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President Buhari Speaks On New Naira Crisis
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President Muhammadu Buhari on Sunday appealed for more patience from Nigerians over the crisis faced by Nigerians over the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) naira policy.

President Buhari on Sunday said he is aware of the hardship faced by Nigerians, adding that the policy is meant to improve Nigeria’s economy.

The President stated this in a video recording from Ethiopia where he attended the just-concluded African Union summit.

He said, “I am appealing to you to exercise further patience as we take appropriate measures to ease these hardships. God willing, there will be light at the end of the tunnel.”
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Naira Scarcity: Update On Naira Notes For Feb. 20, 2023 From CBN
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The details of the meeting between the National Chairman of the All Progressives Congress (APC), Abdullahi Adamu and governors elected on the platform of the ruling party has emerged.
Adamu on Sunday joined the governors to call on President Muhammadu Buhari to obey the Supreme Court order on Naira redesign policy.

The Supreme Court had temporarily restrained the Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN) and the Federal Government from banning the use of the old naira notes from February 10.

The apex court gave this ruling on an ex parte application filed by the governments of Kaduna, Kogi, and Zamfara.

President Buhari, however, in a nationwide broadcast directed the CBN to make available the old N200 notes for the next 60 days, which elapses on April 10.

APC Governors in their reaction to Buhari’s directives ordered that the old notes remains a legal tender in their states.
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Oji_Dickson
MY BROTHER IS A KLEPTO.
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Today marks it a year since I lost my only brother–Charles. I wouldn't have even remembered if not for Facebook that had to share the 1-year memory.

Charles my elder brother was attacked by some thugs, just a day before his matriculation, in school. It was heard that he stole a mobile phone that was charging peacefully at a corner, in the supermarket, at the school gate.

Right from childhood, I've known my elder brother – Charles as a Kleptomaniac ( one who steals compulsively ). He steals both things he needs and ones that he doesn't need as well. It's so pathetic that he just has to steal.

He was expelled from many schools during his secondary school days. Even though mum has taken him to different deliverance sections, he refused to be out of the wood.

But I think this day, a year ago was the day his cup got filled up and was let to stew in his own juice.
Our single mum had told me to go and stay with Charles after I made many pleas to her.
I had to pack my bag and travel to Charles's school, to stay with him, in preparation for his matriculation. I was an aspirant of the school then. Charles even was delighted to see me stay with him in his lodge. He made me very much comfortable during my stay there.

On the day before his matriculation, Charles hurriedly prepared and left the lodge that morning. He told me that he is going to have his haircut and attend to some things too. He gave me some money to buy bread and beverages to have for breakfast and also told me to cook noodles in case I get hungry in the afternoon. 
I smiled and bade him farewell, curiously hoping for him to come back so that I would see the hairstyle he had been bragging about since, that he would have.

Just some minutes before noon. I was fast asleep then. I heard thunderous shouts, echoes, and cries, coming from outside. An engrossed fear gripped me as I arose from my slumber. I had to check through the window to know what the scene outside was like. But just before then, I received several bangs at the door.
My little legs trembled in fear. On the opening of the door, my eyes beheld the unexpected.

I saw my Charles lying lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. He was surrounded by too many people.
"Ole !" "Klepto !" "Thief !" were the major voices that were thrown at the air, that moment.
I managed my way through the few angry people surrounding Charles.

There I met him, with guilt and shame in his eyes. Welts of different sizes were kissing their way through the pale, dark skin of my brother, Charles.

I let out a silent fart as I fell on my knees towards Charles.
"Please brother, tell me it's not true". I managed to say, even scared of his response.

However, a heavy hiss came from one of the aggressive people that stood there, which I felt were not students.
"This is the hand behind all our missing properties in this vicinity all this while. Get the tyre and lighter let's burn this nigga off! The voice came again.

Everyone began with their shouts again. Some continued throwing stones at Charles of which few, fell on me.

"No!! No !! Please..." I begged the angry mob but all to no avail.

The tyre, lighter, and fuel were here. They had to set Charles ablaze. All my divulges fell on deaf ears.

Pathetic. Aggressive. Haywire. Uncertainty. I tried all within my feeble power at the moment to dissolve the mob from lighting up Charles. My efforts, however, were outridden as heftier men held me up to avoid me jumping into the burning Charles.

Swiftly, I saw Charles already wailing and struggling for his life amidst the blazes of fire that entangled him.

The guilt, the disappointment, the painful cries, the bitter regrets, all in his eyes. He'd known that he has wronged us–mum and i. And even apart from him, we didn't deserve the trauma he has put us through.

