FBI FRAUDSTERS LIST!! Is It Right To Say IGBO’s Are The Greedy Ones


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2. This post was not created to berate/insult or make anyone feels belittled because they belong to a particular tribe.

Hello Everyone,

Some days ago, FBI released the list of 77 Nigerians involved in massive Frauds in the US, just in case you missed the news, Click here to read the News + See the Full List of the Names

A closer looks at that list shows that 90% of those listed there are Igbos and this has since caused a lot of troubles on Social media.

Some Sad Things That Have Happened Ever Since FBI Released The List

➤ Western Union in Texas (State with the largest Nigerian population in the U.S) ban Money transfers to Nigeria

➤ Some American Companies already closed down their Nigeria’s offices claiming Nigerians are not trustworthy.

Igbos Are Much In Different Prisons All Over The World

➤ Many Nigerians are of the opinions that Igbos are the one soiling the Country’s name all over the world as far as Drugs and Fraud are concerned.

➤ According to many on Social media, they said Igbos top the list of Nigerians in Prisons all over the World for crime ranging from Cyber frauds to Drug Trafficking to 419, etc

Now, in all sincerity, forget the Tribe, answer these questions below
Is It Right To Say Igbos Are The Greediest Tribe In Nigeria?

Are The Igbo Guilty Of Most Of The Atrocities Destroying The Reputations Of Nigeria?

We really want to hear from you all as regards this very important issue.

Drop your comments

Source: Naijaloaded



Last week, the United States Department of Justice released a statement announcing that 80 defendants, most of whom are Nigerians, have been charged with conspiracy to commit fraud, conspiracy to launder money, and aggravated identity theft. In a 145 page document, these Nigerians are alleged to be involved in schemes resulting in the fraudulent transfer of fraudulently-obtained funds of about $46 million. The suspected fraudsters targeted victims in the United States and across the globe, including individuals, small and large businesses, and law firms. Some of the victims, mostly elderly individuals seeking love relationships, have lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in one fell swoop. While a few have been arrested in the United States, the report told of how most of them live in Nigeria – and from the names i saw, all 80 but one are of the Igbo ethnic group and males.

For those who do not know, Nigeria is one of the most heterogeneous country in the world with over 400 ethnic groups. It was therefore intriguing to see that all but one of these alleged fraudsters are of the Igbo stock; a people known to be the most industrious and driven ethnic group in the country. The Igbos are (particularly in the world of business) one of the most hardworking and success driven people on earth seeing that an Igbo man/woman has the ability to sell snow to an Eskimo. Such is the drive of the Igbo people that we often joke that: if you find yourself in any Nigerian village and you do not see Coca-cola and an Igbo man there, you must run away because that village is cursed. Due to their drive for financial success, the Igbos are everywhere in Nigeria and around the world (even in ice cold Siberia) running both legitimate and illegitimate businesses.

In business, the Igbo system of apprenticeship is one of the most successful business models as it has empowered many Igbo men, young men who ‘served’ their ogas (masters) for at least seven years and at the end were given the capital to start-up their own businesses. Growing up in the northwestern city of Kaduna, some of my childhood friends were Igbo boys who served their ogas who are engaged in different businesses. Today, and years after they were ‘settled’, most of them are millionaires while I and other non-Igbos are still struggling to find our financial feet. This Igbo apprenticeship business system ensured that the Igbos are easily the most successful (in terms of wealth) ethnic group in Nigeria such that on Sundays, young Igbo boys who are still serving their ogas have enough money to spend on drinks and on isi-ewu (goat pepper soup). For these boys, spending money “nor be ploblem” because they are in business.

Sadly, this laudable business model that launched many Igbo youths into wealth have largely been abandoned and this is why 79 names on this list of internet fraudsters are Igbos. You see, it is almost second-nature for an Igbo man to show off his wealth among his peers/age group and so the average Igbo man would work so hard from January to November just so he can travel to his village to show off the ‘fruits’ of his labor in December (Onwa December) during the Yuletide. This happens because the typical Igbo family, society/community is wealth driven and most Igbo men are pressed to “make it big” – and it is this insatiable hunger and impatience to “make it big” that has pushed many Igbo boys to abandon the legitimate but slow apprenticeship business program to engage in the illegitimate and quick money spinning world of internet fraud and drug trafficking.

