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- The late Daniel Moi’s Christian life began in 1934 when he was enrolled at the new Africa Inland Mission (AIM) School at Kabartonjo - It was at the school where he adopted his Christian name Daniel having being born as Torotich Arap Moi - While in power, his Sunday services were always broadcast by the state run Kenya Broadcasting Corporation (KBC) - He never missed a church service in his life and every news broadcast begun with where and how he spent his Sunday

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Former Military President of Nigeria, Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida (IBB) has suggested that Nigerians should vote for a candidate in his/her 60s as the next president of the country. The former military dictator said the task before any Nigerian president is enormous, hence the need to vote for a leader with mental capacity, economic knowledge, and physical strength. Naija News reports IBB spoke on Friday morning during an interview with Arise Television.

My grandfather went to work in Cuba in the 1950s, at a nickel-ore processing plant on Nipe Bay, in northeastern Oriente province, where my mother and her three sisters spent part of their childhood. Their life, in a town called Nicaro, was meant to be culturally insular: American social clubs, American schools, middle-class homes in a gated town, with streets on which the mining company had even planted cottonwood trees. Outside the gates and across the river from Nicaro was Levisa, for miners and other laborers, handymen and “houseboys,” like Cleveland Manning, a Jamaican who worked for my grandparents.