These pictures speak for themselves already.
A 14-year-old schoolboy has been jailed after he barricaded his teacher inside a classroom then laughed as he sexually assaulted her.
Desperate colleagues tried to break down the door when they heard the teacher screaming for help but could not stop the boy, now 15, from Wrexham.
Staff fought their way into the school’s
computer room and pulled the ‘distressed and terrified’ teacher to safety.
The teenager, who admitted sexual assault and was sentenced to four years’ youth detention, had put his hand up her skirt and forced himself on her.
Prosecutor Karl Scholz told Mold Crown
Court: ‘The teacher and the boy were in the classroom when he closed the door and snapped the latch shut.
‘He told her he had things on his mind and took hold of her and hugged her.
‘She managed to get away and wanted to leave the room but realized the door was locked.
‘The schoolboy then put his hand up the
teacher’s skirt and carried out a serious sexual assault on her.’
Mr Scholz said staff outside could hear their colleague scream and the boy laughing.
When they eventually got in the teacher was ‘very distressed’ and had a ‘terrified’ expression on her face.
Mold Crown Court was told the teacher
had been unable to return to work since the horrific school sex attack at the 700-pupil high school in North Wales.
The schoolboy, who cannot be named for legal reasons, had previous convictions for two
sexual assaults and was on bail for a third when he attacked his teacher.
Steven Edwards, defending, said the boy had suffered a difficult childhood and had been the victim of abuse.
Judge Greg Bull QC told the schoolboy: ‘You attacked one of your teachers, barricaded her into the computer room and forced yourself on her.
‘It was a terrifying experience for a woman who was only there to try and help you.’
The teenager was also placed on the sex
offenders’ register for life.
Culled from Date360.com
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NigeriA’s ambassador in the BBA stargame has finally being evicted from the house.
Goldie who was clearly not expecting to leave the house into tears and bawled out.
While Goldie and her tattooed boyfriend the Massai Prezzo had a little fall-out earlier and said she did not want to spend the last three hours fighting with the love of her life.
She has had a very emotional stay in the house with her relationship with Prezzo and full of upheaval and drama
George Chimezirim Egbuchulam is a
graduate of English, He graduated from the University of Ibadan last year 2011 with a second class upper division and has purchased his form to enrol as a Masters Student in the Institute of African StudIes,UI.
The first of six children,Owerri_born George is an avid reader,budding writer,master chess player.
George’s achievement in the University of IbadAn include;
He won several awards as a press man,won the Union
of Campus Journalist award for best fiction.
George also won the Dapo Adleugba annual quiz
competition organized by the alumnus of the Theatre Arts Department for the ATAS week.
George was also part of the twenty students that made qualified for the Zain20 in the first edition of Zain Africa Challenge though he wasn’t among the final four selected to represent the University of Ibadan at the National and African levels.
George was the
president of the UI Chess Club in his final year.
George is not enjoying the best of his life as he is in the urgent need of a kidney transplant which would cost over 2.5 million naira.
Plato (his friend andEx-Zik hall Chairman) Wrote
He is a young man with budding academic and literary talent.He actually
beat me to the ultimate prize at the 2010 version of the Dapo
Adelugba/Wole Soyinka prize for Drama.We traversed the literary path
together while he was in UI.He was a chess master and you would always
see him in Kuti playing chess with such calmness and mien that have
become symbolic with him.He is an erudite scholar who tenaciously
followed the path of books such that you can hardly see him without a
novel in his hand,even at a cafetaria.Greatest UIites,unfortunately,all that I
have said about this 2010 UI graduate of the department of English may
be at a requiem bt God forbids such.His name is Egbuchulam George and he
needs a kidney transplant that would cost #2.5m so that this requiem
would not be said.HELP SAVE A SOUL AND BUDDING FUTURE FROM
WASTING AWAY.Your donations can be sent to the following
accounts:First Bank(1233010142434) or Unity Bank(0018310939)
with the account name Egbuchulam George C.Remember,’enikeni ti iwo ba
ni’pa lati se iranlowo fun o,oun naa leni keji re toju re'(whoever it is you
have the means to render a helping hand to is your neighbour,do take care
of him).Mr Vice-Chancellor sir,and other members of the UI management
team who are or monitor proceedings this page can also facilitate
something,either on a personal note or from the UI authority,to this
cause.Thank you so much.A O NI FI IRU EYI SAN FUN ARA WA O!