An all but one Igbo name on this list does not make every Igbo person a fraudster – but it says a lot about how young men in Igboland are been pressurized, directly and indirectly, by their families and the society to make money since for many Igbo families, wealth is the first way to measure success. Of course other ethnic groups in Nigeria are guilty of this but with this list and many other reported crime cases, the Igbos are in a class of their own. This is the truth but beyond the reactions from this list, the Igbos themselves must look at the root cause of this and work towards changing the narrative. Changing the narrative means parents, family members and the society must desist from pilling pressure on young Igbo men to get rich quick. Changing the narrative also means educating and re-educating Igbos that money is not the only way to measure success, no matter how important having money is.

© Chad Otsapa

Xenophobia: Two Nigerians hacked to death in South Africa — INFORMATION NIGERIA

Two Nigerians have been stabbed to death in South Africa, according to latest reports. Goziem Akpenyi and Bonny Iwuoha, were killed in the wake of a newly awakened xenophobic attack in Johannesburg and Cape Town on Friday and Saturday. The murders were confirmed by Odefa Ikele, assistant public relations officer, Nigeria Union in South Africa…

via Xenophobia: Two Nigerians hacked to death in South Africa — INFORMATION NIGERIA



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Last week, Deji Adeyanju; one of the many self-annointed ‘activists’ in Nigeria (some of us know Mr. Deji to be a PDP member and one of that political party’s poster and attack boys) came out of two months detention in police custody to inform us that his friend, fellow ‘activist’ and Convener of the Our Mumu Don Do pressure group; Charly Boy, collected money, prior to the 2019 presidential election, from Festus Keyamo (SAN); the Spokesman for the Buhari Campaign Organization, to make a diss song titled “Another Guy Man Wan Enter” against Alhaji Atiku Abubakar; PDP’s ‘defeated’ presidential candidate in the February 2019 Nigerian General Elections.

Charly Boy agreed that this happened – but that he was being paid for his ‘intellectual property’ as a musician and that in the song, he also dissed Festus Keyamo’s boss; President Buhari – so it was not a personal attack on only Atiku and the PDP. In an interview with RootsTV Nigeria (the video is available on YouTube), Charly Boy confidently and while licking his lips, told Nigeria that Festus Keyamo paid heavy money for the song, in NINE FIGURES. Wow!!! Yes, NINE!!! So, what Festus Keyamo; who Charly Boy referred to as his boy in the interview, paid him for A SONG is a figure between N100,000,000 and N999,000,000. Now, this song is less than 10 minutes and to be paid such a huge amount by a political party’s campaign organization in a third world country like Nigeria is a very, very good business for Charly Boy. And boy, there are many Charly Boys in Nigeria and in the states.

In the same interview, Charly Boy; the self-proclaimed Area Father of Nigeria, went further to, amidst smiles and whilst fondling with his 10 ‘diamond’ rings placed in each finger, told us that Deji Adeyanju who is now shouting and the one who exposed the ‘business’ transaction between him and Festus Keyamo (there is a leaked audio tape about this) did so because he (Charly Boy) refused to (immediately) share the money with him (Deji). These two men are individuals ‘fighting’ for the rights of Nigerians and for the betterment of the country through enlightening ordinary citizens on our MUMU (for readers who are not Nigerians, “mumu” is a word used to describe a foolish and stupid person) and how it is costing us dearly.

True, Nigerians have been mumus for so long seeing how several leaders have primitively stolen from local, state and federal treasuries in broad daylight while we watch them like zombies. In Nigeria, the most thriving industry where you’d invest N10 today and harvest N1000000 the next day is politics. All you need do is contest an election, rig and manipulate the result so you’d win and boom, you have unrestricted and unlimited access to wealth. And my dear, if you believe that Nigerian businessman Aliko Dangote is the richest man in Nigeria and Africa, your own mumu now has a Ph.D. See eh, there are many politicians in Nigeria who are richer than Mr. Dangote – and this is so because the mumu, the foolishness of millions of Nigerians is legendary. Why so? We are easily deceived and cowed into silence by leaders so we rarely demand for accountability, fairness, justice and responsibility from them. In Nigeria, citizens (the employers and the custodians of power, authority and legitimacy) are afraid of their leaders (the employees) instead of the other way a round. Here, citizens are obediently, fabulously and extraordinarily mumu.

