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ENDSARS: Fresh stench from Sanwo-Olu’s mass grave (2)
Tunde Odesola
(Published in The PUNCH, on Friday, August 4, 2023)
Doublespeak and reverse psychology are manipulative communication techniques used to deceive the unwary. When you take these techniques to court before a sound judge, they may not work because you may be told to call a spade by its name. A spade is not a rake. Clarity and understanding are the heartbeats of communication.
In law, to approbate and reprobate means to accept and to reject in the same breath. Latin wraps it succinctly in a maxim, “quod approbo non reprobo,” meaning, “That which I approve, I cannot disapprove.”
Let’s quickly visit Mr Glutton to illustrate how the Lagos State Government is approbating and reprobating in the controversy emanating from ENDSARS killings and mass burial of victims.
The brain of Glutton is in his stomach, a moveable e-shrine. His mouth is faster than his feet. Yam on fire. Ogbono aroma purifies the air. Mortar and pestle at the ready. Pepper grinds, oil fries, meat boils; mouths salivate. Ogbono soup set to serenade pounded yam. But impatience gets the better of Glutton, who says, “Isu ni ma je, mi o je iyan.” “I want to eat yam, not pounded yam.”
Just as a table was prepared before David in the presence of his enemies, a plate of steamy yam is set before Glutton. “I need some palm oil and a little salt, no fork,” he said. Each yam went down his throat with the tick of the clock.
Afterwards, the familiar sound of the pestle crushing yam inside mortar overcame the noise of the generator and the whirring of the refrigerator. Soon, white, spongy and lump-free pounded yam is ready.
Mr Glutton, “Ah, this pounded yam looks soft and inviting. Is it not nutritious? I don’t want yam again. I want pounded yam.”
Suuru, who had exercised patience while hunger raged, says, “Never, you can’t eat your yam and have it; you have eaten yam, you can’t eat pounded yam.”
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The month of October, the year 2020 was a season of political correctness. Lagos State Governor, Mr Babajide Olusola Sanwo-Olu (BOS), who had sharply condemned the deployment and presence of soldiers at the Lekki tollgate, later danced ‘Palongo’ to the martial music played by the military high command, saying nobody died at the tollgate.
I add a little ‘s’ to BOSs because the actual BOSS of Lagos is currently on a four-year working vacation, foraging for greener pastures on the rock.
Questions: If nobody died at the tollgate, why did BOSs vehemently distance his government from the deployment and presence of soldiers at the scene, initially, saying, “This is totally against what we stand for.”? Why distance your government from a patriotic intervention — if the soldiers’ blitzkrieg at Lekki was one? Or, was Sanwo-Olu not happy and proud that the soldiers had professionally quelled the stupid riot? Why pretend as if you knew nothing about the deployment?
To buttress the lie that nobody died at the tollgate, the state government said if any family lost their beloved ones, they should produce their corpses for the world to see. This line of defence was parroted by the lowly, and the high and mighty within the ruling All Progressives Congress, who stressed that as no families produced relatives killed at the tollgate, it goes without saying that nobody died at the tollgate.
Ida ahun ni a fi n pa ahun. The tortoise dies by its own sword. Lagos State Government falls on its own sword, too. Defending the mass burial of the 103 corpses allegedly picked up in different parts of the state during the ENDSARS riots, Lagos State says no family members came forward to claim the corpses of their loved ones, adding that it placed paid advertisements in some leading national newspapers and conducted DNA tests on the corpses.
If nobody came forward to claim any of the 103 corpses Sanwo-Olu said were picked up in various parts of Lagos, is it surprising that no family members came forward looking for the corpses of any of the protesters shot dead at the Lekki tollgate? And how do you expect the bereaved to produce the corpses of relatives and friends after the government had packed the corpses and cleaned up the entire scene?
