."

June sat across from him, setting the shoebox gently on the table between them. "She passed away three weeks ago. I found these in her attic. I think... I think they were meant for you."

Elias's hands trembled as he lifted the lid, recognizing his own name written in decades of familiar handwriting, tears welling before he'd even read a single word.

"She wrote to me," he whispered. "All these years, and she wrote to me anyway, even though she never sent a single one."

"Every September," June confirmed softly. "For nearly forty years."

Elias picked up the earliest letter, hands shaking, reading in silence for several long minutes while June waited, giving him the privacy the moment deserved. When he finally looked up, his eyes were wet, but something like peace had settled into his expression alongside the grief.

"We were separated during the war," he said quietly, as if explaining to himself as much as to June. "A mix-up with letters mine to her were intercepted, hers to me lost in transit. By the time either of us learned the truth, we'd both already believed the other had stopped writing, stopped caring. I married someone else eventually. So did she, I assume, from what you're telling me. I always wondered if she thought of me. I never dared hope she thought of me this much."

"She never stopped," June said, throat tight. "Her last letter the one from two months before she passed she'd just found out you were still alive. She wanted someone to find you. To tell you she never stopped loving you, not for one September in sixty years."

Elias closed his eyes, a single tear slipping free, sixty years of quiet longing finally reaching the person it was always meant for, even if decades too late for anything but grief and gratitude.

"Thank you," he said finally, voice rough. "For finding me. For giving me this, even now. Even like this."

June reached over, resting her hand gently over his on top of the shoebox. "She'd be so glad you know. I think that's the only ending she really wanted not to be forgiven for never sending them. Just to be heard, eventually, by the one person they were always meant for."

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The Letters Addressed to No One

June found the shoebox while clearing out her late grandmother's attic dozens of unsent letters, each one addressed simply To the One I Never Told, spanning nearly forty years of handwriting that grew shakier with each passing decade.

She almost didn't open them. They felt too private, too sacred to intrude on. But her grandmother had been gone three weeks, and June was desperate for any piece of her that felt like more than a eulogy, so she sat on the dusty attic floor and began to read.

The letters told a story her grandmother had never once mentioned in eighty-one years of life a man named Elias, met during the war, loved fiercely and briefly before circumstances neither letter fully explained tore them apart. Every year, on the same date in September, her grandmother had written him a letter she never sent, updating him on a life he'd never know she'd lived marriage to someone else, children, grandchildren, grief, joy, the ordinary architecture of eighty-one years, narrated faithfully to a man who might not have even known she still thought of him at all.

The final letter, dated just two months before her grandmother's *****, was different from the rest. Shorter. More urgent.

I found out today that you're still alive, Elias. Sixty years, and I never knew. I don't have the courage left to reach out myself I'm too old, too afraid of what I might disturb in both our lives. But if anyone ever finds these letters after I'm gone, please, find him. Tell him I never stopped loving him, not for one single September in sixty years. Tell him I'm sorry it took me this long to be brave.

June sat in the dusty attic, letter shaking slightly in her hands, and made a decision before she'd even fully processed the weight of it.

She was going to find Elias.

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The host asked a woman what she does, what her career is and the woman said she does OF.

All the men bursted they're balloons Immediately, I laughed. I must find that episode and watch it. I keep postponing.

And what are those men afraid of? Some men marry women that do OF. I saw one Nigerian man marry a woman that does OF last year.

In 2024, I saw another man marry a woman that does OF too. Despite all the dragging online the man didn't care and she married very young.

The funny thing is that the girl is a dancer, very successful. She even danced for Rema's music video and performed in Rema'a concert.

So I'm wondering, isn't dancing enough? Must she add OF to it? Didn't dancing pay enough?

She just keeps flashing in my mind sometimes, other times I forget. She's so beautiful. I've watched some of her OF content online.

Some people posted it for free. Them don stop sto de post am. Na only old ones de. *sigh*

Make I just make money first, I will subscribe to her OF content every month 🤔

And as for me, I'm not marrying any girl that does OF, no!!

Btw, if you know any woman that does OF, especially Nigerian, new ones that came out this year tell me they're names.

Let me write it and keep somewhere. When time reach I'll sit down and watch all of them. 🤔🤩

I know like 3 but those ones started since. I'm looking for new, fresh ones 👍🏼.

The viltrumites believe in control and conquering other weaker planets. They live in space. They like f*ghting and causing wars.

While this is a sci fi series, The part to apply in real life is that you have to be strong in mentality, mindset. You need to have a tough mindset in undesirable situations.

 In life the ones with the toughest mindsets survive, the ones that keep trying despite all odds, despite uncertainty.

In the series, the viltrumites are very relentless, they keep pushing despite how tough a situation is, they make sure they must achieve it. Apply this strategy in real life. 🤔

Which interesting series or movie did you watch and what did you learn from it? Let me hear it in the comments section 👇🏼

I even had to sleep early last night. Normally I sleep late and wake up late because of this holiday.

Former Miss South Africa contestant and Miss Universe Nigeria 2024 winner, Chidimma Adetshina, said she has been treated unfairly and targeted in South Africa, following the postponement of her legal case challenging her potential deportation and detention.

Speaking to journalists after the Cape Town Regional Court postponed the case, she reminded the public that she was born in the country.

The former beauty queen said she remained confident in the South African judicial system and would continue to pursue the matter through legal channels.

“Firstly, I would like to say that I am grateful that I once again have been able to get an opportunity to have my faith in our courts, and I remind everyone that I was born in South Africa,” she said.

“I have applied through the proper legal channels to have my status and citizenship determined. I believe that I have been treated unfairly and targeted and there has been an attempt to make me an example, but my message is not going to be one out of anger.

“South Africa is government by the rule of law and we should not allow xenophobia and misinformation to determine how people are going to be treated.

“We should all be guided by the spirit of Ubuntu. Throughout this ordeal, I have availed myself through all appropriate legal resource and I will continue to respect and abide by each process.”

The Cape Town Regional Court ruled that it cannot make a decision to confirm her detention pending the case at the Western Cape High Court.

The matter has been postponed to February 2027.

The comedian posted a screenshot of the troll’s comment and replied; “me too”

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Veteran actor Jide Kosoko has explained why efforts to take ailing actor Taiwo Hassan, popularly known as Ogogo, to different locations for spiritual treatment have not been possible.

In a statement, Kosoko appreciated fans, colleagues and well-wishers for their prayers, financial support and offers of medical and spiritual assistance.

He said the family had received hundreds of offers from people who believe they could help Ogogo, but moving him from the hospital at this stage of his treatment would be extremely difficult.

According to him, more than 300 and even over 500 people have offered to assist, making it difficult to determine where Ogogo could be taken while ensuring he continues receiving proper care at the hospital.

Kosoko urged people not to feel offended if the family is unable to bring Ogogo to them, stressing that their inability to do so does not mean they doubt the intentions of those offering help.

He also appealed to everyone to continue praying for the actor and supporting the family as they remain hopeful for his recovery.

“We believe strongly that, with your prayers, our prayers, and the mercy of Almighty God, Taye will come out of this situation successfully,” he said.