The Attorney General of Anambra State, Tobechukwu Nweke SAN has initiated steps for the prosecution of those denying females the right of inheritance in the state and has requested the Nigerian Police to investigate such complaints and transmit the case file to his office for prosecution.

This was disclosed in a letter written to the Nigerian Police and personally signed by the Attorney General which was made available to news men on Monday, 26th September 2026.

The letter noted that the obnoxious practices of denying women and girls of their right to inherit property because they are females amount to a crime under Section 22 of the Violence Against Persons (Prohibition) Law, 2017 of Anambra State and punishable with up to four (4) years imprisonment.

The concluding part of letter reads as follows:

“In light of the foregoing, you are kindly requested to ensure that your office thoroughly investigates all reported cases of gender-based disinheritance and that the case files are transmitted to this Ministry for further action.

“To effectively combat this practice, this Ministry has designated the S3xual and Gender-Based Violence (SGBV) Unit to handle the prosecution of offenders under the above mentioned law, alongside other forms of domestic violence and s3xual offences.”

Despite the decisions of the Supreme Court declaring as unconstitutional and illegal, customs and practices which exclude females from inheriting property, some members of the public still indulge in these discriminatory practices.

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Nigerian feminist Obidi has shared her thoughts on the kind of home decor she finds unattractive in men.

In a video shared online, Obidi said she would leave a man’s house if she saw fake designer items such as Gucci bedsheets, rugs or Louis Vuitton curtains.

She said seeing such items would make her suspect that the man is a Y@hoo boy or that “something is wrong” with him.

Obidi also criticised the use of excessive gold-coloured furniture and interior decor, describing the style as unattractive.

She said she prefers a minimalist and beautiful home with simple furniture rather than what she described as a “golden and royal” interior.

She added that she would not take a man seriously if his bedroom had fake designer bedsheets and blue LED lights that made the room look like a disco hall.

Businessman and media personality Chief Lawrence has shown off a matching tattoo he got with his wife, Sofia, as they continue celebrating their wedding anniversary.

Chief Lawrence shared a video of the matching tattoos on social media, revealing that the couple had the same design inked on their bodies.

“Forever the deal...We are still in anniversary mood,” he captioned the post.

Part 4 (Final): The Woman Who Kept Losing the Same Umbrella

A year after that first, deliberate 7:58 arrival, Delphine found herself back at the same coffee shop, the same window table, though considerably more had changed than either of them could have predicted from a repeatedly lost umbrella.

"You're doing the nervous sketchbook thing again," she observed, watching Theo angle his notebook slightly away from her view, exactly as he had during their very first proper conversation.

"Old habits," Theo said, though his smile suggested something more deliberate than simple habit.

"Show me," Delphine said, echoing her words from a year earlier.

Theo hesitated, then turned the sketchbook toward her not mechanical designs this time, but a careful drawing of a ring, intricate gears worked delicately into its band, clearly one of his own inventive designs rather than anything conventional.

"I've been working on this for months," he admitted, retrieving the actual ring from his jacket pocket, matching the sketch precisely. "I wanted to build something meaningful, rather than simply buying something ordinary."

Delphine felt her breath catch, understanding immediately what was unfolding.

"A year ago, you sat down at my table and called me a caffeinated fairy godmother," Theo said, laughing softly at the memory despite visible nervousness. "I've spent that entire year grateful you did, rather than simply continuing to quietly fix your umbrella from a distance forever."

He knelt carefully beside the table, ignoring the curious glances from nearby customers.

"Delphine, will you marry me? I promise considerably fewer secretive umbrella repairs going forward, and infinitely more direct, dramatic gestures instead."

"Yes," Delphine said immediately, laughing and crying simultaneously as she pulled him up into her arms. "Obviously, completely, yes."

As Theo slipped the mechanical ring onto her finger its tiny gears turning smoothly, deliberately, exactly as designed Delphine felt profound, complete joy settling into place, an entire relationship built from small, thoughtful gestures finally culminating in this beautifully engineered, wonderfully dramatic moment.

