“ The Grammys is useless , I warned them never to put my name or invite me . They use famous people to promote their award and give to people you can’t even imagine. “ - Eminem “ If I lose an award to Kanye or Kendrick , I can understand. But losing to people you know have no fans or not famous is funny . So who voted for them ? Look at Nicki Minaj , she got no Grammys , which female rapper is better than her ? No one. “ ~ Eminem

Cardi B responds to Offset after he demanded for Spousal support following their ongoing divorce 👏‼️🙌 According to Cardi B on a live session on X, she says Offset goes around telling people she's out partying around and not taking care of her kids meanwhile he last saw his children in March on his daughter's birthday She said when she was signing the divorce papers, her lawyer asked her to include child support but she refused because she just wants her children to have a father, she doesn't need anything from him But then Offset has the guts to demand for Spousal support from her, and that he's gonna Ch0ck on his own nemesis, she will watch him d*e slowly from frustration

When I see people choosing either rude boy or Mr P and blasting the other I just laugh at those kind of people. Like, Why will you chose rude boy and then in-sult Mr P?? 😏 Timaya, 2Baba, and Sarkodie have all praised Rudeboy's musical talent. They agree he's one of the best in Nigeria. Rudeboy's energy and mic skills are undeniable. These legends know a thing or two about great music. Despite the praise for #rudeboy , his brother Mr P is often overlooked. Mr P has his own strengths, particularly in dance. Some fans still can't seem to give Rudeboy the recognition he deserves. Rudeboy's talent speaks for itself. The contrast between Rudeboy and Mr P's skills is notable. While Rudeboy shines in music, Mr P excels in dance. Both brothers have their own unique talents. It's great to see them bringing their A-game. EMMACKThe-Blogger

🥶 Luis Enrique: “Give Dembélé the 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐝’𝐎𝐫 only for how he 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 in this final!” 😮‍💨✨ “The way he defended tonight… only that can be worth the Ballon d’Or. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 with goals, titles, leadership, defending, how he was pressing…”. “Ousmane is my Ballon d’Or. No doubts at all”. 🦟🇫🇷

🚨 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: Kylian Mbappé sends his 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 to PSG after their Champions League win 💌 “The big day has finally arrived, super win and with the manner of whole club. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐒𝐆” ❤️💙 Moral lesson:Mbappe go cry!!

Jada cheated on Will Smith 23 times with August Alsina and he forgave her . Will took his wife home , clean her up , forgave her and refused to breakup with her . He believed it was the devil’s hand work and he is not going to break his family . He forgot the fact that she gave August Alsina hèad , asked him to knack harder ,and bent over for him . He forgave her . Women have labeled him as a REAL MAN . Moral lesson :It can never be me . 🤷🏽‍♂️

I met my wife, Chioma, long before the fame, the money, and the spotlight. Back then, I was still hustling, trying to find my place. My father’s money wasn’t my money, I had to work my way up to where I am today. Chioma was by my side during those early days, when life wasn’t glamorous, and I couldn’t afford the things I can afford now. I have a friend who’s incredibly wealthy, but each time he sees me and Chioma talking or spending time together, he says, “You did it, bro.” Because for all his wealth, he doesn’t have a solid partner who was there from the beginning. That’s something money can’t buy, genuine connection and loyalty. One thing I always tell people: when you finally make it, don’t forget the ones who stood by you when you had nothing. They are your real people. The ones who cheered you on without expecting anything in return. If I didn’t already have someone, and I met a woman now, I would always wonder, “Is she here for me or for Davido the celebrity?” That’s why I value my day ones, those who loved me before the world even knew my name. – Davido

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Thousands of South Africans are currently in the streets to show their support for President Ibrahim Traore . They have been seeing his great works and had to celebrate him today . Thousands of them are currently in the streets showing him love . They believe Africa does not need to be controlled by the west. This is the thing about doing great work ,people will always celebrate you . Moral lesson : Can People move to the streets to celebrate your president ?!🤦‍♂️🥶

SAD 🤦‍♂️💔💔 Casie revealed that When Nipsey Hussle died , his wife started dating Diddy only after 2 weeks . Casie revealed there was a time she visited Laurent and saw her on Diddy’s bed . You know the craziest thing ? Diddy and Nipsey were friends . Nipsey went everywhere with his wife .He took her to the studio all the time . He loved and respected her so much . One could never even think Diddy will do that to him . Moral lesson : Fear women .