The switching off of the lights and the cameras at the tollgate was a signal for the grim reapers in khaki to move in and feed the protesters to their bullets.
Like the idiots they think we are, let’s swallow the government’s lie that the lights and cameras were turned off to dissuade innocent protesters and make them go home. Was the tollgate cleaned in darkness after the killing? Where is the video of the cleaning? Nigerians deserve to see how the tollgate looks before and after the bloodbath.
That nobody came forward to claim any of the 103 corpses is an indication that Nigerians in general see the federal and state governments as the problem of the country rather than the solution. It’s the same notion people have about government institutions such as the police, military and DSS; Nigerians avoid them to maintain their sanity.
The apathy to death and its news shows that the people are tired of death daily stalking the living on Lagos streets, harvesting unlucky Lagosians at the mercy of terrible hospitals, roads, pharmacies, crises, cutthroat taxes and bad policies.
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In his statewide broadcast after the shooting at Lekki tollgate, Sanwo-Olu gave a seven-day rundown of the riots across the state, starting from October 13 to October 20, 2020, mentioning Ikorodu, Ajeromi, Ilasamaja, Ebute Meta, Adekunle, Fagba, Ogba, Ajegunle, Tin Can Island port as the flashpoints of the riots. Nowhere in his speech did the executive governor say anybody died anywhere across the state. Is that a product of amnesia?
The leaked memo on the ENDSARS casualty figure was what gave Nigerians an idea of the outrageous number of people who died during the riots. The names of the dead, dates and places of burial weren’t contained in any speech or advertisement by the government.
Last Sunday, I visited the State of Texas Capitol located in Austin, the state capital, free of charge. Taller than the United States Capitol in Washington, the 308-foot-tall building houses the Governor’s Office and the legislature. It also houses an Appeal Court and a Supreme Court, both of which are open to members of the public. Visitors are allowed during weekdays too, with tour guides ready to answer questions. The capitol has a staggering $75m underground extension completed in 1993.
As a PUNCH reporter, I covered both the Lagos State Governor’s Office and the Lagos State House of Assembly simultaneously over 20 years ago.
The Texas Capitol belongs to the people. The Lagos Capitol belongs to rulers. One capitol is for service, the other is for propagandists. One capitol protects the other neglects. One governor is Greg Abbot, the other is Babajide Sanwo-Olu.
The openness and caginess of both capitols reflect the importance each attaches to information and service. With the renowned penchant of Nigerian governments to reduce the number of casualties during calamities, the 103 number of corpses adduced by the Lagos State Government is most likely to be a ballpark figure. I fear it could be a political figure. The casualties could be thrice the 103 figure.
For more than three years, a faulty elevator in a Lagos State government hospital was neglected until it killed a young female medical doctor, Vwaere Diaso, plunging her to death from the ninth floor. The negligence can only happen in Sanwo-Olu’s Centre of Excellence.
Oluwashindara is the daughter of my secondary schoolmate, Oludayo. She is a fresh graduate of Kinesiology, at Lakehead University, Thunderbay, Ontario, Canada. Upon hearing of Diaso’s tragic end, she sent this text to her mom, “A young girl who only had two more weeks to finish her housemanship and become a full MD died at a General Hospital inside of a faulty elevator. Honestly, I never knew this girl, but my entire Twitter is always full of recent medical school graduates and I always like their posts because I feel motivated by them. Seeing this girl’s passing really has me in tears.
“As much as I know I should be grateful that I’m not there (in Nigeria), and (that) you (her parents) have done so much to offer me and Ire (elder sibling) this opportunity, I feel so closely tied to that country and a death like this makes me realise that could have been me, or anyone of my close friends.
“It’s a shame what the country has become.”

