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There are fillers that the Christian Association of Nigeria, CAN, Kwara state chapter may stage a protest should the pronouncement of the government regarding the controversy surrounding the wearing of head cover popularly known as hijab by female students in Christian owned mission schools in the state is not favourable to her. Report has it that the state government will be taking a position regarding the controversial issue any moment from now. The matter had during the week caused uproar within Ilorin metropolis. This medium gathered that a meeting was held by some notable Christian leaders in the state today (Sunday) to discuss the next step to take should government decision over the matter do not favour them. An unconfirmed report said the meeting tagged ‘Special Urgent Prayer Meeting’ came up at a popular church located at Muritala Muhammed road in Ilorin. The meeting was said to witnessed large turnout of believers and resolutions taken at the meeting. The Christian body is said to be demanding for two things; the return of their schools to the original owners and a ban on usage of hijab in mission schools. Amidst the controversy, this medium reliably gathered that series of meetings has been held by the Christian body and the government since Wednesday, but as we speak no agreement was reached between the parties. Against any changes, the state government is expected to make a pronouncement by tomorrow (Monday), should the government decision goes against CAN wish they may likely resolve to a protest by Tuesday.

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