Here is a copy of George’s work:
Did you know that there’s a ubiquitous stink to
public toilets? (At least, I think so.) I wonder why
that is. The fact occurred to me today while I was
using the toilet in our new face-me-I-slap-you house.
I remembered the days when, as a child, I spent a lot
of my holidays at my Aunty Jane’s (she was my dad’s
elder sister―and was kind and generous, by the
way), in a slum in Orile. She too lived with her
husband and children in a face-me-I-slap-you, and
their public toilet smelt just the same.
In all the houses my family and I have lived in,
none of them ever smelt close to being near-perfect.
Let me give a rundown of our domiciliary exodus:
sole occupants of an entire bungalow →fellow
occupants in a block of flats → fellow occupants in
another block of flats → fellow tenants in a face-me-I-
slap-you. Now, our first house, which was in a ghetto
in Ilasamaja, Mushin, Lagos, was where I grew up.
The first twenty years of my life were spent there. I
have already mentioned that we were the only
occupants of a bungalow. It rested on, I believe, a
plot of land. Let me add that it was a very fertile plot
of land. We lived there for so long that people
actually thought the house was ours. It should have
been, but that’s a story I’m not writing now to
So what was wrong with our first house?
Plenty. For one, I remember no single day―not
one―that rain fell and did not leak into the
house―in all the rooms. The kind of trauma it
imprinted on us is not one I’m prepared to wish on a
foe. Two, there was no privacy: anyone who cared to
could look to see what we were doing in the
compound: spreading any or both of our two fat
bedbug-infested mattresses (one, and the best, of
which was my parents’, which any of my three
youngest siblings had bedwetted―which was often;
there was a third mattress, a rather skinny affair,
which I brought home after my stint in secondary
school) on the multi-purpose wooden rack my mom
had had built; putting foodstuff like dried fish,
crayfish, smoked fish, dried pepper, vegetables, etc.
out in the sun to dry and watching out for goats and
birds; lounging in one of our six plastic
chairs―which hurt our arses like hell, not to mention
hardening them too; playing soccer or ludo or chess,
and so on. Any idiot could graze their cattle and
goats and rams and pigs there, if they chose. And
they did choose, plenty of times. The pigs were the
worst and the hardest to chase away: they dug ugly
holes in our compound in their endless search for
the tortoise’s millstone. Also, there was this
particular beans-seller and her daughters who, until
we moved out of there, spread their laundry either
on our clotheslines or on the grass in our compound.
Hell, a lot of people spread their laundry in our
compound. Three, our septic tank deteriorated so
bad that its top (laid by a mediocre bricklayer, one
tribal-marked Mr Rasaqi) completely caved in,
revealing shit for the whole street to see and smell.
It was so terrible that health officials, time and
again, threatened to lash the law on my dad―being
the head of the house and all. I think he ‘settled’
them each time they came and that ended it.
Matters were made even worse by the fact that our
neighbours in the street behind us, though we were
separated by a moss-coated fence, hurled their
refuse into our backyard―but mostly they aimed for
the soak away. Our neighbours who lived in a face-
me-I-slap-you beside us also threw their garbage
into our sump. Their combined efforts, undeterred
by our enraged outbursts and cursing, over the
years filled the septic tank to the brim. But even
after that they continued to throw refuse into our
compound. Can you imagine the sheer humiliation of
it all? Four, the house was an architectural bomb
waiting to implode. There were marked signs, both
interior and exterior, of this: deep crevices in the
walls; the wood in all the windows were crumbling
by the day; the wooden beams in the roof were
rotting away. Five, the landlord put a lot of pressure
on us to leave, mostly because my dad helped him
secure a mouth-watering contract with Globacom to
plant their mast in the compound, and he most likely
had nightmares, inspired by his full-grown male
children, about my dad suddenly becoming covetous
and claiming ownership of the house and its
concomitant royalties… We eventually moved…
… to house number two. This was in Okerube,
a town way after Ikotun. The first time I stepped into
that house I thought it was the Nicon Hilton. What I
mean is, the relief of no more leaking roof, no more
exposed sewage pit, no more insults from insouciant
neighbours… And what’s more, it had sliding doors
and windows, and was fenced and gated! The best
things about the house were the small farm
(cultivated by the former occupant, and which my
mom, raised in the village as she was, maintained)
and a mango tree. There was a bathtub with a
working shower―the handheld one that resembles a
telephone― when there was water and a toilet that
flushed! There was a GP tank filled by a pumping
machine with water from a well that was sealed
shut. But this is real life, and in it nothing lasts
forever, if at all. It didn’t take long before we found
faults with the house: it could be
incredibly hot inside. You could cook beans in the
heat. Furthermore, the bathtub leaked, and we were
chagrined that we had to resort to scooping out the
water again. (That was something we did in our
former house that we hated but could not evade. We
scooped water that pooled on the floor of the toilet,
and water that pooled in the far corner of the
corridor linking the toilet and bathroom.) The toilet
also leaked, if memory serves. And when there was
no electricity, which is a constant in this
exasperating country, we had to go out and fetch
water from the compounds of grumpy neighbours.