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Ademola Lookman showed Davido and Kemi Badenoch that wisdom is not by age – Omokri

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Ademola Lookman showed Davido and Kemi Badenoch that wisdom is not by age – Omokri

Recently, the singer David Adeleke was given a global stage to do whatever he wanted and deliver any message.

Sadly, Mr. Adeleke used the opportunity to speak in an American accent. Not only that, he used that American accent to talk down on Nigeria and tell the world not to invest in Nigeria because, as he put it, Nigeria’s “economy is in shambles”.

Coincidentally, a month after his faux pas, Kemi Badenoch, probably inspired by Davido, used her British accent to talk down Nigeria, calling us “a very poor country” where the police rob citizens.

But the interesting thing about her own case is that the next day, the BBC featured a panel of Conservative Party big shots, and one of them, Albie Amankona, a party chieftain from Chiswick, who is also a celebrity broadcaster, said, and this is a direct quote:

“If you are a Brexiteer, and you are saying we need to be expanding our global trade beyond the European Union, we want to be looking at emerging markets for growth, don’t slag off one of the fastest growing economies in Africa.”

Is it not strange that it took the BBC and a British politician to promote Nigeria as one of the fastest-growing economies in Africa?

And just when we thought it was all bad news, God gave us a breath of fresh air in the youthful Ademola Lookman, who used the global podium granted to him by his winning the 2024 African Footballer of the Year award to promote and project Nigeria and the Lukumi Yoruba language to the world.

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Wisdom is not by age. If not, Ademola Lookman, who is just twenty-seven, will not have displayed greater wisdom than David Adeleke, who is thirty-two, and Kemi Badenoch, at forty-four.

Mr. Lookman proved that the age of Methuselah has nothing to do with the wisdom of Solomon.

And it is not as though other ethnicities with global icons do not also project Nigeria. They do.

Dr. Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala spoke Igbo on the podium of the WTO in Geneva. In terms of prestige, she is FAR above Lookman.

My campaign is not for the Lukumi Yoruba alone. It is for all sub-Saharan Black Africans to learn to speak their language and not use ability to speak English or another colonial language as a measure of intelligence.

Besides Lukumi Yoruba and Hausa, every other Nigerian language, including Fulfulde, is gradually dying out.

General Buhari is half Fulani and half Kanuri. Yet, he cannot speak either Fuifulde or Kanuri. But he speaks Hausa and English.

Fact-check me: In 2012, UNESCO declared Igbo an endangered language.

However, the Lukumi Yoruba are to be commended for their affirmative actions to advance their language and culture.

Let me give you an example. All six Governors of the Southwest bear full Lukumi names: Jide Sanwa-Olu, Seyi Makinde, Dapo Abiodun, Ademola Adeleke, Abiodun Oyebanji, and Orighomisan Aiyedatiwa.

No other zone in Nigeria has all its governors bearing ethnic Nigerian names as first and second names. They either bear Arabic or European names as first names or even first and second names.

If we truly want to be the Giant of Africa, we must take affirmative steps to preserve our language and culture so we can have children like Ademola Lookman.

Teach your language to your children before you teach them English. They will learn English at school. Being multilingual is scientifically proven to boost intelligence.

Fact-check me: In the U.S., Latino kids do not speak English until they start school. They learn Spanish as a first language.

Even if you relocate to the UK, the best you can be is British. You can never be English. And if your choice of Japa is the U.S., the highest you can be is an American citizen. You will never become a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant WASP.

Your power lies in balancing ancient and modern, Western and African, English (or other colonial languages) and your native tongue.

That is the way to reverse language erosion, like the Lukumi Yoruba.

Ademola Lookman showed Davido and Kemi Badenoch that wisdom is not by age – Omokri

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Kemi Badenoch’s Hate for Nigeria – Femi Fani-Kayode

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Kemi Badenoch’s Hate for Nigeria – Femi Fani-Kayode

“I find it interesting that everyone defines me as a Nigerian. I identify less with the country than with my specific ethnic group. I have nothing in common with the people from the north of the country, the Boko Haram, where Islamism is. Being Yoruba is my true identity and I refuse to be lumped with the northern people of Nigeria who were our ethnic enemies, all in the name of being called a Nigerian”- @KemiBadenoch.

Dangerous rhetoric

Kemi Badenoch, MP, the leader of the British Conservative Party and Opposition in the @UKParliament, has refused to stop at just denigrating our country but has gone a step further by seeking to divide us on ethnic lines.

