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💔 At 12:17 a.m., cameras caught her on the bridge.
By 1:00 a.m., the water had her. 💔

On the night of April 24, 2021, 19‑year‑old Saniyya Dennis left her dorm at Buffalo State after an argument with her boyfriend that ended their relationship.

She was devastated.

In the hours that followed, she called him 66 times.
She sent alarming texts, including one that said, “I’m not feeling good – I think I’m going to kill myself.”

He was in New York City. He did not respond.

Later, she spoke with a male friend for nearly four hours. She cried. She talked about feeling hopeless. At one point, she even seemed to reconsider harming herself.

But around 11:00 p.m., surveillance video showed Saniyya throwing personal belongings into a campus garbage can — items investigators believed she wouldn’t have discarded if she planned to return.

Shortly after, she swiped her bus card and traveled alone to Goat Island near Niagara Falls.

Around midnight, she texted her mother:
“I love you – I’ll call tomorrow.”

She also told a friend she wouldn’t see him that summer.

At 12:17 a.m. on April 25, 2021, park cameras captured her walking on a bridge near the falls. During a 45‑minute phone call with her friend, she said she intended to jump.

Just after 1:00 a.m., she took a Snapchat selfie with the roaring falls behind her — the mist rising into the dark sky.

Minutes later, she texted someone saying she was heading back to Buffalo.

Phone records later showed that wasn’t true.

Shortly after, her phone left the network.

K9 search teams later tracked her scent to Luna Island, between the American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls. The dogs alerted at the railing — straining toward the violent water below.

For weeks, her family prayed for a miracle.

Instead, in the weeks after her disappearance, Saniyya Dennis’ head was recovered from the lower Niagara River.

Nineteen years old.

A beautiful young Black college student.
A daughter who ended her night with “I love you.”

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Idi Amin's first wife Sarah Kibedi. She went against her parents's wishes and married Amin at the age of 22 in March 1962, just seven months before Uganda's independence.

She converted to Islam and became known as Mariam. However, it didn't take long before she discovered Idi Amin's sexual escapades with different women.

Incensed with Amin's infidelity, she hatched a plan to catch him by lying that she was going to visit her parents in Busoga. To her surprise, Amin did not only encourage her to undertake the trip because she needed a holiday, but also encouraged her to stay longer.

She sneaked back and found Amin with another woman called Kay Adroa. A fight ensued between the two ladies, as Amin tried to calm the situation. Amin later apologised to her and promised never to repeat ,only for him to marry the same woman as his second wife the following week.

In fact, Miriam was not aware of the wedding until she saw her husband and his new catch Kay Adroa exchanging vows on TV in May 1966.

In his book, the Dungeons of Nakasero Apollo Wuod Okello Lawoko recalled how Amin once requested him to give Kay a job at Radio Uganda. She got the job, and Amin would pick her up in the evening after work. One time, Kay came to work with a swollen face and told Lawoko that Amin had beaten her. She then warned Lawoko to keep his distance from Amin because he was capable of doing anything harmful to him.

According to Lawoko, who was serving as the manager of Radio Uganda, one day Amin stormed the Radio Uganda premises, demanding to see his wife, who was presenting a live programme. He promptly punched the programme manager, who tried to explain to him why he could not enter the live studio. He proceeded to the studio yelling madly, grabbed Kay by the collar of her dress and dragged her to his car, and drove off. Henceforth, Lawoko tried to keep his distance from the volatile Amin.

In 1967, rumours began to emerge about Amin having another mistress called Norah.

Both Miriam and Kay decided to confront Amin to explain to them who this Norah was, but Amin gave them a thorough beating.

The following month at a party, Miriam and Kay had just taken their seats when Amin strode in with Norah, his new catch. The two co-wives decided to attack Norah, leading to a serious fight. That evening, Amin took three women (Miriam, Kay, and Norah) home and gave them a thorough beating for embarrassing him in public. The following week, he officially married Norah as his third wife.

