This Is How President Buhari's Son, Yusuf Lived His Life In UK (Full Details)

Date: 08-01-2018 4:24 pm (3 years ago) | Author: onuigbo felicia
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I arrived Guildford, home to the prestigious University of Surrey, on the evening of Tuesday 23rd September, 2014 for my M.Sc. in Economics.
 
I was ushered to my house at No. 22 Hamilton Drive, Hazel Farm Campus of the University of Surrey. I spent that night fatigued and famished because I couldn’t even locate where I could get a Halal meal and help myself after hours of exhaustive flight from Abuja to London Heathrow.
 
On Thursday, I managed to get something to pacify body and soul to remain together but there was a bigger problem: I was feeling lonely; I was acclimatizing slowly. But I soldiered on and kept my chin up, dragging myself by my own bootstraps. On Friday morning, I enquired for and was directed to the hall where Muslim students at the University of Surrey perform the Friday prayers.
 
Of course the primary motive for the efforts I put in at locating the place for Friday congregational prayers was to fulfill one of my obligatory duties as a Muslim. But, to be honest, I also had an ulterior, secondary motive: It was to make friends—Nigeriana or Muslimina—who’d guide me through my physical, cultural and academic acclimatization processes. And a very good, very important friend indeed I made that Friday!
 
After the prayer was over and worshipers were exchanging greetings and handshakes, I ran into a lanky, chocolate-complexioned, soft-spoken, very shy dude standing by the exit door. We exchanged your-face-looks-familiar-to-me kind of glances before he stretched his hand towards me with “Salamu Alaykum”. I grabbed the hand and replied “Wa alaykumussalam”. He said “I am Yusuf” and I also returned “I am Hamisu”. He then asked if I had been a student or was just joining the University as a fresher. And I told him that I had just arrived for my Msc. And with a note of readiness to render help in his voice, Yusuf asked if I had shopped for winter wears and other stuff which I told him I didn’t and we exchanged phone numbers agreeing to meet again the following day.
 
Early Saturday morning while I was still asleep, my phone rang and you can guess who the caller was. “Hello, Hamis”, “Hello, Yusuf”- we greeted and he asked how my night was; if there was any problem etc in a very caring tone akin to that of a kind High School senior student and a junior one entrusted under his care. Yusuf then directed me to meet him at House No. 4 Sandfield Court where he and Zahra stayed for their undergrad studies at Surrey. We then went straight to Primark Store, a stone’s throw away from Yusuf’s house, where he guided me into buying winter wears, kitchen utensils and other stuff. Yusuf carried most of my items himself leaving me with a few things to carry and he accompanied me to my house! We chatted for a while in my room and he left me slobbering over how kind he was to me. “Wannan duk yadda aka yi dan bubban gida ne!” [meaning; “this guy must have come from a responsible family”], —I soliloquized after I saw him off.
 
But don’t forget, throughout those encounters, I never knew Yusuf was the son of a VIP back home. He didn’t tell me. I didn’t sense it. His material or living conditions didn’t bear any evidence for anything like that. We just moved along as compatriots; sharing a country, colour, culture and above all Islam. Occasionally, either in my house or his, we would be discussing about politics back home and, as a Buhari die hard, I would always point out to Yusuf the necessity of a Buhari presidency to put Nigeria back on track and he just listened and nodded along shying away from a direct reference/discussion of the politician in the center of our tête-à-tête. But I didn’t suspect anything. I didn’t have reasons to.
 
The day “the pulako cover” was blown off Yusuf was on a Friday when Muslim faithful were asked by the Imam to sign a petition for the establishment of an Islamic Center/Mosque in Guildford. I was immediately following Yusuf on the queue and out of the corner of my eyes I peeped through and sighted him write “Yusuf Buhari”.
 
This was the lead that bolstered up two other ones I had previously gathered: One, being the campus talk I once overheard of but trivialized about a Buhari’s son and daughter being Surrey students. And the second was when Yusuf sometime told me that he is from Daura but based in Kaduna. Connecting those three (3) dots together unmasked Yusuf for me! And struggling to come to terms with how a young man of his age and time would conceal and refuse to flaunt his prominent family identity not only gave me a hard lesson in Fulfulde Pulako but also encouraged me to ask Yusuf for confirmation of my conclusion on his identity. And he only smiled and added “Mallam Hamisu kenan[Oh! See you Hamisu]!” This confirmed my conclusion and added to my respect for the People’s General for bringing up such a cool, calm and cultured son!
 
A chip off the old block, Yusuf is a very humble guy. He is unassuming, unpretentious and un-ostentatious. He is reserved but easygoing and a man of few words; a taciturn, if you like. He is, I think, an introvert in the sense that he doesn’t involve himself in other people’s businesses.
 
