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A courtesy and advocacy visit to the commissioner of Police in Osun


In the state of the living spring, where the heartbeat of community engagement resonates, our team from Refuge of Life Foundation embarked on a significant advocacy visit to the Commissioner of Police. Part of the delegation was a charismatic Program Officer (my humble self), deeply committed to governance, leadership, civic engagement, and community health.

Leading the delegation was the esteemed Executive Director, Mr. Bolarinwa Olabode, whose vision propelled the NGO towards impactful initiatives. Two dedicated volunteers rounded out the group, passionate about creating positive change in their community.

Our mission was clear: to strengthen the bond between the NGO and the state's security apparatus. As we stepped into the Commissioner's office, we were not just faces but ambassadors of a noble cause. The air was filled with anticipation as we aimed to acquaint the new sheriff with our foundation's ongoing endeavors.

Our present project took center stage—an initiative aimed at alleviating the burden of JAMB exam fees for 50 indigent students in the state. The Commissioner listened attentively, recognizing the profound impact such efforts could have on the lives of young minds striving for education.

With the ice effectively broken, the team transitioned to discussing future endeavors. We unveiled our upcoming event, a groundbreaking round table talk. This event, a melting pot of perspectives, would bring together security operatives, media personnel, and government officials to dissect pressing security matters affecting not only the state but the entire country.

As the Commissioner nodded in agreement and responded in affirmative, a palpable sense of collaboration filled the room. The synergy between our NGO and the police force was not just maintained but fortified, promising a harmonious partnership for the betterment of the community we both served. In that moment, the seeds of change were sown, and the Refuge of Life Foundation continued to be a beacon of hope, lighting the way towards a brighter and more secure future.

Ayomide Abiona drives social inclusion through community participation. 




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