PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT:

I know some people after reading this will still rub anointing oil on their forehead and move around as if they own Lagos.

Do you remember the story of the prudent man and the simple man in the Bible? The prudent heard there's trouble, he withdrew from the street. But the simple man heard there's trouble on the street. He entered the street and was killed. Read the book of proverbs.

I am giving you this advise for free because I have spent most of my life around Ojo. I know how the mad people behave. They will hurt whoever stray into their net.

This is not the time to move aimlessly around Ojo local government and Iba local council development area.

You will get killed or injured and nothing will happen.

If you are stuck in Badagry and you live at iba, find somewhere around Badagry to sleep tonight. Don't risk coming late today.

If you work on the Island, and you suspect you could get home late due to the traffic around mile 2 and Volks, please don't bother come home. Sleep in your office on the island and move in the morning.

They have been robbing people at Iyana Iba like hell in the last few days.

They are moving freely, hurting people.

Few days ago, a trader going to Badagry was robbed of her #1m on the road. Nothing happened.

Stay where you are.

Iba, Ojo is not safe at the moment.

Don't say you were not told.

Don't bother coming into these towns late tonight.

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