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Transfer: Barcelona in Talks with Man United over Defender deal

Manchester United have been offered Barcelona forward Antoine Griezmann in exchange for Victor Lindelöf. Barca are looking to take advantage of Raphael Varane's move to Old Trafford, which has seen Lindelöf drop down the pecking order.


SIR TAFAWA BALEWA He was the first prime minister of an independent Nigeria. Born a commoner in the north of colonial Nigeria, he trained as a teacher. Balewa entered the government 1952 as Minister of Works, and later served as Minister of Transport. In 1957, he was elected Chief Minister, forming a coalition government between the NPC and the National council for Nigeria and the Cameroons, led by Nnamdi Azikiwe.He was overthrown and killed in a military coup on January 15, 1966, as were many other leaders, including his old companion Ahmadu Bello. His body was discovered by a roadside near Lagos six days after he was ousted from office Balewa was buried in Bauchi.The Abubakar Tafawa Balewa University in his honour. Dr.Nnamdi Azikiwe: Born on November 16,1904, he hails from Nnewi in Anambra State and died in 1996 at the University Of Nigeria Teacher Hospital, Enugu. His portrait adorns Nigeria’s five hundred naira currency note N500. He was one of the leading


I woke up to see this beautiful vegetation The overflow of water from the underground The broad cover of the earth's radiation Spreading from west to east of the world The free gift of the entire vegetation Tall and broad trees are impeachable Beautiful  colourfulness of the flowers Brightness of the sun ploughing the eyes Oh! This is amazing beyond our imagination When it has no expiration The hills surrounds us conveniently Free gift of the immeasurable land Birds fly freely without congestion We all got to the earth to see it Because everything is a free gift.          By Adigun Olayemi   .  


        All I extend is a handshake of caring All I present is free loaves of doting Only love string is attached, no doublecrossing Try me dear, and u taste the love honey Forget the issue of money All I can offer for now is the future shinny Shinning and glowing like glory Dear! All these are not folklore story Don't doubt me I must be plain with my love Because it is something tough It glows when it is rough And tolerate dirt but still looks shove All I know is that love don't care For anything that appear to be easy and near Love is all about how to share All it cares about is your heart purity And your character in building the duty Duty to build the bridge of love Not minding the edge and curve By Yusuf Ade


Synopsis Wole Soyinka was born on July 13, 1934, in Nigeria and educated in England. In 1986, the playwright and political activist became the first African to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature. He dedicated his Nobel acceptance speech to Nelson Mandela. Soyinka has published hundreds of works, including drama, novels, essays and poetry, and colleges all over the world seek him out as a visiting professor.                              Early life Wole Soyinka was born Akinwande Oluwole "Wole" Babatunde Soyinka on July 13, 1934, in Abeokuta, near Ibadan in western Nigeria. His father, Samuel Ayodele Soyinka, was a prominent Anglican minister and headmaster. His mother, Grace Eniola Soyinka, who was called "Wild Christian," was a shopkeeper and local activist. As a child, he lived in an Anglican mission compound, learning the Christian teachings of his parents, as well as the Yoruba spiritualism and tribal customs of his grandfather


The task of it pays, Toiling and rolling on the bays, Cascading around in the dark rays, Voyaging down the night, Even when no one sees your might. Everyone comes around to brainstorm, As long as the brain doesn't tumble, The night workers will not crumble, Taking the risk despite the obstacle, Walking down without shackle. The night takes its position, When young lads have no opposition, Than to go through the variation, When they know the result is jubilation, As we live on the earth of mystification. Night do not judge my actions As much as I have no discretion, Than to walk in it with caution, But I know our mind hold different actions.           BY ADIGUN OLAYEMI


Lets call a spade by its name, So that it can know its aim, Call a spade by its name,spade, Before we all get captured under its salvage, I don't know the problem with our age, It is cumbersome than the dark age of the old sage, Flaunting of boobs is a grand style, That our girls do eye, The artistic tattoo, Catches the boys eyes,forgetting it as a taboo, Playing smart on lappy is yahoo, The intake of wobe! Wobe! Is an o.t to talk to bae, Ask a 5years ola girl, Who is her angel? She will tell you her role model, Is a model. Why am I born here? Right in this world of no air, Where people don't care, All what they see is the monsters, Popularly known as celebrities and stars, They keep leading our youth astray, And foolishly the youth see no ray, Are they stars or monsters? This is a question of the heart, That we need to ask the so called stars on earth. By Yusuf Ade YUSUF ADETOLA QUYUM  is a born and bred son of the heartbeat of


                      NIGERIA OF MY DREAM                 I got saddened with the current state of my country Nigeria. But I believe that if everything is put in place and if everything is done rightly this nation can be in a better place and a place where everybody wants it to be.                         The job opportunities continue to decrease. Roads are not the way they should be anymore causing a high degree of death rate. The nation’s agricultural sector is depreciating day by day due to the non-cognizance of the government. Public workers are not been paid their salaries regularly anymore. The telecommunication sector is now a means of income to their owners which allows for fraudulent act.   Nations Security is no longer efficient and it’s no longer the priority of the present day government thereby allowing for incessant bombings.             The inflation of food prices is another alarming issue. The issue of unemployment remains a deadly insect perching the life


Your lips so soft and red, The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head, Your beauty is bright and warm, Shinning through the darkest storm, Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky, When I stare into them I feel I am soaring high, My love for you is pure and true, I never stop thinking about you, The sound of your voice singing love songs, Make my heart pound, I know I've truly found my one and only, I promise to love you for every moment, And when the everything else crumbles, I am your armor to protect you from harm, Like you are to me, a lucky charm, For you're my heart,my soul,my world. By Adigun Olayemi (C) 2015 An excerpt from a book titled 'The Ujuzzi' by Deji Akin