“Tems had just ₦200 in her account… yet she still ordered food for everyone.” 😳❤️ Tems’ manager, Muyiwa Awoniyi, shares how her selflessness and mindset led him to turn down a standard contract—and build a whole company with her instead. “She was chasing me to sign my own contract. I’ve never seen that before. She would ask me, ‘Have you signed? Please sign it, we need to start moving.’ And I said to her, ‘Wait—you don’t mind signing paperwork?’ That’s when I knew… this girl isn’t the average girl and I could rock with her for life.” #1Official

The first night I saw my best friend with my husband, I did what they never imagined... They were both in the bedroom... . MY BEST FRIEND STOLE MY MAN CHAPTER 1 If somebody had told me that the person who would destroy my life was the same person I used to share my clothes and secrets with, I would have laughed in their face. But now, the only thing I laugh at is my own stupidity. My name is Amaka, and my wedding was in two weeks. I had the man. I had the ring. I had the aso-ebi colors picked out. I had my best friend by my side — or so I thought. It was a hot Wednesday morning in Enugu. I remember clearly because NEPA had just brought light and I was dancing in my towel, holding my phone and playing “Baby Riddim” by Fave. My cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. Obinna, my fiancé, had just sent me money for my gele and shoes. “Nne, I want you to look like a goddess that day,” he said. “The whole world must know you’re mine.” God knows I loved that man. Chiamaka, my best friend since secondary school, was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone and laughing at a meme. “See this one,” she said, turning the phone to show me a picture of a bride whose makeup looked like she fought with a clown. I laughed. “Chia, that can never be me. My makeup artist is charging sixty thousand.” “Ehen? So now you’re a big girl, eh?” she teased, throwing a pillow at me. We laughed like that for minutes. Two friends. Two sisters. Or so I thought. I didn’t know she was laughing because she already knew something I didn’t. That morning, Obinna called. His voice was deep and warm. “Have you eaten?” “No,” I smiled. “Waiting for you to bring me food.” Chiamaka raised her eyebrow and whispered, “Tell him to bring for both of us o!” Obinna chuckled over the phone. “Alright. I’m coming with your favorite — nkwobi and cold malt.” When the call ended, Chiamaka looked at me with a sly smile. “You’re lucky o. This your Obinna, he’s sweet die.” I nodded. “He is.” She stood up. “Let me go bath. I want to look fine before he comes. You know your man likes seeing fine girls.” We laughed again. But in that laugh, something shifted. I didn’t catch it then. But now, thinking back, I see it clearly. The way she looked at me. The way she said “your man.” There was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before. That evening, when Obinna came, I noticed he didn’t hug me the way he used to. It was quick. Cold. His eyes darted around like he was hiding something. He handed me the nylon bag. “Your food.” “Thanks baby,” I smiled, trying to hold his hand. He pulled it away too fast. Chiamaka came out wearing a short gown that hugged her in all the wrong places. Her makeup was too much for a simple evening, but she walked like she was on a runway. Obinna’s eyes followed her for a second too long. I noticed. I pretended not to. We all sat in the parlor and watched a movie. But Obinna laughed at jokes that weren’t funny. He barely looked at me. When Chiamaka stood to go get water, his eyes followed her again. My heart skipped. Something wasn’t right. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay on the bed while Chiamaka snored beside me. I stared at the ceiling and asked myself one question: “What if love is not enough?” To be continued…. Oluchi Onyeaghala