But it didn't take long before Amin met another beauty called Madina Najjemba and married her as a fourth wife in 1972. In Madina, Amin believed he had eventually found the right woman. He consequently chased away the other three, telling them they were free to remarry elsewhere. He made this official in a cabinet meeting when he told ministers that henceforth Madina was his only wife.

Unfortunately, he didn't have control over his insatiable lust for women. Just two years after marrying Madina, he fell for a military dancer called Sarah Kyolaba, whom he married in a fancy wedding attended by diplomats and foreign government officials, including Yasser Arafat and Vice President Daniel Arap Moi.

When Kyolaba left Amin in 1982, who was living in exile in Saudi Arabia, she took with her the third of her four children, Faisal Wangita. She spent some time working as a lingerie model in Germany before settling in London, where she opened a restaurant. In 1999, she was arrested and charged under the Public Health Act after customers expressed concerns about cockroach and mouse infestation in her London restaurant.

In 2007, her son Faisal was arrested by the London Metropolitan Police for being part of a London gang that murdered an 18-year-old Somali man in Camden. Feisal was convicted of conspiracy to wound, jailed for five years, and later deported back to Uganda. Sarah died in 2015 in London.

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On Wednesday, 22 June, 2011, Apostle Bimpe, formerly Bimpe Soriolu, a younger sister to the ex-governor of Ekiti State, Mr Ayodele Fayose,visited North Middlesex University Hospital, London, to complain about a small lob on her left breast. At the North Middlesex University Hospital, Sterling Way, London. Bimpe was directed to
go for a mammogram, after which a consultant said that the report was suspicious. He then ordered the biopsy test on the breast tissues and lymph nodes. After these tests, she was asked to report to the hospital a week later. Exactly one week after, Bimpe returned to the hospital as advised, only to meet a team of doctors and breast cancer nurses who broke the news of her harbouring a grade three invasive ductile carcinoma, though the result of her lymph nodes was positive. well. She was, therefore, declared to have a locally advanced breast cancer. The plan at that time was to conduct an investigation and then do a neoadjuvant chemotherapy. She was equally informed that it had become necessary for her to undergo mastectomy, that is, the removal of her breast by surgery. The scan showed a multiple small volume lung and liver metastases. The bone scan did not show any evidence of metastatic bone disease. While still considering the breast removal, a new set of test invalidated the breast removal surgery making it unnecessary as the surgery, was proposed to curtail its spread to other organs. She was told that the disease was not curable and was given the options of treatment. The doctors told her point blank that the cancer was malignant and that she might not live beyond six months. Tears started rolling down her brows, while thoughts ran riot in her brain. There was a time she was abandoned by friends and deserted by family members. To make matter worse, her husband deserted her and even planned to kill her. Throughout her period of tribulation and humiliation, God led her through the shadow of death into a series of evangelical tutelage. Consequently, God used her to heal many hitherto mentally unstable minds, care for the less privileged and preach the words of Christ with astonishing fervour. Picture: Apostle Bimpe dancing on a cart, while well-wishers cheer her What will happen to her four children, two boys and two girls, whom she has been fending for singlehandedly since her husband abandoned her? What will be the fate of those whom God used her to rescue from the bondage of madness and are currently under the care of her ministry in Lagos? “God, why? Why should breast cancer end my entire struggle and stop my mission on earth?” Bimpe thoughtfully inquired from her creator. As these thoughts were running riot inside her and she asked many whys, a feeling of confidence, however, overtook her spirit. “Bimpe, this cancer will not kill you,” an inner voice told her. The doctors itemised what she was expected to do, and was told to come back in two weeks. As she got home, Bimpe called her children and broke the news of her terminal illness and informed them that the doctors said she might not live up to six months. The children burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. However, as they were sobbing, they all held to their mum and prayed. [Apostle Bimpe dancing with friends] Apostle Bimpe dancing with friends Picture: Apostle Bimpe dancing with friends Bimpe broke the news to her family members, friends and other acquaintances. The former governor of Ekiti State, Mr. Ayodele Fayose, broke down in tears, telling her she would not die prematurely but that she would live. Bimbo, who was next to the former governor, was shattered beyond comprehension. Her sisters, Dupe and Moji, who flew into London on hearing the news, were also stunned. To make matter worse, the social service officials in UK started to make post-death plans for her children. Throughout the two weeks, she was bogged down by the news of her imminent departure from the face of the earth. Apart from the basic tests which was conducted on her, Bimpe never took any medication. She believed that she was not created by God to be eaten up by a parasitic terminal ailment, called cancer. Though Apostle Bimpe initially consented to the proposed procedure of treatment, she