Yusuf doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t drink. He doesn’t go out with girls. He is just a son any father would love to have in his family! In Guildford, Yusuf lived a very modest, decent, and prudent life as evidenced by the fact that he and Zahra used to cook their food themselves—something Nigerian elite’s children never do in UK! May God ease and speed up your recovery, Mallam Yusuf!

Posted: at 8-01-2018 04:24 PM (3 years ago) | Hero
- Afriqueenn at 8-01-2018 04:38 PM (3 years ago)
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What a story...!  You tried.
Ask me who he wan show off for for "abroad" or which maid go cook for am.
It seems the writer is new "abroad."
There are millions of VIPs, more "VIP" than Buhari, and their children "abroad," OK? Here isn't Nigeria, where the rich oppress the poor.
People hardly notice if you exist here, not to mention being one "local," poor-oppressing "VIP" from one backyard, innocent people - slaughtering, no-regard-for-the-plight-of-the-common-Nigerian, region of Nigeria. Mtcheewww.
Who Yusuf and Buhari epp?
Posted: at 8-01-2018 04:38 PM (3 years ago) | Upcoming
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- OmosetanOmorele at 8-01-2018 04:46 PM (3 years ago)
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Story for the Gods !!!
Posted: at 8-01-2018 04:46 PM (3 years ago) | Upcoming
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- Mykie010 at 8-01-2018 04:47 PM (3 years ago)
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This is a very fake story,Yusuf that was carrying women upandan in u.k ,wearing d mist expensive designee clothes, anyway ,this is a sponsored post,people cannot be deceived anymore.
Posted: at 8-01-2018 04:47 PM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- Zaki68 at 8-01-2018 05:18 PM (3 years ago)
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Quote from: Mykie010 on  8-01-2018 04:47 PM
This is a very fake story,Yusuf that was carrying women upandan in u.k ,wearing d mist expensive designee clothes, anyway ,this is a sponsored post,people cannot be deceived anymore.
ARE YOU IN UK? IGBOMAN!!!!!!!! ALWAYS NEGATIVE.
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- olowoinlionsden at 8-01-2018 06:00 PM (3 years ago)
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Quote from: OmosetanOmorele on  8-01-2018 04:46 PM
Story for the Gods !!!
Posted: at 8-01-2018 06:00 PM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- olowoinlionsden at 8-01-2018 06:02 PM (3 years ago)
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Quote from: OmosetanOmorele on  8-01-2018 04:46 PM
Story for the Gods !!!    We don't have Gods, but gods.
Posted: at 8-01-2018 06:02 PM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- slimber at 8-01-2018 06:08 PM (3 years ago)
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Story story story okoo heard
Posted: at 8-01-2018 06:08 PM (3 years ago) | Hero
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- kacylee at 8-01-2018 06:22 PM (3 years ago)
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yet ur papa dey fight corruption, he is using our money to send u abroad to school, and our schools in Naija remain nothing to write home about.. mtcheeeew! let me jut save my breathe jare

Posted: at 8-01-2018 06:22 PM (3 years ago) | Addicted Hero
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- benosky4 at 8-01-2018 07:27 PM (3 years ago)
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The author of this write-up is too cheap to be taken seriously.
Why not tell us bihari gave birth to Jesus.

Posted: at 8-01-2018 07:27 PM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- ikenna520 at 8-01-2018 10:05 PM (3 years ago)
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Godforbid! Where u can buy the cheapest n the most faked things here in europe.even thier bedroom silpas is not enough for me.
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- Asterimou at 8-01-2018 11:39 PM (3 years ago)
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If its a true story which i doubt, then it would be very wrong and inconsiderate to include his residential address in your public story.
Posted: at 8-01-2018 11:39 PM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- WhaleDog at 9-01-2018 12:30 AM (3 years ago)
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Quote from: Mykie010 on  8-01-2018 04:47 PM
This is a very fake story,Yusuf that was carrying women upandan in u.k ,wearing d mist expensive designee clothes, anyway ,this is a sponsored post,people cannot be deceived anymore.
i boy Na wa for u ! Amebo Na him u be bros.Olojukokoto ni e

Posted: at 9-01-2018 12:30 AM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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- gogoman at 9-01-2018 06:07 AM (3 years ago)
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WHY HE GO DRIVE KEKE
Posted: at 9-01-2018 06:07 AM (3 years ago) | Addicted Hero
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- KennyFidel at 9-01-2018 08:29 AM (3 years ago)
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Quote from: Mykie010 on  8-01-2018 04:47 PM
This is a very fake story,Yusuf that was carrying women upandan in u.k ,wearing d mist expensive designee clothes, anyway ,this is a sponsored post,people cannot be deceived anymore.

You, who can you believe?
Posted: at 9-01-2018 08:29 AM (3 years ago) | Gistmaniac
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