I never knew my wife had a snake as a pet, not until after our wedding and she was moving her property into my house. She brought out the snake from it cage and let it free in the house. When I came back from work and saw the snake and I attempted killing it. As I rushed to the kitchen and brought out a knife to kill it my wife stopped me "Honey stop meet daisy my pet" she said and laughed at me. I seriously didn't buy it, she begged that daisy has been her pet ever she was 16. She said , daisy was picked alongside the road while she was going to church so she considers her as God's gift. I finally let daisy stay but on the condition that she was kept in the cageat all times. My wife didn't listen to my instructions and she'll let daisy out sometimes. One morning we woke up and saw one of our neighbour crying. When we requested to know why, they said there son was taken away while everyone was asleep.. I suspected daisy but my wife would defend her to any length, to even make matters worse daisy didn't come out to eat no do anything 5 days after my neighbours son went missing . I refused bringing in any visitor to my house, after my boss had an encounter with daisy and sacked me. Another thing I noticed was that when ever am making out with my wife, I do notice daisy staring at us. And secondly daisy would never play with me like she does with my wife, according to my wife she said I was to hard on daisy. It's been five years now into our marriage and my wife was yet to take in. We have gone from miracle centre to another but yet no results. I began suspecting daisy, as for the way she would always look at me,while making out 'maybe she was a demon's ' so I will think. One day while I left my home for job hunting my former boss called me for recruiting, so I had to rush back to my house to get myself ready and go for work. When I entered I noticed a cold silence in my house. I checked Daisy's cage at the corridor but found it open. I was scared so I tiptoed to my room and slowly open up the door. TO BE CONTINUED...

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Wizkid has bought his 14-year-old son, Bolu, the latest 2025 Mercedes to begin learning how to drive. At this point, can anyone still say money isn’t everything? Bolu, just 14, already has a Mercedes to his name. His mother took him out today to practice driving around their neighborhood. Moral of the lesson : May we all succeed financially so our children don’t have to face the same struggles we did

I wasn't born into a rich family—I was born into struggles. Growing up in Libreville, with roots deep in Anambra State, life wasn’t gentle with me. We were eight children, fighting hunger and chasing dreams without any comfort. But inside me, a voice whispered, poverty ends right here with me. Acting became my way out, my quiet escape from pain and hardships. Life didn’t hand me opportunities; I had to fight and create my own path. When people said I couldn't make it, I pushed harder. Step by step, I built a name, created wealth, and formed an empire. Today, I travel everywhere, inspire others, and run businesses because my past didn’t define me—it shaped me. I didn’t start from wealth, but my journey is proof that your start doesn’t decide your finish. Riches didn't come from my family, but believe me, a wealthy family will come from me. — Jim Iyke

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨😳 Millions of Nigerian women shed tears , collapse and some rush to the hospital after seeing Verydarkman’s Turkish girlfriend. They have been together now for sometime .,She lives in Turkey and is doing very well for herself . Omo VDM Dey enjoy Shaaaa . The babe set ❤️ Moral lesson : Hustle oh , if you want chop fine chop .