Before you get angry with me for referring to us (myself included) as mumus, think about it. It is our acknowledged and known mumuness that would make a Festus Keyamo (obviously representing his principal; President Muhammadu Buhari) to pay such a huge sum of money (Charly Boy called it HEAVY MONEY) for a song, in a country where poverty, starvation, homelessness and rising job losses and unemployment are lived realities of millions of its citizens, a country globally recognized as the world headquarters of abject poverty. It is our collective mumuness that ensures that (Festus Keyamo and leaders know how mumu we are) after this kind of damning revelation, we carry on as if nothing has happened. In other countries, this kind of discovery would push citizens out to the streets to demonstrate – but because the average Nigerian is a mumu, we go say “it is well”. Ah, Nigerians – we are a religious mumu bunch.

Charly Boy (and many others like him) are becoming richer from dealing with government (states and federal) – because they know that the monies they are paid for doing these ‘jobs’ for the government is far more than the service rendered. Why? It is “Shut-Up Money”. See eh, it is only in a mumu country that a political diss song (a song many Nigerians have not even listened to) would be so handsomely (and beautifully) rewarded by an ‘ordinary’ campaign organization. Where did Festus Keyamo get that money from? If you do not know that it is from the federal treasury (our money oh) that he FETCHED it from, your own mumu has just Usain Bolted into madness. With this revelation, can we still say that President Muhammadu Buhari has integrity or argue that Mr. President was unaware of this deal between Festus Keyamo and Charly Boy?

Kai!!! Nigeria is officially a mumu country. Google and Wikipedia, take note.

© Chad Otsapa


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Who else remembers that primary school book that narrated the story of Owie the Flute Player? As I still remember, the story was told of how a certain Owie was the best flute player in his village and in surrounding villages – such that he was respected and revered just as the king of his village and others. No important ceremony in his village or surrounding villages is complete without Owie’s presence and performance. And whenever kings and queens were angry or sick, they only needed to listen to Owie play his flute and boom, happiness and wellness is restored. Yes, Owie was that ‘importanter’.

One day, superstar Owie decided to test his importance and how much his people love him, even though these was never in doubt. He planned with his wife (she tried unsuccessfully to stop him) to pretend that he had died. On D-Day, na so Owie’s wife begin weep uncontrollably and everyone, including the king, rushed to their residence where she told them, amidst torrents of tears, that Owie is dead. This SAD news threw the king and the villagers into mourning such that everyone refused to eat, drink or go to the farm and market. The king tore his royal rope in anguish and wept uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Owie was hiding pretty in the bush and his wife would go feed and update him of how much the king and the villagers miss him, of how they wont eat or drink or farm. He was happy and felt very important.

After some days, Owie strolled into the village and as expected, the king and the villagers were so happy to know he is alive such that the king threw a feast in his honour and of course, Owie played his flute like never before. Everyone was very happy and they danced until their clothes tore. Life returned to normal with Owie’s return and everywhere was stew. The king also increased Owie’s wages to ensure that he is very comfortable. But after some months, Owie (still against his wife’s warning) decided to fake his death again and as expected, the king and the villagers were thrown into another rounds of tears and sadness. Life without Owie the Flute Player is unimaginable. And as before, after some days Owie resurfaced and boom, happiness and laughter was restored. Yes, Owie was like a god.

But yet again, and for the third time, Owie (still against his wife’s pleas and advice) faked his death. Ah, the king and every villager were once again thrown into uncontrolled weeping, sadness and unhappiness. No one ate, drank or went to the farm and market. Husbands refused to touch their wives at night and wives wouldn’t have opened up even if they attempted. This was how much Owie the Flute Player was revered in his village and environs. As before, the king tore his purple royal ropes. But while Owie’s disappearing acts were happening, one young boy was learning how to play the flute. Owie was his mentor and all along, he’s been SECRETLY learning from Owie (because Owie wouldnt teach anyone his unique skills). This boy told himself that he wants to be like the influential Owie when he grows up.