Once again, pressure was mounted on us to move
out of the house; this time, it was by the caretaker.
Like in our former house, we owed rent. I was at
school when my family moved to house number 2,
and at school when they moved to house number 3.
This was several streets away from house
number 2, in a place called Abaranje. The first day I
entered it my heart plummeted. I hated it on
sight―and sound. For one, it was too remote, like
the second house. As if that wasn’t enough, the
landlord blockaded it from the front with a
churchand a block of apartments. The bathroom/
toilet and kitchen were at the wrong angles, the
whole place irritated me and made me very restive.
There was no cross ventilation: it was as hot inside
as our second house, and was permanently sunk in
gloom. Sunlight had to beg the preceding buildings
in order to reach into the house. Reading in that
house was hellish for me; writing in it was
impossible. We were always fanning ourselves
anytime we were inside. Again, the landlord put
pressure on us to leave. I couldn’t understand what
was so special about the house that he hurried us
out for. Do you know how close his church was to
us? I could place one foot on the wall of our house
and plant the other on the wall of his church in a half
split. That’s how close it was. It didn’t cross his
enlightened mind that he and what passed for his
congregation were an auditory nuisance to us, with
their militant preaching, preemptory praying, and
unskilled drumming. Do you know how foolish and
insensitive he was? If he caught us staring or
passing what he felt were unfavourable comments
while they were gathered in whose name, he would
complain later to my mom that wedisturbed them!
What have we not been through in this life? I ask.
And now we are in house number 4,
preparing to pass our first night here. We moved in
this morning, around eight. Located in Ikotun, it is
much better placed than our last two residences.
(Speaking of which: moving out of Ilasa to Ikotun
was inspired by strictly financial concerns―or is it
constraints? Rent in Ikotun is much cheaper; hence,
the overpopulation. But leaving our house in Ilasa
then to, say, Ojuelegba to purchase a novel or two
was easy, affordable and trekable, compared to
coming out of Ikotun to, say, Cele Bus Stop to
breathe. Traffic in Ikotun is a prototype for its
probable equivalent in Hell.) From our new house
it’s only about six minutes to walk to Ikotun main
market. I already went out to sightsee: Ikotun
bubbles and is lively just the way I like it, even
though it will never compare to Yaba or Ojuelegba.
The thing I loathed the most about our last two
residences was their remoteness from Ikotun: if you
needed to go out, you had to pay N40 to get to
Ikotun first; added to that was the time lost in
waiting for a bus to fill up with passengers, except
you were willing to pay an okada rider or a Keke-
Marwa/-NAPEP, which naturally charged more than
commuter buses. (Of course, during Christmas the
fares were jacked outrageously high. Life in Okerube
and then Abaranje made me very reluctant to return
home when semesters ended.) Because of the
location of our present accommodation, however, I
can ignore the inconvenience of the public toilet, the
public bathroom, the public kitchen and the
constricted space of two rooms. For instance, if the
mood hits me, I can walk to the bookseller’s and
exchange novels for fifty bucks―whenever he has
books, that is, since, by the looks of his supply, few
people in Ikotun read or care to buy novels; I can
walk to a shoe seller’s at the roadside and pick up a
pair of good shoes for a thousand bucks! Provided, of
course, that the police don’t pick him up. I heard a
woman informer warn the shoe seller that ‘Alausa’
were coming in a ‘Black Maria’. He quickly threw a
large black nylon over his wares and vanished. I too,
a firm believer in the quip, ‘prevention is better than
cure’, quickly stepped on home. Aside from the fact
that we have no one to pay bail if I was picked up by
the police, I heard later from my mom that people,
especially kids (sent out to hawk), left too long in the
hands of the po-po could be sold to ritualists for a
quick profit. This country is indeed sick, when
traders can’t sell in peace because the police stalks
and pounces on them.