*HOME ALONE* UNDER 🔞 KEEP OFF Episode 12 They both walk to us, Rose coming to me and Ruth moving over to Samuel. I held Rose close to myself and gave her a deep kiss. This is my first time of having a group s£x and oh yea, my adrenaline rush is high. Samuel not wanting to take last decided to step up a bit as he removed the top of Ruth and she was clad in her bra and short skirt. Without wasting time, he removed the bra and her small b00bs were free from their prison. Well, since this is gradually turning into a competition, I also removed the shirt and bra of Rose and started sucking her little b00bs. One thing about the twins is that their b00bs are pointed though little. Rose: yeah baby..yeah yeah yeah. Ruth: wuu ooh ahhh. She m0aned and I laughed. This is the first time I will hear her m0an and it sounds funny. I switched b00bs and Samuel did same. Looking at each other with the corner of our eyes, we súçked on the b00bs so hard that they slapped us hard. I kissed my way down her stomach and removed her skirt, she was clad in a white pant. I looked at Samuel and he had removed her skirt too, both wearing white panties. Now time to score the hat trick, without warning, I attacked her pússy with my mouth. Rose: ohhh my gawdddd!!!! She shouted and gave out her first o—-m. Samuel: dàrn, you just…you just….disgusting. Me: maybe that’s what you think. I said and began to eat her pússy again while Samuel watched in surprise. I paused and looked at Ruth and she threw her face away in jealousy. I made sure I took my time in licking her libias before taking in her clit and again, I was blessed with another wave of org@sm. Rose: oh..oh…. Idris I love you you. She breathed down and stood up. Rose: common Samuel, eat her pússy. Me: yeah do it. Samuel: I… I can’t. Ruth sighed, obviously she was in need of a head. Rose: dàrn Ruth, you are missing it big time. Ruth: *disappointed* I know but he will never do it. Me: lemme help. I said and her eyes shone happily. Rose gave the go ahead signal and I walked up to Ruth. Me: just close your eyes and enjoy. I said and she did close her eyes. Then my magic tongue came and she gasped. I licked her slit, took the libias one by one from the left to the right and back to the left. Ruth: gawdddd… There’s no….no…nothing like this, so…so…sweet. She m0aned out loud and I stopped. Me: if you continue that, the neighbours will be here in no time. Ruth: sorry!!! She said and before I could say Jack, my head was buried deep into her p—y and her legs crossed over my head (submission style). If I am not careful, then I will definitely pass away soon. Breathing is even a problem, I was just breathing in her sweet pússy scent. Without wasting any time, I took her little clit in my mouth and pinched her n!poles with both hands. Ruth: I…dris…I…dris… I…I…I…dris… you you have arghhhh!!!! She shouted again as another wave of org@sm hit her and she released me. I started breathing hard and she was doing same. Ruth: *recovering from her org@sm* wait samuel, you definitely need to be giving me a head. So you have been cheating on me all these while? She asked in a serious tone. Samuel: how? Ruth; don’t gimme that crap. I will suck your díçk but you don’t return the favor. She said in an angry tone while me and Rose were laughing. Samuel agreed to be giving her a head and we all moved to the next stage. Me and Sam but removed our cloth and this is the first time I will be seeing him n@ked. We are almost similar in structure both in abs too but the BEAST was far bigger than his. Ruth: jeezzz, Rose don’t tell me you have been taking…taking…that monster c–k and you’re still fine. Rose: *sighed* you have seen things for yourself. The beast is filled with pleasure and and painsss. She said and I grinned wickedly. . My friend Sam was dumpfounded as he couldn’t speak. Sam: no wonder most of the girls in school are all taking about you, you are beast menn.. He said and I smiled. His own díçk is big, long and meaty but mine is another case entirely. Ruth: don’t keep me waiting, come and stick your díçk in here. She said to Sam pointing at her vagina. Samuel walked up to her, lay her on the floor and with one stroke, his díçk was inside her and he started fúçking her slowly and passionately. Ruth: oh my… Yes… Just like that, I loveee it. She m0aned out and he continued fúçking her deep but slower. I moved to my awaiting Rose and placed her on the floor also without wasting time, I thrusted deep into her. Rose: ouchh…. Ummmm.. Ohhr… I pushed harder and half of my díçk was inside her now. Still not satisfied, I pushed even harder till I hit her rock bottom, the last place my díçk can ever reach and now, she have almost taken everything inside of her. Rose: arghhh….. I… I…. I… Am full. Don’t dare move an inch, don’t dare even move an inch. She m0aned and came again. I withdrew my díçk and thrusted into her again. She was so tight that my Beast was literally tearing her pússy into two. I could feel her raw flesh, tearing wider and wider to accommodate my beast. Rose: my gawddddd…… I am damned ooo, ouch… Ouchh ouchh, idris ooooo!!! I looked at Sam and he was still busy, Rose was closing her eyes as wave and wave of orgasmic bliss hit her. I gave him a nod and he understood. We turned them and made them stoop on all fours. Rose was directly facing Ruth as I entered her from behind while Samuel entered Ruth from behind too. Ruth: argh, fúçk me Sam.. Fúçk me harder I love you!!!!! She m0aned as Samuel hit her hard from behind. With one hard stroke, I hit Rose rock bottom with pressure and she jolted. Not knowing what to do, she held her sister and gave her a deep kiss as I rammed her from behind. The sight of the two sisters kissing each other was so d@rn hot and I could feel my org@sm build up. Samuel: Agg… Argh… Oh yeahhhh. Ahm He m0aned as he emptied his load inside Ruth. I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pushed my díçk so hard into Rose that she screamed in pains and I began to pour in inside of her. Me: yeahhhh….. Oh yeahhhhhhhh….. I m0aned endlessly. We all laid on the floor. Me and Samuel’s d!cks were limp, Ruth breathing hard and Rose’s legs spread wide apart to allow air in. Ruth: holy sh.it!!!!!!!! She screamed at the sight of her sister’s p—y which was now very wide but closing rapidly. Ruth: d@rn you Idris. You are destroying my sister’s pússy. Just look at the size of that thing for goodness sake. Rose: am just tired, I can’t even feel my legs. It’s like he was forcing his way all up to my womb. Me: oh, so sorry about that. Ruth: what’s the time? Me: few minutes to seven. I said after checking my phone. Ruth: our telenovela will soon start, got to go. Samuel: you and this your silly telenovela enh. Ruth was already standing up, she wore her cloth but Rose couldn’t stand. Her sister helped her up and also helped her with dressing up. Ruth: next time, you fúçk her slowly, now I know the reason why she comes home limping sometimes. Me: hi hi captain, will fúçk her slowly next time. Ruth: very good. She said and went out with her sister who just kept quiet. Me and Samuel stood up and wore our cloth before we sat down to watch cartoon this time around. Sam: dárn, ur díçk big o. Me: yours is big too. Sam: no, you get monster cóck. No wonder. Me: no wonder w€tin? Samuel: nothing, I don dey go. He said and we both shook hands before he ran out. Wow, today’s group bang was amazing. Day 1 being home alone. TO BE CONTINUED PLEASE LIKE,COMMENT AND SHARE #everyonehighlightsfollowers #highlight

