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Journalist Battered by Smuggler



Journalist Yomi Olomofe, a director of a Badagry-based Prime Magazine, was reported to have been seriously battered and left for death at a refuse dump. This incident happened at about 4pm last Thursday, June 25, by hoodlums suspected to be smugglers on the premises of the Nigerian Customs Service Office in Seme, Badagry Lagos State.  As he was being beaten, some of the Nigerian customs looked on like corrupt men that they were.
Olomofe explained that he was invited to the NCS premises for an assignment, but unfortunately he was beaten up by these suspected smugglers claiming that he wrote against their activities in the Seme area.
Olomofe, who is currently at a hospital in Ikeja, identified three of his attackers as Alhaji Momoh who was the most notorious of them, Shehu and Elijah. The fourth man was unknown. Although, there were about 12 others, they had carried him to the refuse bin where they pummelled him some more before leaving him to his fate. He also said while they pounced on him, they were screaming of how they would kill him and make him an exemplary figure to other journalist. This was a clear indication that he was meant to die.
The Public Relations Officer, NCS, Seme Area Command, Afiz Abiodun Ajao, an Assistant Superintendent of Customs, said the command was investigating the incident, and would come out with its findings soon.

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