Dec 30, 2010
This morning, a few hours past midnight, I suddenly
realized why the toilet in this our yard smells like all
the public toilets that I have come across:
cockroaches! There is a unique smell to these
vermin. There was a whole revolting gang of them on
the walls of the toilet when I went in to pee. I had to
detour to the bathroom. Sad, but that’s the way it is.
I call cockroaches synonyms of public-toilet odour.
Help #SaveGeorge………..nothing is too small.
Account number: Chimezirim Egbuchulam
First Bank, 1233010142434 OR Account number:0018310939
Unity Bank. #SaveGeorge
God bless YOU
The Vice-Chancellor of Nnamdi Azikiwe University is in trouble for mis managing the funds meant for the administration of the school.
Boniface Egboka is currently being investigated by the Economic and Financial Crimes
Commission (EFCC), for the mismanagement of
billions of naira meant for the institution.
Among the offences apart from squandering money meant for the school Dr Boniface Egboka is also allegedly responsible for siphoning school money through the award of bogus and inflated contracts to fronts and cronies; selective bidding; and fraudulent contract cost variations.
He is being investigated by the crime commission but has since being released on administrative bail.
According to http://www.Premiumtimes.ng,
“History of Investigation
A group of lecturers of the university, in March this
year, petitioned the EFCC, slamming a litany of
allegations including fraud, abuse of office, inflation
of contract, using fronts to get contracts, and high
handedness against Mr. Egboka.
The EFCC confirmed that it was investigating the
allegations against the University boss. Wilson
Uwujaren, the commission’s spokesman, said that
the petition was already being investigated by its
Enugu office, adding that the lecturer has already
been invited for interrogation and had made
statements to investigators.
Independent investigations of the allegations by
icirnigeria.org indicate that Egboka might be in deep
trouble except he can explain many actions he took
which bother on misappropriation of funds.
Violating due process
Our investigations revealed that the vice chancellor
spends university funds like his own personal
resources without recourse to rules and regulations,
awarded contracts without due process and without
open tenders, an infraction that earned him a query
from the Bureau for Public Procurement, BPP in April.
For example, in October, 2011, on a trip to America
with other officials, Mr. Egboka ordered for two 2011
Toyota 4 Runner jeeps worth N27 million for himself
and the Pro-chancellor of the university, who was also
on the delegation. He made the order without any
bidding and without the approval of the tender’s
board and in spite of the fact that he already had a
Prado jeep as official car while the pro – chancellor
used a Toyota Avensis. He also claimed to have
committed the institution by making a deposit from
his own pocket.
Upon returning to Nigeria, the VC tried to perfect the
purchase by causing the registrar of the institution to
award a contract for the purchase of the vehicles.
Since the contract could not be awarded to a foreign
company, Mr. Egboka directed that it be awarded to
a local firm, Grech Resources Limited.
Going through the motions of a contract award, the
bursar wrote an award letter to the company
claiming that the tenders’ board at its 30th meeting
held on Wednesday, October 12, 2011, approved the
award for the supply of the two vehicles.
However, the bursar refused to release funds for the
purchase because there was no proof of tender,
forcing the V.C. to write an undertaking where he
explained the irregularity attending the purchase.
Vice Chancellor exhibited nepotism
Investigations also showed that the vice chancellor,
without due process and against regulations,
selectively awarded contracts or just merely invited
whosoever he wanted and handed contracts out to
In many of these cases, the contracts were awarded
to family members. Apart from that, variations were
illegally granted to the companies, raising costs
For example, in August 2011, Porras and Oliva, a
company allegedly owned by Mr. Egboka’s son–in–
law, got a contract for the renovation and furnishing
of the university auditorium for N20 million. The
contract was awarded through selective tendering
and given to Porras and Oliva which quoted N2million
in spite of the facts that there were lower bids.
