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While heading home this evening, I was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of hunger. The snowfall added to my discomfort, instilling a biting cold that seemed to seep into my bones. In an attempt to find some respite, I decided to stop by Tim Hortons for a warm cup of coffee. As I sipped my coffee, my thoughts wandered to what I should eat next. That's when I spotted McDonald's across the street. Resolving to treat myself, I thought, "Why not enjoy a Mc Cafe along with some French fries and a regular burger?" So, I stepped in.

The ordering process at McDonald's was impressively efficient, thanks to the automated ordering machines. The service was fast and swift, a hallmark of modern technology in action. However, I soon realized a minor hiccup in my order - I wanted to change a specific spice. Unfortunately, it was too late; my order had already been processed. This moment underscored a stark reality for me: if I were interacting with a human, I could have easily communicated my change of preference. But here I was, dealing with a machine, unable to make a simple alteration.

As I sat there, consuming my dinner, a thought lingered in my mind. The machine that took my order had replaced a job that once belonged to a human being. It was a stark reminder of the relentless pace of technological evolution and how it reshapes our world. This led me to ponder: Is this progression truly beneficial?

I would also like to seize this opportunity to address those with an open mind, particularly those considering migrating to other countries. It is crucial to understand that these countries frequently change their policies. Sometimes these changes favor immigrants, and other times, they do not. My advice is not to rush into selling your property, borrowing money, or sacrificing significant assets to travel. Instead, conduct a thorough self-assessment. Ask yourself crucial questions like, "What are my values?" "What skills do I possess?" and "What can I contribute to the country I am planning to move to?"

The harsh reality is that many jobs we hope to rely on in these countries are now occupied by robots. To succeed, one must have a relevant career or a highly in-demand skill. For those who haven't pursued formal education, don't lose hope. If you possess a skill that is in high demand, you are still valuable. The critical question to ask yourself is: "Can I perform tasks that robots cannot?"

This narrative serves as a reflection on the changing dynamics of our world, where technology increasingly intersects with our everyday lives and decisions.

Chukwuebuka Nwobodo murdered Felicia Johnson - US Police

******Suspect Googled ‘How to Be a Serial Killer’ Before Disappearing

Police in Houston, Texas, are searching for a man they believe killed and dismembered a missing woman last seen on April 16. Chukwuebuka Nwobodo, 28, is wanted for murder and tampering with evidence in relation to the disappearance of Felicia Johnson, a lady he met on Snapchat in April, cops say.

According to Fox News, Nwobodo, 28, allegedly agreed to pay Johnson $500 during a Snapchat interaction for a physical “meet up” on April 16.

Investigators said Nwobodo bought a power saw, towels and trash bags after Johnson’s disappearance on April 17.

The suspect was also reported to have googled “how to be a serial killer,” “how to get away with murder,” “can bleach destroy DNA?” and the “most forested part of Houston,” during the period.

Nwobodo was first questioned when the police found a gun, gloves, a large kitchen knife and. a shovel in his car on May 13. He was later released but has not been seen since then

Johnson, 24, was reported missing on April 16, after her blood-covered phone was discovered off a roadway. Detectives later determined that Nwobodo picked up Johnson from an apartment complex and took her to his apartment — her last known location.

A Houston Police Department press release is suggesting that Nwobodo killed Johnson inside his apartment before dropping her body and personal belongings in a a park.

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Ned Nwoko’s daughter, Julia Nwoko weds baby daddy in Canada.

Julia Nwoko, one of the daughters of businessman and politician, Ned Nwoko has tied the knot.

The stepdaughter of Regina Daniels got married to her baby daddy at a court wedding in Canada.

Julia shared a video of her wedding on her Instagram page, which captured the moment she and her husband exchanged vows in the presence of their close circles.

The child will be a citizen of which country??

Just in: Hilda Baci’s record has been confirmed by GWR.

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MrTee Albino happy birthday Onyeamuma na a*o ririri BlackAlbino cheers to you both new age.

Happy birthday to you my boss BlackAlbino cheers to a new age

Breaking: Court sentences popular Osun Hotelier, Rahman Adedoyin, to d£ath by h@nging

Dr Rahman Adedoyin, the owner of Hilton Hotel in Ile Ife, Osun State, has been sentenced to d€ath by hap@nging over the m¥rder of a Master student of Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU) Ile-Ife, Timothy Adegoke.

The court presided over by the state Chief judge, Justice Oyebola Ojo, found Adedoyin and three of his staff guilty of m¥rder and conspiracy on Tuesday, May 30.

Vanguard reports that Justice Ojo made the declaration while reading his judgment during the ongoing trial of Adedoyin and other suspects in Osogbo.

It would be recalled that Adegoke di£d in controversial circumstances at Hilton Hotel in Ile-Ife on November 6, 2021, three days after he lodged at the hotel to sit for an examination at the school’s distance learning centre in Moro. He was subsequently b by the hotel management in a shallow gr without the knowledge of his family or the police.

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THE MARRIAGE AND DEATH OF SAINT OBI.

His social life was blunted. Perhaps by his reticent disposition.His persona, two dimensional. To a distant public, he was upscale and cool . His manly bearing spoke loud. His onscreen image ironically amplified some idiosyncrasies ; heroics, romantic adventures and traits that did not gel with the mortal privacy that eerily define his quiet and lonely life.

