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5 things you didn’t know about EFCC’s Twitter handler ‘Fshaw’

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It is general knowledge that “The Handler” of the EFCC Twiter account as he is fondly referred to by his team, is a fast rising rapper known as Olufemi Olukayode Adeyemi a.k.a Fshaw.

You may also know that Fshaw was made popular for his witty come-backs on Twitter, which has quickly garnered him a fan base.

1) Contrary to general assumption, Fshaw is not a corper but completed his youth service about 10 years ago.

2) He is an alum of Kings College and studied for one year in Igbinedion University, before transferring to become one of Covenant University’s pioneer set.

Olufemi Olukayode Adeyemi a.k.a Fshaw

3) In 2009, Fshaw was reportedly stabbed multiple times and sustained severe injuries but apparently, fate had better plans for him.

4) According to the reports, while studying for his Masters at Salford University in the UK, Fshaw almost lost the use of his left hand following complications from the stab wounds and reportedly underwent surgery to correct the defect.

5) Fshaw was reportedly recognised by the EFCC for his handiwork in creating a good look for the commission on Twitter and received a letter of commendation.

Olufemi Olukayode Adeyemi a.k.a Fshaw's letter of commendation from the EFCCOlufemi Olukayode Adeyemi a.k.a Fshaw’s letter of commendation from the EFCC

As earlier reported, there is an unconfirmed report that Adeyemi has been promoted and has not left the services of the EFCC. Pulse Gist cannot verify this claim as of now.

While the EFCC Twitter account did have its fair share of critics for being too playful, it, however, managed to make a mark on social media.

There’s obviously more to like than meets the eye.

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