Now, this whole year seemed like just a day of Charles's demise. The memory has struck a new in my mind. Apart from the few moments of reflection, I have over Charles's demise. And the few times Charles appear in my dream, crying and chanting sorrowful songs. I have lived this whole year as though I never had a brother. School activity alone makes me forget so much about him.

But I feel something even more weird is still in existence in our family. It's mum. I think she's yet to recover from the trauma which almost cost her her life.
She wakes up every Monday morning, crying at the door of my room, asking me for the whereabouts of his son - Charles. She believes nobody and nothing again. Her strange and weird behavior has probably raised a catalyst of concern.

Now, the question is, "Does it mean that Charles's demise has turned mum into a psycho???

:
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Today marks it a year since I lost my only brother - Charles. I wouldn't have even remembered if not for Facebook that had to share the 1-year memory.

Charles my elder brother was attacked by some thugs, just a day before his matriculation, in school. It was heard that he stole a mobile phone that was charging peacefully at a corner, in the supermarket, at the school gate.

Right from childhood, I've known my elder brother - Charles as a Kleptomaniac ( one who steals compulsively ). He steals both things he needs and ones that he doesn't need as well. It's so pathetic that he just has to steal.

He was expelled from many schools during his secondary school days. Even though mum has taken him to different deliverance sections, he refused to be out of the wood.

But I think this day, a year ago was the day his cup got filled up and was let to stew in his own juice.
Our single mum had told me to go and stay with Charles after I made many pleas to her.
I had to pack my bag and travel to Charles's school, to stay with him, in preparation for his matriculation. I was an aspirant of the school then. Charles even was delighted to see me stay with him in his lodge. He made me very much comfortable during my stay there.

On the day before his matriculation, Charles hurriedly prepared and left the lodge that morning. He told me that he is going to have his haircut and attend to some things too. He gave me some money to buy bread and beverages to have for breakfast and also told me to cook noodles in case I get hungry in the afternoon. 
I smiled and bade him farewell, curiously hoping for him to come back so that I would see the hairstyle he had been bragging about since, that he would have.

Just some minutes before noon. I was fast asleep then. I heard thunderous shouts, echoes, and cries, coming from outside. An engrossed fear gripped me as I arose from my slumber. I had to check through the window to know what the scene outside was like. But just before then, I received several bangs at the door.
My little legs trembled in fear. On the opening of the door, my eyes beheld the unexpected.

I saw my Charles lying lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. He was surrounded by too many people.
"Ole !" "Klepto !" "Thief !" were the major voices that were thrown at the air, that moment.
I managed my way through the few angry people surrounding Charles.

There I met him, with guilt and shame in his eyes. Welts of different sizes were kissing their way through the pale, dark skin of my brother, Charles.

I let out a silent fart as I fell on my knees towards Charles.
"Please brother, tell me it's not true". I managed to say, even scared of his response.

However, a heavy hiss came from one of the aggressive people that stood there, which I felt were not students.
"This is the hand behind all our missing properties in this vicinity all this while. Get the tyre and lighter let's burn this nigga off! The voice came again.

Everyone began with their shouts again. Some continued throwing stones at Charles of which few, fell on me.

"No!! No !! Please..." I begged the angry mob but all to no avail.

The tyre, lighter, and fuel were here. They had to set Charles ablaze. All my divulges fell on deaf ears.

Pathetic. Aggressive. Haywire. Uncertainty. I tried all within my feeble power at the moment to dissolve the mob from lighting up Charles. My efforts, however, were outridden as heftier men held me up to avoid me jumping into the burning Charles.

Swiftly, I saw Charles already wailing and struggling for his life amidst the blazes of fire that entangled him.

The guilt, the disappointment, the painful cries, the bitter regrets, all in his eyes. He'd known that he has wronged us–mum and i. And even apart from him, we didn't deserve the trauma he has put us through.

Now, this whole year seemed like just a day of Charles's demise. The memory has struck a new in my mind. Apart from the few moments of reflection, I have over Charles's demise. And the few times Charles appear in my dream, crying and chanting sorrowful songs. I have lived this whole year as though I never had a brother. School activity alone makes me forget so much about him.

But I feel something even more weird is still in existence in our family. It's mum. I think she's yet to recover from the trauma which almost cost her her life.
She wakes up every Monday morning, crying at the door of my room, asking me for the whereabouts of his son - Charles. She believes nobody and nothing again. Her strange and weird behavior has probably raised a catalyst of concern.

Now, the question is, "Does it mean that Charles's demise has turned mum into a psycho???

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