Saint Obi, real name, Obinna Nwafor, was shy, almost bordering on timidity and insecurity. He cherished the pleasantly tranquil interractions among a few friends. He would vanish at any outburst that could upset the poise of such small meetings. As he repeatedly told me, he just wanted to live a cool, quiet and fulfilled life. But, has he lived this cool and fulfilled life he envisioned ? I have my doubts.

I tell Saint's story here with painful tears in my eyes ; because he was a star, a super star whose life turned out a gleam of irony .

Yet, it was this stardom that fetched him his much professed financially strong and powerful wife . And their wedding, that solemn ritual of love would drastically alter the cause of his life and tragically yank him off the creative community that threw him up for the wife to capture and indeed conquer.

Their marriage was at best a dramatization of love. It was quick. He barely told us that he found a wife . Then, the marriage happened. It was something of a mystique, only those involved understood the histrionics that played out . None of us who were his closest pals, who walked with him through the crucible to the crest of his career in Nollywood, none of us was invited.

The distance between us and the guy I admirably called Saint of the Storm had begun . This gulf would widen with each year. We saw him perhaps once in a year after this marriage.

And life actually seemed to have given him a fair shake of the dice. He dressed well, drove big cars and even his skin, in literal lingo, spelt wellness.

The Saint would be blessed with three beautiful children. But not on one occasion were his friends in Nollywood invited for christening or birthday. We were told that his wife was of the topmost hierachy in telecom giant, MTN.

But even if their celebrations were designed to be a rendezvous of the elites of the technocracies that his wife chiefly belonged, you expected that Saint would reach out to a few of his fellow creatives, for even if they would herald his small beginnings , there could be no tinge of shame to it because we all have our journeys and our stories.

And even at that, the actor or cineaste in Nollywood is by no means poor.

But more tragic is the fact that his marriage did not only take away Obinna from his friends, it took him away from Nollywood. Saint stopped acting, absconded from his career and perhaps his calling. It would seem prognostic now. Yes, because I recall leaving my house in Lagos Mainland for his massive office in Lekki, Victoria Island, Lagos.

It was about six years ago. There, I demanded to know why my friend abandoned our industry. He told me with his usual shy expressions that he wanted to focus on some other businesses and also to work behind the camera.

Because his visage was unconvincing to me, I told him in stark terms, that whatever his new vision and pursuits, he must not abandon the trade that made him who he was.

It took another three years for Saint to return to his homies. But when he did, some of the deeply disappointed ones sniggered behind him. This was because the simmering rumours of cracks in his marriage had hit home.

And though secretive in his ways, he knew it was time to open up. And he did. " I do not know why my wife's sibblings see me as a gold digger. They confront me, harass and fight me in my own matrimony. And my wife did nothing to stop them. I work hard, I earn my money . I have never depended on my wife ", he lamented, eyes blurred with tears.

You could tell he was in deep pain. By the next visit, the Saint returned with a deep cut from knife on his left eye. His wife's brothers, he said , scaled the wall fence of their house to attack him.

They were captured by hidden closed-circuit television, CCTV, installed for surveillance and security, he revealed. He reported them at the police station and subsequently acquired a gun to defend himself.

This effectively marked the beginning of the end of his marriage and perhaps Saint Obi's long walk to a sad end. He moved out of his marital home to a new house to begin the reconstruction of his destiny, alone without his wife and worse still without his three beautiful children.

Meanwhile, his wife went to the police to defend her sibblings using her financial power to manipulate the cause of justice, Saint stated unequivocally. The wife also sued for divorce, not in Lagos, but in Ogun state. As Saint put it, "It was to make the journey difficult for me.

But I will not bend neither will I break. I will fight with my last blood to take custody of my children. They love me and they know it will be hard for me to live without them.The divorce is not an issue. My marriage has long been over ", he said with a mix of courage and a quaky heart that betrayed his distress.

About mid last year, however, Obinna took ill. But he told no one. He simply became scarce. He was in and out of hospital, we would later learn. He sold two of his three big SUVs to take proper care of his health and to acquire six camry cars he'd use for Uber. But his vanishing health continued unabated. He seemed to have a premonition of his own passing as he wept repeatedly about not seeing his children.

He emaciated. Life took a grim picture. When I saw him by chance in January 2023, the dude called Saint looked 15 years older than his age. His macho cut had shrunk. His fat wallet was gone. What was left was only his fat will. His eyes seemed lost in their socket. This would be the last time I would see him.

Saint snuck out of Lagos to hang in with his sister in Jos. He told no one.
But a month ago, in April precisely, the once delightful actor who brought joy to many a home broke his icy silence. He called our mutual friend in US to give him a devastating message. He was on a deathbed, he said and wanted our friend to pray for him. " It's not looking good, pray, pray for me ", he appealed passionately.

His next call came on May 1, 2023. This time to his mentor, the man who made him a star with his productions, Zeb Ejiro, OON. He told him with a wavering voice that he had had three surgeries but was still in hospital in Jos. He averred again that his situation was not looking good, that he is also in a deep pain, distressed that he could not see his children. But still he begged him not to tell anyone about his ailment.

Such was the life of this creative hermit, a lonely trouper.
I was the first to hear the news of his death late on Sunday, May 7. Having confirmed it, I called Zeb Ejiro . " I have a very bad news my brother, Zeb ", I began. " What is it, what is it, ", he asked anxiously. "A big star has fallen in Nollywood ". Zeb broke down in tears. I hadn't said who it was. But sobbing helplessly now, he said, " Don't tell me it is Saint Obi ". Sadly, he was right. May his soul find peace.

- by Zik Zulu Okafor.