later changed her mind. She called one Ayodele, a naturopath, in Nigeria, who told her that her faith would make her live. However, two weeks after, Apostle Bimpe was offered an ultrasound scan to mark the tumours in her lungs and liver area in order to monitor the progression when the chemotherapy procedure commenced, and the report came out showing no evidence of cancer metastases to the lungs and the liver. On Sunday, 7 November, 2011, at exactly 11 pm GMT, Bimpe was at the Seven Sisters Train Station, to pick up this reporter who was in the UK for an assignment. As this reporter sat comfortably inside her posh car exchanging pleasantries with her, Bimpe dropped the bombshell: “My dearest brother, I have a rather sad news for you, doctors have diagnosed your sister of malignant cancer and she may not live more than two months.” “My dearest brother, I did not offend anybody, that is my own portion.” She started consoling this reporter, “Wale, I have an unshaken faith in the Lord that though I am carrying this cancer, it will not cut short my life. God created me for a purpose in life and until I complete this mission, I will not die. Cancer will be there doing its own and I will continue doing that which the Lord has assigned to me. Don’t cry for me, but continue to wish me well. “Wale, even if the cancer to kills me within the next two months, I am a beloved child of God, in the sense that, He has counted me worthy to have the singular opportunity of knowing when I am going to die.” As we alighted from the car, this reporter took a physical scanning of Bimpe and found no physical manifestation of cancer symptoms on her. She was not in pain, she even looked younger. Her agility was still intact as before. As we climbed the stairs to the kitchen of her apartment, this reporter was received by Mrs. Moji Ladeji and her friend who ostensibly were around to keep her company and assist in planning her “wake keep”. Sensing the incredulous look of this reporter in reaction to her last statement, Bimpe said: “My brother, why don’t you wake up from false balance? My birthday comes up next Saturday, 12 November, and since doctors have confirmed that I can die anytime from now, I want to use this opportunity to witness the faithfulness of God to the whole world, lest they think blasphemy in their hearts. “I consider it a great privilege knowing that death can come at any time from now. It keeps me on my toes; I have no excuse to miss heaven. Many die suddenly, but God has granted me the grace to prepare my home and my children. It is not given to man to know the time and the hour of his death, but I am favoured to know it. I owe this to God.” On Monday, 8 November, this reporter accompanied Bimpe to the hospital where an oncologist made some observations about her weight. She said it was as a result of deliberate keep fit programme and diet control schedule and not that cancer was eating her up. The oncologist examined the result of the last test on her and was surprised that Bimpe had not been taking her medication, yet still looked healthy. After curious examination of the test, the oncologist put off her reading glasses and cast a look at Bimpe and asked: “Who are you? What is in you? Why can’t you allow me to manage you?” She advised Bimpe to go for hormone therapy with the attendant risk of ovarian cancer to which she politely said: “Dr, I will not succumb myself to hormone therapy in order to cure breast cancer which is capable of leaving me with another cancer. It is better for this cancer to be there than for me to deliberately invite another one while curing the other.” However, the oncologist said that she might probably live up to 18 months and ordered her to measure her weight and go for another CT scan. By Thursday, November 10, 2011, tempo was high for the wake-keep. Friends visited her house with mixed feelings. Some were weeping and would not be consoled, while some celebrated God with her. Some pledged not to attend the wake-keep event as they might not be able to withstand the emotional torture, but, Bimpe told them that all was towards celebrating the faithfulness of God. Everyone wanted a part to play in making her happy. They offered to pay for bits and pieces on the event plan list. This created a surplus of food and drinks. Residents of Gladstone Street , Tottenham, London residence of Apostle Bimpe, were surprised to see a cart (horses drawn carriage), like the one used by Prince Charles on his wedding day, parked in front of apartment 31 on Saturday, 12 November 2011. The cart also had a white gleaming Bentley limousine beside it. The cart driven by Britons and the limousine car caused a scene on the street. It lured the residents who are mostly Jews to come out in their multitudes asking questions. As they were asking questions, Bimpe, dressed in a purple gown adorned with crystals and diamonds accompanied by a man, stepped out of apartment 31. The appearance of the ‘couple’ attracted wide applause from the residents who came out in droves to see the wonder happening on the street. Bimpe, with her ‘groom’ and other distinguished, rode in a convoy from her residence in South Tottenham down to Kingsland road, through Dalston, singing to the venue of the wake-keep with Londoners waving, cheering and taking photographs of her train. It was a grand ride to the venue, Victory Christ Church, 27b Dalton Lane, London, E83DF, where invited guests were waiting for the celebrant. Her brother, Bimbo and his friends, who flew into London from Dublin, Ireland that Saturday, came outside the venue to welcome the cart. The church was filled to the brim, well decorated and primly fit for the day.