SAD 🚨💔 Peller sheds tears as Wizkid’s son snubs him for the second time . He texted Wizkid’s son to help him talk to his father on his behalf and he read and ignored . He didn’t give up , he texted again omo the boy still snub 🥶🥶🥶 Omo Boluwatife get him Papa him Pride oh . Moral lesson: Peller does not even know that Bolu sees his father only once in a while 😆

“ I failed to build my mum a house at 28th “ “ life is funny , I planned to build my first house at 28th . At 28th I had nothing , all my friends bought houses and had almost everything . I was popular but had nothing . I clapped for them and kept working . Today I have a very big house . You might spend all years working and think things are not working for you . It takes a day for God to change your story .Dont stain your hands because of pressure “ Mike Godson Truth be told , some of us are about to give up , we feel like we’ve worked so much and nothing is working . Be calm and keep working Moral lesson : To you reading , I pray God changes your story this year too ,soon your parents will smile too .

COLE PALMER STEPPED UP BIG TIME AFTER HEARING ALL THOSE ISCO HYPES AT HALF-TIME AND DISHED OUT TWO CLINICAL GOALS TO GIVE CHELSEA A DRAMATIC COMEBACK WIN OVER REAL BETIS, CEMENTING THEIR STATUS AS UECL CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!! 🥶🥶🔥🔥 ⚽️ Enzo Fernandez ⚽️ Nicolas Jackson ⚽️ Jadon Sancho ⚽️ Moises Caicedo 🅰️🅰️ Cole Palmer 🅰️ Enzo Fernandez WE ARE CHELSEA!!! WE ARE CHAMPIONS!!!! 🏆✅🔥 #CFC #goalrush

"Because of money, I lost even the woman my mum knew I would marry." ~ Rude Boy "Reason with me" was exactly what happened to me. I had this girl that I loved so much; even my mum knew I would marry her. But the big boys came and did their thing🤦‍♂️. Anything I did became offensive to her, even my greetings. But I thank her for making me hustle more. You see, money? It will make a girl leave you and blame it on something else." ~ Rude Boy Lesson: Money is good, no doubt. May God bless every genuine hustle that you engage in."Because of money, I lost even the woman my mum knew I would marry." ~ Rude Boy

When Rihanna gave birth to her first two Kids , She told ASAP Rocky that she can no longer handle all her businesses since she has to take care of the kids . She said it was better Asap Rocky takes over the company and keep growing it like a man but Asap Rocky denied .SHe suggested he should also control all her properties but he denied . He said Rihanna has worked so hard to become a billionaire and he will never take that away from her . Instead he will work to become a billionaire too so that their home will be made up of billionaires . At this point , Rihanna trusted him even more . Rihanna will do anything for ASAP Rocky . She knows their relationship is built on love 💕. Moral lesson : Some of you who are greedy could take such an opportunity and end marriage in no time . God sees your heart that’s why he is not linking you to great people.