She claims that she never regarded herself as being a Nigerian but rather a Yoruba and that she never identified with the people from the Northern part of our country who she collectively describes as being “Boko Haram Islamists” and “terrorists”.

This is dangerous rhetoric coming from an impudent and ignorant foreign leader who knows nothing about our country, who does not know her place and who insists on stirring up a storm that she cannot contain and that may eventually consume her.

It is rather like saying that she identifies more with the English than she does with the Scots and the Welsh whom she regards as nothing more than homicidal and murderous barbarians that once waged war against her ethnic English compatriots!

All this coming from a young lady of colour that is a political leader in a multi-ethnic, multi-religious and multi-cultural country that lays claim to being the epitome of decency and civilisation! What a strange and inexplicable contradiction this is.

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Her intentions are malevolent and insidious and her objective, outside of ridiculing and mocking us, is to divide us and bring us to our knees.

I am constrained to ask, what on earth happened to this creature in her youth and why does she hate Nigeria with such passion?

Did something happen to her when she lived here which she has kept secret?

Was she the victim of some form of deviant behaviour, abuse or perversion that has resulted in trauma, long term psychological damage & mental health issues?

Is this why she sees red and gets her pretty knickers in a twist whenever she hears “Nigeria”?
Why does the mention of the name of our country trigger such compulsive, violent and aggressive emotions and impulses in her?

Given her pathological hatred for Nigerians these are legitimate questions that need to be answered.

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She hates us with what the Bible describes as “a perfect hatred” yet in a much publicised and widely read open letter written in 2010 during her first bid to be elected into the UK Parliament she begged the Nigerian community in her constituency to support her.

At that time, when she still needed us, she identified with Nigerians but everything changed after she was elected.

At that point, in her conflicted and confused mind, all Nigerians became demons, all Englanders became angels and her disdain and contempt for us was unmasked!

She hates us with a perfect hatred yet she still has the effrontery and nerve to haul her rotund posterior back to our country with one Hamish, who I am told is her English husband, to watch polo at the Lagos Polo Club.

This is the same country that she has described as being a lawless jungle and corrupt stinking edifice from which no good can come and that is filled with nothing but apes, monsters and the criminally insane.

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The truth is that the creature called Kemi Badenoch is nothing but a b*tch on heat. She needs to be tamed and caged.

She is Aunty Jemima on steroids and the President of the International House Ni*gers Association.
Her Nigerian passport (if she still has one) ought to be revoked and she should never be allowed to set her leprous foot in our country again.

She should take Vice President Kashim Shettima’s @KashimSM counsel seriously and drop Kemi as her name.
She should formally wipe her maiden name of Adegoke off the record as well and publicly renounce and disavow her father, mother, siblings and Nigerian lineage and heritage.

She does not want to identify with us and we do not want to identify with her.

She sees us as being corrupt and evil and we see her as being the devil incarnate and the spawn of Satan. There can be no fellowship between us.

The truth is that she is no longer a mere irritant or the inconsequential object of our contempt and ridicule but she can now be comfortably and legitimately described as ‘public enemy number one’ of our beloved nation.

She should stick to the affairs of her UK, face it’s ruling Labour Party and it’s Prime Minister Keir Starmer @Keir_Starmer and LEAVE NIGERIA ALONE!

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On a lighter note it is a pity that I stopped playing polo many years ago because if it had been in my days that she attempted to visit the Lagos Polo Club she would not have got past the gate and if she managed to do so our grooms and horse boys would have pasted her self-hating, unpatriotic, ungrateful, treacherous and ever so plain face with Argentinian pony dung before tarring and feathering her.

How times have changed!

 

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•Chief Femi Fani-Kayode is the Sadaukin Shinkafi, a former Minister of Aviation and a former Minister of Culture and Tourism of Nigeria

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The cockroach called Dele Farotimi (1)

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The cockroach called Dele Farotimi (1)

Tunde Odesola

(Published in The PUNCH, on Friday, December 13, 2024)

The official name for cage fight is Mixed Martial Arts. Street fight, known as ‘ìjà ìgboro’ in Yoruba, is the bane of Ibadan people, says the panegyric of Oluyole, the city of brown roofs scattered among seven hills. MMA, I think, is organised street fighting.