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DAUGHTER CUTS OUT MOM’S HEART IN HORRIFIC FLORIDA MURDER

Demented ‘Sacrificial Lamb’ Slaying Leaves 84-Year-Old Mom Butchered in Bedroom

Lucille Tucker, 84, was found brutally murdered inside her Tallahassee home after police say her own daughter sliced open her chest and cut out her heart. The alleged killer, 58-year-old Earleen Tucker, is charged with premeditated homicide after officers followed her into the blood-spattered house and discovered the grisly scene on March 6, 2024.

According to investigators, Earleen was seen naked and acting erratically outside before leading officers to the victim’s bedroom, where Lucille lay dead on the bed with deep stab wounds to her chest and a gaping cavity where her heart had been removed.

“I killed my mother,” Earleen allegedly blurted out, calling her mom a “sacrificial lamb” as stunned officers tried to secure the scene.

When detectives questioned her, she reportedly claimed she cut out her mother’s heart “to inspect it,” shocking even veteran investigators. Blood trailed from the bedroom to a bathroom sink, and a bloody knife was recovered from a nearby dresser, according to the arrest report.

“She didn’t deserve this,” a shaken relative later said, describing Lucille as a quiet woman who “just wanted peace in her own home.”

Family members told authorities Earleen had a long history of mental illness and past psychiatric hospitalizations, prompting the court to order a mental-health evaluation to determine if she is competent to stand trial.

Earleen is being held without bond as prosecutors move forward with the murder case.

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Tanya Kach was kidnapped at the age of 14 by Thomas Hose, a security guard at her school who initially seemed protective and very friendly with her.

For ten years, Hose kept her captive in his house, where she suffered constant abuse, was forced to live in a room under constant surveillance, and received death threats that prevented her from escaping. Starting in the year 2000, Tanya began going out under an alias, but she remained under his control.

She finally managed to tell a friend about her situation in 2006, who helped the police rescue her and secure the arrest of Hose, who was sentenced to 15 years in prison.

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In April 2021, 18-year-old college football player Isimemen Etute went on tinder and matched with a woman named "Angie" who he met up with for or*l s*x. On May 31st they would meet again for s** in a black out meet up and that's when Etute discovered that "Angie" was actually a 40-year-old man named Jerry Smith, not the 28-year-old woman whose photos Smith had been using.

He discovered this after he used his phone's flashlight in the no-light apartment and pointed it at Smith’s face.