“The worst thing interviewers do to me is ask me: Wizkid or Davido? I always tell them, bro, don’t do this to me. You want to get me into serious trouble. And truly, I always get into trouble for mentioning anything about Davido. Davido will whøøp my åss if I choose someone else apart from him. So, I always choose Davido at the end of the day" — Akon

"Olamide gifted me 10 million Naira for me to buy water and drink. I didn't do anything for him, ooo" – Peller reveals! "I slept off after my birthday party. As I woke up in the evening, they texted me and said Baddo said they should give me $5,000. In fact, I'll bring Olamide Baddo on my live stream again. He was the first artist on my livestream when I was a nobody. He is like a father to me and I love him so much " – Peller May God bless Olamide 🙏

BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS PRETENDS TO BE A POOR WAITRESS TO FIND TRUE LOVE EPISODE. 1 Emily Johnson at 26 years old had everything anyone could dream of. She was the only daughter of Mr. James and Mrs. Mary Johnson, one of the wealthiest families in the country. Her father owned a large empire of companies while her mother was a renowned philanthropist. Emily had grown up in luxury, surrounded by expensive cars, grand mansions, and all the finest things money could buy. However, despite all the riches, Emily felt something was missing. People around Emily always seemed more interested in her family’s fortune than in her as a person. She had friends, but over time she realized they cared more about her lifestyle than who she really was. The men she dated were the same—interested in her wealth and status, but never her heart. Emily longed to be loved for who she truly was, not for her family’s wealth. One evening, after a particularly shallow conversation with a man her father had introduced her to, Emily knew something had to change. This man, like so many others, was more interested in impressing her with his wealth than learning anything about her. She wanted more. She wanted a life where she could be herself and find love not based on her family’s name, but on who she truly was. Emily decided that she needed to leave her life of privilege behind, at least for a little while. She wanted to experience the world outside her bubble, to live simply and discover if she could find love in a place where no one knew her background. Before she made any drastic decisions, Emily sat down with her parents to discuss her plan. They were sitting in the large dining room of their mansion. “I’ve been thinking about something for a while,” Emily began, her heart racing. “I want to leave the city for a while. I need time to find myself away from everything here.” Her mother, Mrs. Mary, immediately frowned. “Leave? Emily, you’re a young woman. The world outside is harsh, especially for a girl like you. You don’t need to go anywhere. We can find you a good husband here, someone who will love and care for you.” Emily sighed, knowing her mother wouldn’t understand. “But that’s the problem, Mom. All the men I meet are only interested in what I have, not in me. I want to live a simple life for a while, away from all this. I want to find someone who loves me for who I am.” Mrs. Mary shook her head. “It’s not safe out there for a girl like you. What if something happens? How will you survive without the comfort and protection of this home? You don’t need to struggle when everything you need is right here.” Emily looked at her father, hoping for support. Mr. James, a stern but thoughtful man, had been listening quietly. “I won’t be gone forever,” Emily said, turning to her father. “I just need some time to figure things out. If I don’t find what I’m looking for, if I can’t find love on my own, I’ll come back. I’ll agree to marry the man you want me to marry.” Her father raised an eyebrow. “You mean the tech billionaire David, who you have adamantly refused to meet?” “Yes,” Emily nodded. “I’ll meet him eventually, but first I need to do this. I need to know if I can live a life where people see me for me, not for our name.” Mr. James leaned back in his chair, considering his daughter’s words. He loved Emily dearly, and as much as he wanted her to marry someone powerful like David, he understood her need for independence. He had seen her frustration over the years, trying to find someone who valued her for more than her wealth. Mrs. Mary, however, was not convinced. “James, tell her this is a bad idea. She’s a girl. She can’t just wander off on her own. The world isn’t kind to women, especially one who’s never known hardship. It’s dangerous.” But Mr. James gave Emily a small nod of approval. “If this is what you need to do, Emily, then I’ll support you. I don’t want you to regret not trying to find your own path.” He turned to his wife. “She’s strong, Mary. We have to trust her.” Mrs. Mary sighed, still uneasy. “Fine. But promise me you’ll be careful, Emily.” “I will, Mom,” Emily said with a smile. “I won’t be gone long. I just need time away from all the trouble here.” And with that, Emily’s plan was set. She packed a small suitcase with only simple clothes, leaving behind her expensive dresses, jewelry, and the life of luxury she had always known. The next day, with her father’s reluctant blessing and her mother’s worried gaze, Emily left the city. She boarded a bus to a faraway place, hoping to start fresh. The city she chose was Makalani, a small but bustling town known for its vibrant markets and hardworking people. It was a place where no one would recognize her as the wealthy heiress from the capital. Here, Emily could blend in and live a simple life, just like anyone else. When Emily arrived in Makalani, she found a small one-room apartment to rent. It was nothing like the mansion she had grown up in, but it was enough for her. The apartment had only a bed, a table, and a window that looked out onto the busy streets below. There were no luxuries, no servants to cater to her every need. But for the first time in her life, Emily felt free. Now that she was settled, Emily knew she needed to find a job. She couldn’t live off her family’s wealth if she truly wanted to experience life as an ordinary person. After walking around the streets of Makalani for a few days, she came across a small restaurant called Mama Kay’s Kitchen. The diner had a cozy, inviting atmosphere with the smell of home-cooked meals filling the air. It was always busy with people coming and going, and something about the simplicity of the place drew Emily in. With her heart racing, Emily walked inside and asked Mama Kay, the owner, if she had any job openings. Mama Kay was a kind woman in her mid-50s with a round face and a warm smile. She looked Emily over, noticing her neat but modest clothes, and asked a few questions. Satisfied with Emily’s answers, Mama Kay decided to give her a chance. “We can use another waitress around here,” Mama Kay said, “but it’s tough work. You’ll be on your feet all day serving tables, cleaning up, and dealing with all kinds of customers. Do you think you can handle it?” Emily smiled, determined to prove herself. “Yes, I can handle it. I’ll do my best.” And so Emily began her new life as a waitress at Mama Kay’s Kitchen. The work was much harder than she had ever imagined. She spent long hours on her feet, carrying trays of food, cleaning tables, and taking orders. Her back ached and her hands became rough from the constant cleaning. But despite the exhaustion, Emily found a sense of purpose in this simple life. For the first time, she was living a life that wasn’t handed to her on a silver platter. The customers at Mama Kay’s Kitchen were regular people—workers, families, and students who came in for affordable meals. They treated Emily just like any other waitress, and that’s exactly what she wanted. She was no longer the rich heiress from a powerful family. She was just Emily, the new waitress at the diner. As Emily wiped down a table one evening, she looked out at the busy streets of Makalani and smiled to herself. She had left behind the world of wealth and privilege, but in doing so, she had found something more valuable: freedom. She wondered what the future held. Would she find the love she had been searching for? Or would she eventually return to her old life, marrying the man her father wanted? For now, she was content to wait and see. This was her time to find out who she truly was. And her journey had only just begun. TBC…

