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Anambra State Governor, Soludo Speaks On 3 Police Officers Accused Of Extra-judicial Killings

The governor of Anambra State, Professor Charles Soludo has that the three police officers allegedly involved in extra-judicial killings in the state should be thoroughly investigated. Soludo stated this while commenting on a story published by a Nigerian blog, accusing the officers of engaging in the illegal arrest, torture, extortion, and extra-judicial killings of their victims. The governor also assures that the accused officers will face the full wrath of the law if found guilty. This was contained in a statement by the governor’s spokesperson, Christian Aburime, on Saturday. The affected officers are Patrick Agbazue, Nkeiruka Nwode, and Harrison Akama. Mr. Agbazue, a chief superintendent of police, serves as officer-in-charge of the Rapid Response Squad (RRS) Unit of the police in Anambra State, while Ms. Nwode, a superintendent of police, is the spokesperson in Zone 13 Headquarters of the police. Mr. Akama, an inspector, is attached to the RRS unit of the police in Anambra State

Of Coup, Interim Government And Allied Nonsense | By Festus Adedayo

At times like this, two works of literature are my abiding refuge. One, written over a century ago, speaks to the melee both in the APC and Nigeria as a whole. It is a poem entitled ‘The Second Coming’ by William Butler Yeats. It was written at a time similar to that of present Nigeria. It was a time when it looked like the world was coming to an end. The casualties of the First World War were benumbing and overwhelmingly high. The deaths of millions from the pangs of the flu pandemic that also occurred at this time were suffocating. The flu also infected Yeats’s pregnant wife, Georgie Hyde-Lees. In reply to this vexing time, Yeats wrote the poem in November 1920. Its lines are still very relevant to our situation in Nigeria today. He had written: “Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passi