And while Owie was still hidden in the bush this third time and basking in the news that the king and villagers are sad and unhappy over his THIRD ‘demise’, a big occasion was to take place in the village and the services of a very good flute player was needed. Oh, how they miss Owie!!! Several flute players from the village and surrounding villages were sampled but none came kilometers close to Owie. Owie’s wife went to the bush to beg Owie to return seeing how important the event is to the king and the villagers, but he refused reveling in the TRUTH that they could not find anyone as good as he is. One day, he was still in the bush when a very sweet-sounding, euphonious, slivery, melliflucious melodic sound hit his ears. Hell, that is not Owie playing na? Who else can be so good like Owie or better sef? Hell, who can rival Owie? Ah, Owie decided to go see for himself oh.

He hurriedly, but still hiding, walked back to the village where he saw the king and the villagers very happy and dancing to the flute of this new flute player – and as they danced, they chorused saying “Owie is dead and we miss him but God has given us a young boy who is many times better than Owie”. Owie couldn’t bear listening to the praises of someone else, no least a boy, and so he jumped out from where he was hiding and seized the flute from the boy; the same boy who had secretly learnt how to play the flute like him. Owie apologized to the king and the villagers and told them that he is not dead and that he can play the flute better than this SMALL boy. But this time, the king and the people told him to go back to wherever he came from because for them, he is dead and God has replaced him with someone who is many times better than he ever was. Owie was thus banished from his village – and of course his wife refused to go with him. Hehe.

Truth is, today you may be the most important person where you are – but don’t kid yourself, you are replaceable and the person who replaces you can be many times better than you. Some husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, CEOs, Presidents, Governors, colleagues, friends, etc behave like Owie because they believe they are irreplaceable, they believe nothing works until they are around. Hey big head, Andrew Carnegie was once the world’s richest man just as our amiable Mr. Bill Gates is no longer the world’s richest man. Friends, do not allow pride and an EXAGGERATED feeling of importance make you lose your position in people’s lives, government or institution. Sir/ma, humility is a virtue and if you no get am, it is not too late to begin learn am. Refuse to be like Owie the Flute Player. Refuse to take people for granted.

© Chad Otsapa




When we worry and complain about Nigeria having 87.9 million people, from an estimated population of 200,962,417, living below the Poverty Line/living in abject poverty, I reckon that many of us do not know the import of this. If you dey live in abject poverty and below the Poverty Line, e mean say other poor people (those above the line) dey better than you. E mean say dem go dey call you poor. E mean say your own poor is the lowest stage in the hierarchy of poverty. And do we know that extreme/abject poverty (the extreme lack of food and life’s basics) is the root of all evil? Do we also know that many theories have successfully argued that armed robbery, prostitution, drug abuse, domestic violence, corruption, thuggery, insecurity, witchcraft, jealousy, hatred, etc have their root in poverty (or the fear of poverty)?

Friends, the 87.9 million extremely poor people we have in Nigeria are more than the combined populations of Portugal, Sweden, UAE, Hungary, Senegal, Rwanda, Chad, Isreal, Norway, Jamaica, Gambia, Gabon, Slovakia, Uruguay, Slovenia, Cape Verde, Czechoslovakia, Monaco, Luxembourg, Togo, Djibouti, Iceland and Malta. What does this mean? It means the population of extremely poor Nigerians (emphasis on EXTREME) can effectively make up a country and they can have their own president, state governors and local chairmen. It means that poverty in Nigeria is now legitimate and enjoys sovereignty. It means that poverty in Nigeria is organized, self-sustaining and has institutions. In Nigeria’s over 200 million citizens, 87.9 million people are extremely poor, more than half of this (55 million) are poor, half of this 55 (26 million) are living on the edge of poverty (what we call Middle Class) and the rest (less than 20 million) are the well-to-do and the rich (who are mainly politicians and their families).

Having a poor country within a very, very rich country is unfortunate and embarrassing and we may as well grant Nigeria’s extreme poor independence seeing that we do not care about them. Like Australia whose ancestors were hardened criminals dumped there from around the world to die, but decided to make the best of their situation, Nigeria’s extremely poor can as well become independent from Nigeria so they’d take their destinies into their own hands. Nigeria is VERY rich in both material and human resources and it has no business been the Poverty Headquarters of the world – but it is so because of two reasons: continuing bad and selfish leaders and elites AND a docile and easily-deceived followers and ordinary citizens. Search me but the average Nigerian is educated but he/she can be easily deceived by an uneducated leader and elite. Why? Being educated but poor saps your brain of it’s reasoning abilities.