They married the following spring, Theo's small mechanical crane machine proudly displayed at the reception, a fitting symbol of how their entire relationship had blossomed from quiet, careful attention into something magnificently, deliberately real.

"I still have the umbrella," Delphine told him during their first dance, resting her head against his shoulder. "The original one. Considerably more repaired than the day I first lost it."

"Sentimental value?" Theo asked, smiling.

"Considerable sentimental value," Delphine confirmed. "Practically priceless, at this point."

THE END ☔💍💛✨

Part 2: The Woman Who Kept Losing the Same Umbrella

Coffee turned into a standing Thursday morning ritual, Delphine arriving deliberately at 7:58 now instead of accidentally, Theo saving her the seat across from his sketchbook without needing to ask.

"Can I see what you're working on?" she asked, three weeks into their new routine, nodding toward the sketchbook he always kept carefully angled away from view.

Theo hesitated, then turned it toward her, revealing pages of careful, detailed drawings mechanical sketches, small inventions, a few whimsical designs that looked like something between engineering and art.

"These are incredible," Delphine said, genuinely impressed, flipping through several pages. "What are they for?"

"Mostly just for me," Theo admitted. "I design small mechanical repairs and modifications, actually. It's how I fix things like your umbrella so quickly — I've got a workshop at home, more tools than any reasonable person needs."

"So you're secretly some sort of inventor," Delphine said, delighted. "This gets more charming by the week."

"I prefer 'overly hobbied,'" Theo said, though he looked pleased by her reaction. "Though I confess, most of what I fix doesn't usually belong to someone I'm hoping to properly impress."

"Is that what the umbrella repairs were? An impression campaign?"

"An extremely inefficient one, in retrospect," Theo said, laughing at himself. "I could have just said hello considerably sooner and saved myself weeks of nervous tinkering."

"I don't know," Delphine said, smiling. "I think I rather liked the mystery of it. Discovering a small, thoughtful repair each time felt like a strange kind of courtship, honestly."

Theo studied her, something warmer entering his expression. "I'm glad it read that way, rather than simply odd."

"Bit of both, if I'm honest," Delphine said. "Though the good kind of odd."

Their Thursday mornings continued, then expanded into evenings, then weekends, comfortable warmth deepening steadily between two people who'd started with an umbrella and somehow built something considerably more meaningful from it.

"I want to show you my workshop properly," Theo said one evening, several months into their relationship. "I've never actually invited anyone to see it. Feels significant, showing you the real, considerably messier version of what you first saw in that sketchbook."

"I'd like that very much," Delphine said, warmth spreading through her chest at his evident trust.

to be continued... ☔💫

The National Agency for Food, Drug Administration and Control NAFDAC, has alerted the public of the circulation of a suspected counterfeit toothpaste product, ORACIRE+ TOOTHPASTE, being distributed in Nigeria under the guise of the registered ORACARE+ Toothpaste.

In a statement published on social media today September 14, the agency said the alert comes following a formal complaint and a market intelligence report regarding the widespread distribution of the suspected counterfeit product.

NAFDAC said market surveillance conducted at Ojuwoye Market, Mushin, Lagos, revealed that the product closely resembles the registered ORACARE+ Toothpaste in packaging design and overall presentation, making it difficult for consumers to distinguish between the two products.

It says the fake toothpaste if used may not meet established quality and safety standards and could pose health risks to consumers.

NAFDAC says it has initiated surveillance activities, and all zonal directors and state coordinators have been instructed to investigate the availability and distribution of the suspected counterfeit product and take appropriate regulatory action.

It advised consumers, distributors, retailers, and healthcare providers to exercise caution when purchasing ORACARE+ Toothpaste.

‘’Purchase toothpaste products only from reputable and authorised outlets. Carefully examine product packaging and source of supply before purchase.

Consumers and Healthcare providers are advised to report any suspicion of the sale of suspected counterfeit ORACIRE+ Toothpaste to the nearest NAFDAC office, call 0800-162-3322, send an email to [email protected], or via the Med Safety App available for download on Android and iOS ‘’

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Part 4 (Final): The Weaver of Wishing Threads

A year after Cedric first walked through her door carrying his late wife's tattered glove, Sable stood beside him in her workshop, watching him work confidently now on a project of his own design — a small, delicate scarf, woven with the same careful, genuine intention she'd taught him from the very beginning.