However, halfway into the job’s execution, the
company requested for a variation of N80 million in
the contract sum which was granted at the sum of
N58 million. In a letter written to the company on
December 5, 2011, the registrar of the university
stated that the tenders’ board at its 35th meeting of
December 2 approved the sum as “completion sum”
for the project, thereby granting more than hundred
percent variation cost.
A series of violations
Porras and Oliva got several other contracts without
going through due process. These include an N8.4
million contract for the reticulation of the university
foundry; N5.2 million for furnishing of the VC’s office,
and a N5.9 million contract for the fencing of the
Another questionable contract was the one awarded
to Regibel Limited, another company which is alleged
to be a front for the VC. The company was awarded
the contract for the construction of a 676 metre road
for N92.6 million. Apart from the suspected inflated
contract sum, icirnigeria.org learnt that Mr. Egboka
developed a relationship with the company which
makes him give directives to it to execute projects
running into several millions.
For these projects, there were no tender or
agreement between the parties. Acting on the VC’s
directive, Regibel executed the projects and sent a
bill to the management which is rubberstamped,
approved and paid.
On December 14, 2011, the university management
got such a bill for the sum of N122 million for the
construction of a 7.1 kilometre walkway. No details
were provided about the exact location of the
There was never any tender process, agreement or
any other document concerning this walkway
contract. But the university approved and paid the
company the money it asked for.
In the same manner, on December 16, 2011, Regibel
sent another bill of engineering measurements and
evaluation for N78 million for the construction of a
412 metre road – the Joy Emordi Road – which it built
based on a directive from the VC. There was no
bidding or agreement before it got the contract.
Again, it was paid the full sum it demanded.
Inflating contact costs
Unilateral variations in contract costs appear to have
become the hallmark of project execution in Nnamdi
Azikiwe University. There is virtually no contract that
does not suffer an upward review in costs.
The contract for the construction of the Art Faculty
complex is a good example of this. Initially awarded
to Chyfon Limited for N559 million, the cost was later
adjusted to N625 million. More upward variations to
the contract sum were to follow however.
On December 22, 2011, N7.6 million was granted to
the contractor, being variation resulting from
“relocation of library”. The same day, another N9.6
million variation was granted for the use of vitrified
tiles instead of terrazzo in the construction work.
Yet again, on February 27, 2012 another N73 million
variation was granted the contractor for “evaluation
and assessment fluctuations”.
The petitioners allege that the amounts approved for
variation were siphoned by officials of the university
administration. In fact, it is alleged that all kinds of
disingenuous methods are employed by the
administration in December of every year in order to
mop up unspent funds so that money is not returned
back into the treasury. Interestingly, as if to prove
the petitioners right, many of the approved
variations came in December.
The PPP fraud
Another contract unconventionally awarded by the
vice chancellor is the public private partnership, PPP,
students’ hostel project. In January 2010, Egboka
committed the university to a memorandum of
understanding, MOU, with Elmada Consulting Inc., a
company purported to be based in Canada, for the
building of hostels on the main campus.
The MOU which was signed on behalf of the
university by the VC and a Nigerian representative
for the company, states that the institution’s equity
to the project would be 40 per cent while the
company would contribute the remaining 60 percent.
With a total cost of N239, 400,000.00, the institution
was expected to contribute N97, 760,000.00.
There are several curious and suspicious
developments about this PPP arrangement which has
sent tongues wagging. First, the Nigerian
representative of Elmada who signed the MOU on
behalf of the company is alleged to be another of
Egboka’s sons – in – law.
The alleged son – in – law is the sole project manager
of the project which is being executed through a joint
account managed only by him. The VC never
disclosed his relationship or any conflict of interest
that might arise, to the university Senate.
What is more, the only document binding the two
parties together is the MOU. No binding agreement
spelling out details of contractual and legal
commitments has been signed.
Besides, the cost has been reviewed upwards to
N400 million and there are allegations that the
university has solely funded the two – phased project.