Etute claimed that shortly after this, he feared Smith was grabbing a pistol, so he punched and kicked him five times to give him a chance to flee the flat. This resulted in Smith’s death.

In court, Etute stated that he felt “violated” when he found out he was catfished.

A knife was discovered under Smith's mattress, according to police, but prosecutor Patrick Jensen said Smith was not in a position to access it. Etute heard "bubbling and gurgling" from Smith, according to Jensen, but did not call the cops.

In May 2022, Etute was found not guilty of second-degree m*rder.

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Belgian-Israeli diamond billionaire Ehud Arye Laniado died at 65 during a penis enlargement procedure at a private Paris clinic on March 2, 2019.

He owned Omega Diamonds, once sold a single stone for $48.4 million, and lived in the most expensive penthouse in Monaco.

He reportedly got the procedure 2–4 times a year, paying tens of thousands each visit, always after hours. A French court just sentenced both surgeons on January 28, 2026 — the lead doctor got 15 months in prison, both permanently banned from practicing medicine. His family received zero compensation.

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Imagine standing in a hospital corridor, dressed in a white coat, surrounded by the smell of antiseptics and the quiet cries of patients and suddenly coming face to face with the very people who ruined your life.
The same men who kidnapped you.
The same men who murdered your blood brother.
The same men who collected over ₦50 million from your family before setting you free.

This is not a scene from a movie.

This is real life.

The man on the left is Doctor Abul Babatunde. Earlier this year in January, he and his younger brother, Tayi, a newly graduated medical doctor full of dreams and hope, were abducted by two ruthless criminals.

They were dragged deep into the bush like animals, held hostage, tortured, and treated as though their lives meant nothing.

Then tragedy struck.

While in captivity, Tayi attempted to escape. In that desperate moment of fear and survival, the kidnappers raised their gun and shot him straight in the head.

He fell instantly dead before he could even scream.

As if killing him was not enough, they dumped his lifeless body into a river and disappeared into the wilderness, leaving behind nothing but grief, pain, and unanswered tears.

Doctor Abul survived, but not because they showed mercy.
His family paid the price—₦50 million naira—just to have him returned alive.

And after that, the killers vanished into the bush, believing they were untouchable.

They thought they were safe.
They thought no one could trace them.
They thought their crime would be buried forever.

But fate had other plans.

Few days ago those same two men stormed into Edo State University Teaching Hospital, not as criminals… but as desperate fathers.

Their children were sick.
Their eyes were filled with panic.
Their voices trembled with fear.

For the first time in a long time, they were helpless.

They didn’t come with guns this time.
They came begging for life.
They rushed to the doctor on duty, pleading, shaking, and desperate for help.

And then the world turned upside down.

Because the doctor standing before them was Doctor Abul Babatunde.

The same man they kidnapped.
The same man they tortured.
The same man whose brother they murdered.
The same man whose family they extorted.

They didn’t recognize him at first—after all, he had worn a blindfold in the bush.

But Abul recognized them.
He recognized their faces.
He recognized their voices.
He recognized the monsters hiding behind their “concerned father” masks.

And in that moment, the hospital became more than a place of healing…
It became a courtroom of destiny.

The men stood there begging him to save their children—children they didn’t want to lose—while Abul stood frozen, staring at them, remembering the brother they stole from him.
Imagine it…

They killed his brother in January…
only to beg him in February to save their own blood.

But Abul did not explode.
He did not shout.
He did not attack them.
He swallowed the rage burning in his chest and calmly told them:

“Sit down… I will attend to you shortly.”

They believed they had escaped justice again.
But Abul wasn’t buying time for treatment.
He was buying time for karma.

Immediately, he contacted the police.
And within moments, officers stormed into the hospital.

The same men who walked in hoping for a miracle… were dragged out in handcuffs.
They came searching for healing…
but found judgment.
They came seeking life…
but met the consequences of death.
And as they were taken away, the truth became clear:

Karma doesn’t always come immediately… but it never forgets an address.
By Charity Mercy

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