Daniel Obachike has been claiming for the last four years that he was on the 30 bus in Tavistock Square when it blew up – and he wrote his book The 4th Bomb about it. But, many have been sceptical. His claim has now been vindicated by the Inquest putting him on the lower deck of that bus. See here  how seat number 6 has ‘Daniel Michael Adigwe’ sitting there, that’s his real name.

But, allow me to act as devil’s advocate, expressing surprise. Firstly, in his book and in the Alex Jones interview he firmly stated that there were only four other passengers with him on the lower deck of the Number 30 bus which exploded in Tavistock Square. To quote from his self-published book:

‘It was just me, the driver and four females on the lower deck as it edged down towards Tavistock Square.’

But, the Inquest has heard from the driver that there were around a hundred passengers on board that bus as it slowly inched out of Euston Station that morning. Then as the bus stopped on the corner of Upper Woburn Place he allowed around forty of them to disembark. Thus, there were hardly any spare seats when the bus blew up, with 23 passengers plus the driver on the lower deck.

No-one who was really on the bus could possibly think there were only four others around.

Directly opposite Daniel’s seat was seat number 8 (in the Met’s diagram), so they faced each other across the bus. Angela Griffiths was sitting there, and she clearly described to the Inquest the various people around her; for example, after the blast ‘I saw an Asian man near the front of the bus. He said to me, ‘Don’t panic, it’s all over now. Get off the bus’.  (Jan 17 am, 35:4-5). It is surely evident from her testimony, that she didn’t see Daniel. This bus inched along very slowly, so there was plenty of time for its passengers to notice each other, and chat about the strange events of that morning.

Daniel claims to have been slammed onto the floor by the blast, amidst the broken glass, then to have leapt up and sprinted out of the bus – are we to believe that Angela Griffiths would not have remembered and described this startling sight? Daniel is over six feet tall, and black with no hair – you are hardly likely to not forget him.

Then, Ms Griffiths rushed outside, being one of the first to do so, and here again we ought to presume she might notice Daniel, who claimed to be the first person out. She does indeed see a black man: ‘I remember a black man crossing the road towards me and putting his arm around me to comfort me. He had blood on one of his hands. I think he must have been hit by flying debris as he definitely hadn’t been on the bus.’  Now, that could well have been Daniel – his book tells of him comforting a woman with some blood on her, just outside the bus (that’s meant to be how he got some blood on his shirt, shown on his website). 

I’ve elsewhere commented on how most informed people I know incline not to believe Daniel’s testimony.

One part of Daniel’s story did resemble what happened. The bus driver George Psaradakis described how the Euston Road was cordoned off so the the bus had to turn around into Upper Woburn Place:

Bus Driver:  at that moment, they cordoned the Grafton Place, so my bus was in a position where I was blocking the traffic, you know, across Eversholt Street.

Q. So you had then to drive across Euston Road into Upper Woburn Place?
A. Yes, because, you know, a police officer on a motorbike came very angrily asking me to move away because I was blocking his way. So I thought to myself, “I’ll do a right turn and then a left turn into Euston Road, and I will be back line of route”.       (Jan 14th am, 44.23-45:3)

Obachike’s story does feature a police motor bike at that point stopping the bus from proceeding along the Euston Road.

For more about Tavistock Square, see here.

Early Statement

Here is Daniel’s first statement, before his book came out:

Agents and Angels
That morning many good human values immediately came to the fore, amidst evil in one of its purest forms.
I’d hurriedly left the death strewn by the blast in my wake but was befuddled by what I saw ahead of me. I stopped, turned round and was even more dumbfounded by what I saw.
Strangely I found myself drawn back to the scene of the crime and meandering between the angels and agents in Tavistock Square headed back towards the bus.

The angels I refer to were the healthcare professionals and staff that were quickly on hand in such shocking circumstances, trying to do whatever they could despite initially being aghast at the dead pieces of human flesh and bodies littering the square. The agents on the other hand were conspicuous by the way they diligently adhered to their assigned tasks, proceeding busily, workman like almost as if they’d already displayed their grief and horror prior to the explosion.

Apart from the obvious foot soldiers, (the blokes in blue) there were one or two more covert ones that stuck in my mind for differing reasons. Their cover was blown, not because of what they did, but because of what they didn’t do. Faced with such an unprecedented and horrendous event most reactions would come down to fight or flight.
After my own flight and initial rage at all things and persons Transport For London (Bus drivers in particular), I turned to comfort a shocked victim showered with blood who had been walking alongside the bus at the time of the explosion. Those few who did neither were notable.

They stood back, observing the events and activities in its entirety, positioned in the same spot.

The man with the hat was one such individual but his case is particularly intriguing when compared to the plain intelligence officers and foot soldiers I referred to. I was going to make a point of highlighting him in my forthcoming novel: The 4th Bomb, but editorial considerations meant his 15 minutes is surplus to requirement. My editor felt that whilst interesting the section on him ‘acted as a diversion’ to the storyline. The irony is, a part of me thinks that is what he was doing there that morning.

I present compelling evidence that the smartly dressed man in grey was fully aware of what was about to take place and was prepared to be part of the aftermath but got caught out because the bus blew up just a couple of meters into Tavistock Square while he was positioned 60 meters away further down from the blast.

Images show the main force of the blast went backwards and one victim, a woman died because she crossed the road from the square behind the bus at the time of the explosion.

So how can anyone 60 meters ahead of the bus be hurled aside or sustain any kind of physical injuries?

I knew his injuries were improvised, immediately putting 2 and 2 together when I saw his hat lying on the ground next to him. He wore a large bandage around his head and had a tear along one trouser leg that went neatly along the seam. The bandage 60 seconds after the blast. This was way too fast, long before any medical assistance had arrived.

The blood on my own shirt is derived from a woman who was showered with the victim’s blood. She had been walking beside the bus at the time. The grey suited man had no blood on him at whatsoever indicating he was far from the bus.
Even the African traffic warden on the opposite side of the road who the driver called out to said he had a piece of human flesh on his arm. We may never know his true purpose that day.
But what it does do is single him out as someone who had prior knowledge.