"Who's this one for?" she asked, curious about his focused concentration.

Cedric smiled, something nervous yet certain in his expression. "You'll see soon enough."

That evening, he asked her to close the shop early, guiding her gently toward the small garden behind her workshop where they'd spent countless comfortable evenings together over the past year.

"I have something for you," he said, presenting the finished scarf carefully. "I wove it myself, with everything I've learned from you these past months. Genuine intention, exactly as you taught me."

Sable studied the scarf, warmth spreading through her chest at his thoughtful, meaningful gift. "It's beautiful, Cedric. Truly."

"There's a specific wish woven into it," he admitted, watching her carefully. "Would you like to discover what it is?"

Sable wrapped the scarf gently around her shoulders, immediately feeling warm, gentle magic humming pleasantly against her skin. Cedric knelt before her, retrieving a small ring from his pocket.

"Sable," he said, genuine emotion evident in his voice, "you taught me that grief and healing could coexist, that honoring the past doesn't mean sacrificing genuine future happiness. You gave me purpose again, taught me your beautiful, meaningful craft, and most importantly, gave me your heart completely. I love you more than I properly know how to express through simple words alone. Will you marry me?"

Tears streamed freely down Sable's face as she pulled him up into a joyful embrace. "Yes," she said immediately, complete certainty evident in her voice. "Completely, genuinely, without a single moment of hesitation."

As they embraced in her small garden, the scarf's woven magic glowing warmly around them both, Sable understood profoundly that sometimes the most beautiful connections emerged precisely from patiently, compassionately helping someone heal—proof that genuine love, properly nurtured through shared purpose and mutual understanding, could create something entirely new and beautiful from even the deepest, most complicated grief.

They married the following spring, exchanging vows in the very garden where Cedric had proposed, surrounded by countless customers whose lives Sable's remarkable craft had touched meaningfully over the years. Cedric continued working alongside her afterward, their combined skill and genuine partnership creating garments carrying considerably more powerful, meaningful magic than either had managed entirely alone.

"I think," Sable said that evening, resting peacefully against Cedric as their wedding celebration continued joyfully around them, "your late wife would be genuinely glad, witnessing exactly this kind of happiness finally blooming from her heartfelt final wish."

Cedric smiled, pulling her closer with complete, genuine contentment. "I believe you're entirely right. Sometimes the most meaningful gifts we receive are precisely the permission to properly heal, and to genuinely love again."

THE END 🧶💍💛✨

The 37-year-old Nigerian woman whose family raised alarm that she disappeared after arriving in Doha, Qatar, has been found safe in a hospital.

The woman, identified as Saratu Jibo, had travelled from Lagos to Doha aboard Qatar Airways flight QR1408 but became unreachable after arriving in the country.

Her family said she failed to contact them and she could not be located by the person designated to pick her up from the airport.

Her brother, Jonathan Jibo, raised alarm and appealed for help in finding her.

Jibo disclosed that his sister was travelling to Qatar for the first time and did not have friends in the country who could immediately assist in tracing her.

Her accommodation had reportedly been arranged and paid for months before the journey, while a designated pick-up person was waiting at the airport but could not locate her.

The woman, who had worked at Lagos airport for nearly 12 years, was expected to commence a new job in Doha weeks after her arrival.

As concern grew over her whereabouts, her family sought assistance from the Nigerian Embassy in Qatar, Qatar Airways and other relevant authorities.

The Nigeria Civil Aviation Authority also became involved after its Director of Public Affairs and Consumer Protection, Michael Achimugu, began efforts to establish what happened to her after she left the airport.

Earlier checks confirmed that she arrived in Doha, collected her luggage and exited the airport, but questions remained over where she went afterwards.

However, her brother Jibo confirmed on Sunday, September 6, that his sister had been located.

According to him, the woman became ill after arriving in Qatar and was subsequently taken from the airport to a hospital, where she was eventually found.