When our reporter visited the school’s main campus
in Awka, it was observed that the project had been
The nail on the coffin
However, the project that has gotten Mr. Egboka into
real trouble is the contract for the construction of the
bio sciences and physical sciences faculty complex.
The university lecturer has already been queried by
the BPP over the manner the contract was awarded.
The contract for the construction of the twin identical
complex, housing the faculties of biosciences and
physical sciences, was awarded by selective bidding
to Bechtel Nig. Limited on December 22, 2011 for the
sum of N994 million. In a similar fashion, without
following due process, on February 27, 2012, the
contract for the construction of the central facility
linking the two structures was also awarded to the
same company for N288 million.
For the project(executed at a total cost of N1.2
billion), the VC abandoned all due process such as
open bidding and just called on a contractor of his
choice to execute the project. This jettisoning of due
process irked some members of the institution’s
management who petitioned the BPP, which on April
4, 2012, wrote to the VC demanding that he furnish
the bureau with all the original bid documents in
respect of the contract.
The letter signed by Emeka Ezeh, the bureau’s
director general specifically asked for copies of the
advertisement of this procurement; technical and
financial tenders of all bidders; bid return sheet;
evaluation report of the bid; scope of work; and all
other documents relating to the procurement.
Sources in the university and at the BPP confided
that no such documents exist and the VC has been
unable to provide them to the bureau. Consequent
upon this, the school administration has been forced
to cancel the previous contract and has now
advertised the contract in newspapers, asking for
bids from interested companies.
Our reporter observed that the structures which were
still in foundation level had since been abandoned by
Mr. Egboka’s sins are not limited to financial
mismanagement of the university’s resources as he
has also been accused of administrative
recklessness, abuse of office and not following due
process in appointments; which he allegedly dishes
out to family and friends as he wishes.
Two of the VC’s children, Nkechi Egboka and Dr.
Egboka Chioma Mmazulu, were employed by the
university last year and their names have been on
the payroll since then. While Nkechi was employed as
an assistant lecturer in the department of geological
sciences, Chioma was appointed medical director of
the institution’s medical centre.
However, none of them had resumed work when our
reporter conducted checks in their departments
about two weeks ago.
Also, Uchenna Okeke, wife of the deputy vice
chancellor (DVC), administration; and Godwin Orji,
alleged to be a friend of the DVC, academics; were
employed against laid down rules. Okeke appeared
before the governing council’s appointments and
promotions committee, A&PC, and was found
unqualified for the position of assistant lecturer for
which she applied. However, she was still offered an
appointment as an assistant lecturer after the council
Orji was interviewed for and appointed to the
position of technologist. However, although he never
appeared before the A&PC, as is required in the
appointment of all academic staff, his employment
was unilaterally converted to lecturer by the VC.
Mum is the word
When our reporter visited the main campus of the
university and requested to speak to the VC, he was
said to be out of station. And when he was reached
on the phone to answer questions relating to the
petition, Mr. Egboka declined, saying that “the
matter is under investigation and I cannot make any
comment.” The VC dropped the line and
subsequently refused to take calls from our reporter.
No other official of the university was ready to speak
on the matter. The office of the registrar referred our
reporter to the VC’s office. The couple of lecturers,
who spoke to our reporter on the corruption
allegations against the VC, did so, on the strictest
assurances of confidentiality, as Mr. Egboka is said to
be very vindictive.
He is also vindictive
Several academic and non – academic staff of the
institution who oppose the University head have
been allegedly victimised since the investigations
into his management of the school’s resources
For example, a source told icirnigeria.org of the story
of a professor friend of the VC who had written him
warning him of the consequences of some high
handed actions he took. The professor had
questioned why Mr. Egboka employed six
consultants for the medical centre when requests for
needed staff such as doctors, nurses and
pharmacists had been repeatedly denied. The friend
also warned that the lack of due process in the
employment of the consultant could land the VC in
trouble as it had sent tongues wagging on the
campus. Rather than listen to his friend, the VC
transferred him to the Nnewi campus where he has
been rendered virtually redundant.
Sources in the EFCC said that investigations have
reached advanced stage on the corruption charges
against Mr. Egboka, and that enough evidence might
have been obtained to institute a case against him in