Jonathan sacks NIPC boss, names replacement

President Goodluck Jonathan on Monday sacked the Executive Secretary/Chief Executive of the Nigerian Investment Promotion Commission, Mrs. Saratu Altine Umar, with immediate effect.

In a statement by his Special Adviser on Media and Publicity, Dr. Reuben Abati, the President approved the appointment of Mrs. Uju Aisha Hassan-Baba as Umar’s replacement.


No reason was given for the decision to relieve Umar of her appointment.

The new Executive Secretary/Chief Executive had served previously as Director-General, Legal Aid Council of Nigeria, Attorney-General and Commissioner of Justice in Anambra State and Director, Legal Services, Federal Ministry of Industry, Trade and Investment.

“President Jonathan thanks the out-going Executive Secretary/Chief Executive for her services and wishes her well in her future endeavours,” the statement added.

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