But, long before MMA became a global combat sport in 2000, little devils of St Paul Anglican (Primary) School, Idi-Oro, Lagos, and Archbishop Aggey Memorial Secondary School, Mushin, Lagos, engaged in ‘ìjà ìgboro’, the progenitor of Mixed Martial Arts. Retrospectively, I’m guilty of being part of the little devils of both schools.

Because, instead of heeding the ‘blessed are the peacemakers’ injunction in the Holy Scriptures, to ‘inherit the kingdom of God’, what we did as little demons that we were was to add fuel to the embers of hostility smouldering among fellow students.

As soon as you noticed two students in a heated argument, instead of you to sue for peace, the naughty reaction was for you to grab some soil in clenched fists and spread your fists towards the two disputants, daring both pupils to slap one of the outstretched fists: ‘Ení bá lè jà, kó gbon!’

‘Ení bá lè jà, kó gbon!’ was a call to arms. To prove you’re a lionheart ready to fight, you slap the clenched fist open and watch its content pour out to the ground.

So, in a jiffy, you would see friends who were laughing a while ago, engage in a free-for-all instanter. Regrettably, I initiated some of such fights and participated in not a few. You probably can’t grow up in Mushin and be fainthearted.

Taliatu Mudashiru was my friend and classmate in Forms 1 and 2. Occasionally, when I didn’t get dropped off at school by my father, and I had to make it to school on my own, I first trek from our Awoyokun Street residence to Taliatu’s house on Adegboyega Street before both of us would head up to Akinade Ayodeji’s house two blocks away en route to school.

I thought I was stronger than Tali, as we fondly called him, or Pali Tutu (Wet Cardboard) – if the caller was a mischievous classmate – until one day when we disagreed during a break-time chatter involving other classmates.

A peacemaker stepped forward with clenched fists, chanting, ‘K’éyin lè jà, k’émi lé wò’ran, Èsù ta’po si,’ evoking Baba Devil himself. I slapped one of the fists; Tali slapped the other! ‘Ha, Tali ke? I go kill sombodi!’

Toe-to-toe, Tunde rained blows. Tit-for-tat, Tali responded. We upturned desks and seats as the brawl spiralled to the delight of cheering classmates. But it was short-lived as the break-time bell saved the day. We swore at each other but classmates begged us, like peacemakers, to save our punches and wait till after-school hours to throw them.

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After school, excited classmates such as Taliatu Olokodana, Akinade Ayodeji alias Kuruki, Hakeem Adigun alias Slate, Jide Oladimeji alias Agama; Kunle Adeyoju alias Iron Bender, Sunday Pedro Oshokai, Sanmi Okuwobi, Sule Mustapha alias Maito; Olalekan Egungbohun, Kazeem Osuolale alias Oju etc led Tali and me to ‘Ojú Olómo ò to’, an arena so named because no parent or guardian’s eyes ever got to see what happened there.

Only Lukmon Yusuff aka OC, Jide Ajose and Segun Majekodunmi would have separated us if they were around. For his good-naturedness, Jide got the nickname Unreasonable while Segun was called Brother because he belonged to the Deeper Life Church and Yusuff got nicknamed O.C. because of his effectiveness as a football defender.

The ‘Ojú Olómo ò to’ was the playground of a primary school that had closed for the day. Impish classmates sat around the edge of the big field, leaving Tali and I at the centre to unleash the devilry in us.

Tali, bigger and an inch taller, was hoping to use his weight to an advantage, grabbing at me but I knew if he slammed me he would feed me with sand, so I used my fists to keep him off.

We wrestled and boxed and kicked and clawed for God knows how long. There was no referee. There was no timeout. There were only ringside viewers who laughed and cheered every kick and blow and the sight of blood. Tali and I bled all over, spent and gasped for breath.

