Dudus gets 23 years in prison
2012-06-08 11:43:04 | (0 Comments)
Christopher ‘Dudus’ Coke – file photo.Confessed Jamaican gangster Christopher ‘Dudus’ Coke has been sentenced to 23 years in prison.
The sentence was handed down a short while ago in the Southern District Court in Lower Manhattan in the United States.
The 43-year-old was facing a maximum sentence of 23 years.
The sentencing of Coke this morning by United States district judge Robert P. Patterson in a New York court, brings to end a chapter in the history of Jamaica, which intrigued and engulfed the entire island state.
Coke’s fall from the undisputed don of the Jamaican underworld to a US felon started in September 2009, with an extradition request from the United States for the man, who was a patron saint to the residents of Tivoli Gardens, a menace to law enforcement officials and a powerful figure to local politicians.
The extradition request led to a protracted dispute between the governments of Jamaica and the US.
The dispute lasted for almost a year and ended with then Prime Minister Bruce Golding acceding to the US request and sending both the Jamaica Defence Force and the Jamaica Constabulary Force into Tivoli Gardens to arrest Coke in May 2010.
The ensuing standoff between the armed forces and gunmen resulted in the death of at least 73 persons, one soldier and many unanswered questions.
Coke was not captured in the offensive, but he was held about a month later, allegedly disguised with a woman’s wig, in the company of clergyman Al Miller.
He waived his right to fight his extradition to the US and has been awaiting trial and sentencing since.
PLEASE, help me. I have been betrayed by someone I felt I could trust, now she is employing cheap blackmail to cover-up for her betrayal. What I am yet to understand is why people behave this way.
I am so disappointed and would be devasted if she eventually made good her threat. I am 28 years old, I was posted to Rivers State four years ago for my youth service. I was lucky to be retained and given full employment by the bank I served with.
I have since moved on to two other banks for better payment and good condition of service; courtesy aunt Philo.
Aunt Philo was my direct boss during my service year. One way or the other, we became close friends. I learnt that she lost her husband many years ago, and a son who was a year older than I was then, her son resided in the UK. He came home once in a while on visits. Aunt Philo liked me because I am very hardworking and according to her, because of my natural marketing skills. That was why she took me with her, whenever she changed her job and she always made sure I got a good pay.
After my youth service, I had to move out of my bank’s corpers lodge. Accommodation wasn’t much a problem to me because my maternal aunt and her family stayed at Port Harcourt, so I moved in with them as a result of the cordial relationship we enjoyed, I often visited her and spent the weekend with her.
Everybody who knew us called her my mother and she also used to joke that God has compensated her for a daugther she desired but could not have.
Aunt Philo, introduced me to the fun of the city. I wasn’t really an introvert, but my parents are the very strict type and from my chilhood days, we (my siblings and I) have been trained to be contended with what we had. We were raised by strict Christian parents and a capital NO to aristos was one of the rules in our house, as my mother would not stop drumming it into our ears that dating other women’s husbands was very sinful.
I had several admirers both young and old and I always stood my ground, that I would not date any of them. It was aunt Philo who encouraged me to date my first aristo – an army general.
I could remember the first day I went out on a date with him, I had stayed the weekend at my aunt’s place and the general came to pick me for our date at her place. When I came back, she wanted to know all that happened. I saw nothing wrong in telling her, because I saw it as no more than an ordinary outing.
This became the trend.
Whenever I needed to go out with the general, I would sleep over at her place and we always had a lot to talk about. The first time the general had sex with me, he took me to Dubai for the weekend. It was my first trip outside Nigeria. Aside from being nice, the general was also very generous. He brought a lot of things for me and he also bought so many things for my aunt.
When I returned on Sunday and as usual I gave her the gist of everything that happened during the trip. I was however shocked when she started crying and I tried to pacify her. When she eventually stopped crying, she said the general and his generousity reminded her of her late husband. I really did not know what to say to her. I learnt from her that her late husband was also an Army personnel. But I could not see why she had to cry because, the general took me on a trip.
She resigned from the banking industry to start her own business, but I remained in the system. She gave me a lot of support and I was grateful for that.
After the general, I also met and dated other men, until I met Frank, a young naval officer who wanted to marry me. Just before I met Frank, my aunt’s family had to move back to Lagos from Port Harcourt, I had no problem getting a good accommodation. One of my aunt’s flats was vacant by then. She asked me to move in, but I insisted on paying.
