By: Desmond Utomwen
MY first face-to-face meeting with Mr BayoOnanuga was in 2005 in Lagos. He asked: “Who are you, how may I help you?” “I am Desmond, sir.”
“Oh, the man from Abuja, you’re so young?”
“Thank you, sir,” I responded as he waved me to a seat.
I told him that I was asked to come to Lagos and he said yes, he was aware.
“Information got to us that you were about to kill a story…”
My eyes were as wide as saucers. I did not know what killing a story meant. From his explanation, I was stunned that such a thing could happen. In any case, was a story that was already on the streets “killable”?. It was rather strange to me that somebody could level…
Source: Nigerian Tribune