Then I threw a punch, it caught Tali right in the face, and he first went down in a squat, before flattening out on his back. I should have jumped on him and finished him off, but I was barely breathing. I just left him and I turned away to look for my bag and shoes.

The following day, Tali was looking for me on the assembly ground. He appeared proud of us. He shook hands with me vigorously and we hugged for a long period – like warriors after a pyrrhic victory. He earned my respect, I earned his. Tali probably thought I was a sportsman for not finishing him off when he blanked out, but little did he know that all that was on my mind when he fell was me getting home. I probably would’ve fallen too if the fight had lasted longer.

There are similarities between my fight with Tali and the ongoing fight between one of Nigeria’s heavyweight lawyers, Aare Afe Babalola and human rights activist and lawyer, Mr Dele Farotimi.

I know Nigeria is broken and needs fixing urgently. I know that to fix it, something has to give. I know Nigeria’s coconuts of corruption must be cracked on skulls and the water thereof used as atonement for the nation’s corruption.

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I see many coconuts. I also see the head of Babalola and that of Farotimi. I see other heads, too. But whose skull(s) would crack open the coconuts?

I see a poisonous cockroach encircled by a brood of chickens. Among the chickens is the breed called Supreme. There’s also a breed called Appeal and another breed called High. There’s yet another breed called SANyeri, a name symbolising the breed’s big gowns. The chickens thrust their heads forward, sharply looking right and left, watching intently, communicating in esoteric language. What shall we do to this irritant?

Yet, the cockroach is adamant in the valley of jeopardy, six legs gangling, two antennas roving; person wey wan don die jam person wey wan kill am.

Tali Vs. Tunde. Today, I can’t even remember what caused the disagreement that snowballed into our fight, but I can never forget the pain of the fight. I had thought I would make light work of Tali but I didn’t see his gallantry coming.

Although I’ve never met Baba Babalola, he comes across as a man of commendable philanthropy and frankness. It’s only frankness that could make him stand by the Labour Party and its presidential candidate, Mr Peter Obi, in the 2023 presidential election when the elite of his tribe was queuing behind Asiwaju Bola Tinubu as ‘Shon of the Shoil’.

In the 2023 presidential election, I was neither BATified nor Atikulated just as I wasn’t Obidient. In some articles during the countdown to the election, I called for an overhaul of the 1999 Constitution before the conduct of the general elections, saying none of the presidential candidates would succeed as president if the Constitution wasn’t amended.

I also said there was no ideological difference among the All Progressives Congress, Peoples Democratic Party and Labour Party. If they were different, Nigeria wouldn’t witness six House of Representatives members of the Labour Party defecting to the APC recently, despite LP’s promise of a new Nigeria. While I predict more defections in the coming days, those already defected include Tochukwu Okere (Imo), Daulyop Fom (Plateau), Donatus Matthew (Kaduna), Bassey Akiba (Cross River), Iyawe Esosa (Edo) and Fom Daniel Chollon (Plateau).

In my recommendations, I called for devolution of powers to the states, resource control, independent candidacy and patriotism by the generality of Nigerians for a new order.

And I’ve not repented from my belief that elected Nigerian politicians loot the treasury according to the amount of money available in it, not because one was more decent than the other or one party was better than the other.

This is why I find the anti-corruption campaign of 56-year-old lawyer and human rights activist, Dele Farotimi, assuring though I’m not going to touch the libel stuff just yet.

Although Farotimi is an LP member, his rhetoric resonates with equity, fairness and justice – cornerstones of democracy.

However, there are concave and convex perspectives on the Babalola-Farotimi issue. In secondary school, Physics was intriguing to me, though I found its abstraction intimidating and perplexing. It was in Physics that I learnt about convex and concave lenses. I was taught in secondary school that both lenses are used for correcting short-sightedness and long-sightedness.

Tali died a long time ago. May his soul rest in peace. Baba Afe Babalola is 11 years older than my father who died last March at 84. May the Lord grant Baba Babalola more years in good health, and may he see the end of this war.

To be continued.

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