She has a three-bungalow apartment. She lives in one, rented one out and the third one she reserved for her son whenever he came home on visit.
Her tenant, moved out and I moved in. I was always in her apartment, but it was good to know that I had my own place.
When I met Frank, I decided to put an end to aristo era in my life, but aunt Philo said I shouldn’t be a fool that I could play along. She said that there was nothing wrong in dating Frank and still keeping my aristos.
I took her advice and found myself entertaining some of my guests in her apartment even when Frank was around. Frank had no cause to suspect any foul play and I felt I was equally playing safe.
WHENEVER Frank was in town or with me at my own flat, I would entertain my other male friends at Aunt Philo’s place. Neither my aristo nor frank thought otherwise because we were all used to her.
On a fateful day, I had a guest, a handsome guy who came in from the United States and I noticed that Aunty Philo was unusually friendly with him, so I was a little bit skeptical about leaving him with her. I should let you know that Aunty Philo is an unrepentant flirt. She would flirt with any man in trousers, younger men are her trade in stock.
Frank was around for the weekend, so she had Austin to herself in their apartment. I kept shuttling between my apartment and hers and when it got to a stage, Frank suggested that we move to aunty Philo’s apartment, if what I had to do there was more important to me, I had no choice but to relax and stay back with Frank. When I accused Aunty Philo of flirting with Austin, her reply shocked me, “Na because of only you God create beter tin?” was her reply.
After this incident, I became very careful. I decided to do away with some of these men and I made up my mind not to entertain any of my friends, if I must have any, in her house again.
She noticed this and started asking me questions, I explained to her that my decision to go low profile had nothing to do with her, but because I had made up my mind to take my affair with Frank seriously, she told me I was a fool, but I didn’t mind.
Not that I stopped having flings, but I did not bring my dates home again. I was careful so that my decision did not affect my relationship with her at home. Three months ago, Frank had to travel out of the country for an official course. I promised him I would be of good behaviour; not that he had any cause to doubt my sincerity and integrity to our relationship because he never caught me at anything, but I personally made up my mind to be good.
Two weeks after Frank’s depature, I came home late from the office to meet a guest waiting for me at Aunty Philo’s. He was my very first aristo; the guy who took me to Dubai. He’d been out of the country and out of town for some months. He communicated with me for some months, but later, there was communication gap.
He said he had tried to reach me so he could inform me that he would be in town but couldn’t. That was impossible because I had changed my line. I exchanged pleasantries with him, but could not ask him to come over to my flat because Aunty Philo was already entertaining him.
I had to seat with him and pretend all was well, while watching aunty flirt with him. When it was time for him to leave, he collected my new number and tried to find out if all was well between me and aunty. I said there was no problem. I was also shocked when he asked when my wedding ceremony would be. He said Aunty Philo told him I would soon be getting married, but I told him not to mind her. He promised to see me the following week, but he could not make it.
I travelled down south to see my family, returned home on Sunday evening by the last flight and went to Aunty Philo’s flat. I wouldn’t have gone into her flat if I had not seen my aristo’s car parked outside.
I entered into the flat and found the two of them entwined on the sitting room carpet making love. I was shocked and when they saw me, both of them were shocked too. I walked out. Colonel dressed up and came over to apologise, but I told him there was no need for apologies.
I asked him to leave, he did that night, but he did not stop calling my line. Aunty Philo did not say anything, even when I greeted her the following morning on my way to the office, she did not answer me. Since then, she has refused to speak with me. But I heard that she told some people that if I tried to make any trouble with her she would tell Frank everything she knows about me. Are you sure she would this? Please, Aunty Taiwo, help me.
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MyTV9 Star Finalist Lauren Bramwell Porcher
Published : Friday, 25 May 2012, 1:37 PM EDT
(WTNH) – Meet MyTV9 Star Finalist Lauren Bramwell Porcher.
Lauren earned her BA in Mass Communications (Radio/TV/Film) in May 2010.
She started two college radio shows in her college dorm room with an idea, a pen and notebook and they both ended up being local and international successes with thousands of listeners.
Her hobbies include listening to music, especially reggae and dance hall, dancing, writing, traveling and, of course, fashion and hair design.
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