“Good news… My sister has been found today, she was sick and was taken to the hospital from the airport,” Jibo said in an update shared on X.

Jibo expressed appreciation to everyone who helped amplify the search, particularly the Nigerian Embassy in Doha, Qatar Airways and Achimugu.

He also thanked Nigerians and other social media users who shared the appeal.

You are told that your ancestors came from a single pair of people who looked nothing like you. Your skin color, your hair texture, your features are not part of the original design. They are explained as later variations or curses. Your history, your culture, your genetic lineage are all secondary to a story that centers a different race. That is not just inaccurate. It is psychologically damaging.

This story has been used to justify colonization, slavery, and the erasure of indigenous identities across the globe. It tells you that your ancestors were cursed, that your features are a mark of sin, that your civilization was lesser. And it does all of this while claiming to be divine.

The scientific reality is clear. Humanity did not start with two people of any one race. Human evolution took place across multiple regions, with diverse populations developing over hundreds of thousands of years. Race is a social construct, not a biblical fact. Believing you came from a single pair of white or Middle Eastern ancestors when you are Black is not faith. It is erasure. And it has been weaponized for centuries.

That is exactly why other races chose to have their own religions and their own gods who look like them. They understood that a god who does not look like you cannot save you. He can only colonize you. And the god of the Bible has been colonizing Black people since the first missionary set foot on the continent. That is not salvation. That is a continuation of the same theft. And it is time to stop pretending otherwise.

Part 2: The Boy Who Waited at the Crossing

Delphine studied Elias carefully, an idea forming slowly despite the late hour and her car's continued, inexplicable silence. "What if I helped you find out? What happened to Josephine, I mean."

Elias's translucent expression filled with cautious, desperate hope. "You'd do that? For a stranger, and a ghost, no less?"

"I think," Delphine said honestly, "you've waited long enough for someone to properly care. Tell me everything you remember about her her full name, her family, anything that might help me trace what happened after that night."

Over the following hour, Elias shared everything he remembered Josephine Ainsworth, daughter of a wealthy local family who'd fiercely disapproved of her relationship with a boy from considerably humbler circumstances. Their planned elopement, the crossing where he'd died waiting, decades of uncertain, aching hope that had trapped him permanently in this single, tragic location.

"I'll research everything I can find," Delphine promised. "Old newspaper archives, town records, anything that might reveal what happened to her afterward."

"Will you return?" Elias asked, old loneliness evident beneath cautious hope. "Once you've discovered something, I mean."

"I promise," Delphine said firmly. "Whatever I find, Elias, you deserve to finally know."

Her car started without difficulty the moment she climbed back inside, headlights flickering to life as though nothing unusual had ever interrupted them. She drove home slowly, mind racing with the strange, moving encounter she'd just experienced.

The following days, Delphine dedicated herself entirely to research digging through local historical archives, contacting the county's small historical society, tracing property records connected to the Ainsworth family name. She discovered, gradually, a story considerably more complicated than simple tragic romance.

Josephine Ainsworth, according to old newspaper archives, had indeed waited at the designated meeting place the night Elias died, growing increasingly desperate as hours passed without his arrival. Devastated, believing herself abandoned, she'd eventually returned home, only to discover the terrible truth weeks later when Elias's body was finally properly identified.

The most striking discovery, however, came from an old diary donated to the historical society decades earlier by Josephine's own granddaughter entries revealing that Josephine had never actually recovered from that tragic loss, mourning Elias faithfully for the remainder of her considerably long life, refusing every subsequent marriage proposal despite her family's persistent efforts.

"I loved him completely," one particularly poignant entry read. "I've waited my entire life since that terrible night, hoping somehow, impossibly, we might properly reunite eventually. I don't believe love like ours simply ends with *****. I refuse to believe that."

Delphine felt tears gathering as she read, moved deeply by decades of matching, parallel grief Elias trapped at the crossing, Josephine faithfully mourning him her entire subsequent life, neither one ever properly informed the other had remained genuinely devoted despite tragic circumstances.

She returned to the crossing that same evening, eager and emotional, ready to finally share her discoveries with Elias's patient, waiting spirit.

to be continued... 🚂💔