Governments (states and federal) constantly tell us that they are performing and roll out figures and numbers to prove they are ‘working’ and it is a shame that educated people; who ought to know better, are those clapping for these brazen lies by Government. Friends, do not be deceived, the most effective way to know that a government is performing is to look at the development index of ordinary citizens. What is the cost of food and can the ordinary man/woman afford them? Do ordinary citizens have access to quality healthcare and quality education? Do ordinary citizens have access to clean and portable water? Do ordinary citizens have security of life and property? Do ordinary citizens enjoy the benefits of surrendering their powers to government? Of course, there would always be poor people in every community and country but what is the numbers? What is the percentage of the poor to the general population? And is the number of the poor in Nigeria reducing or increasing? These are the issues – and how to rate a government.

The 2019 General Elections is almost a wrap (as we wait for its conclusion this Saturday, 23rd) and I have noticed that many people who constantly flood social media with their biased partisan messages have gone quiet. But for some of us; those who are patriots and nonpartisan, the task of service to Nigeria is not a destination, neither is it seasonal. Nigeria is not getting better and it behoves on us to be the conscience and pulse of the country – and until we deliberately fight and win the war against poverty in our country, the many ills herein would continue to fester. And if we cannot stem the rising tide, let Nigeria grant its poor political independence.

© Chad Otsapa

Senan The Local Government Chairman- By Senan Murray

Senan the Local Government Chairman!


It’s a cool Monday morning in Lagos, but I really don’t want to go out today. I fear that Lagos people would look at me and hiss in that long annoying way that only Lagos people can when they see me walking around with my shoulders raised like a local government chairman’s! They wouldn’t care to find out the burden I bear before passing judgement. So I’m wondering whether I should head to the job.

Here’s free advice for anyone who uses one of those shaving creams to get rid of unwanted hair on their body, especially those tender hidden parts: first turn on the tap to be sure it’s running before you start applying that stuff!

I’m in the bathroom, performing my weekly morning rituals, which often involve shaving the armpits. Without first checking the tap, I just started scooping vats of the “Magic Razorless Cream Shave” to my underarms. I then proceeded to wait for the recommended four minutes for the job to be done before simply washing off the unwanted fur.

While waiting, I decided to see what new subjects Nigerians were talking about on social media. And social media being like a pretty girl who keeps teasing you with her fluttering shovel-length eyelashes, I forgot to keep track of time until my burning armpits reminded me it was time to wash off the cream shave.

I dropped the phone and turned on the tap. Nothing. Just a mocking hiss, the type you hear somewhere on Mainland, probably Oshodi. I turned it off and turned it back on again. The hiss, which I had imagined promised flow of water at some point had stopped. I dashed out of the bathroom, towel almost falling off to look for my phone so I could call the caretaker of my building to do something about the water. After searching for close to five minutes, I panicked because my armpits were now a raging California ‘wild’ fire!

I had finished using all the four-letter words I knew – was shocked to realise that I had quite a decent vocabulary here that was just redundant – when I remembered that the blinking phone was in the bloody bath room! I dashed back into the bathroom and called Mike the caretaker. He answered like I had just interrupted something he was doing that involved his girlfriend. Even though I lay his salary, I was practically on my knees begging Mike to please do something about the water. He promised to go up to the second floor where the booster pump and water storage tank were to see what the matter was.

Ten minutes later, still no water and Mike was still upstairs fiddling with the plumbing bits and getting no where. I suddenly remembered that I had one of those water dispensers tucked away in the corner behind the dining table. I ran over there and ripped off the big transparent bottle, spilling some water ok the marble floor.

A moment later, I was back in the bathroom, washing off the shaving cream from my armpit and screaming in agony. The hair was coming with bits of top skin. I hated the shaving cream. I hated Mike. I hated his girlfriend. I hated my flat. I hated the shiny useless silver tap. I hated Lagos. I just wanted to leave this place and go to my farm!

But I have a meeting scheduled with my new boss today. I have to attend this meeting and I’m absolutely worried about what impression I would make on her walking in with my shoulders raised like a local government chairman’s.

©Senan Murray 2019