Olivia invited me for her mother's burial memorial, and when I got there the picture of the person I saw for the memorial looked Exactly like Madam Iruoma. I stood in shock looking at the picture when Olivia approached me, Is this your mother? I asked Olivia. Yes; she replied. She is beautiful. I said to Olivia. Thank you Ayochidi. Olivia replied. What's her name? I asked Olivia. Lebechi. Angela replied. That's a nice name. Come let me go introduce you to my father. Olivia said, but then someone started calling her name. Just wait here I'm coming let me go attend to the emergency. Olivia said. She left, and I continued staring at the picture. She can't be the one. I said to myself. I was still in my world of thought, when someone touched my back. I turned and immediately I saw Iruoma, I screamed. Arghh. What's the problem? Everyone turned looking as at me. Olivia hurriedly came out, Ayochidi what is it? Olivia asked me. I looked at the memorial banner and looked at Iruoma. You can't be serious. This is aunty Iruoma, my mother's twin. Olivia said. Really? I asked Olivia. Yes. She replied. You never told me your mother had a twin. I said. Now you know. She said. Come let me go introduce you to my father. Olivia said. She took me to the room where her father was all alone, Daddy this is Ayochidi my boyfriend. Olivia said. Boyfriend? I whispered to Olivia's ear. Ayochidi please this is my only daughter. Please take good care of her well. Please don't break my daughter's heart. Olivia's father said to me. I will try my best sir. I replied. Ayochidi, don't try your best; do your best. Do I make myself clear? Her father asked me. Yes, I replied. Olivia and I came outside the room. You didn't tell me I was your boyfriend. I told her in a low tune. I invited you and you came, I thought you like me already. Olivia said. I like you, but. Olivia held my lips. No buts Ayochidi. Don't tell me all the dates mearnt nothing to you. Olivia said. It meant something. I replied. Olivia came close to me and gave me a passionate kiss. This kiss felt different, it felt like the kiss of true love. I felt the connection inside of me. I was kissing Olivia when I saw Iruoma passed by. I disconnected the kiss. What happened? Olivia asked me. Nothing. I said. I thought, I heard your name. I said. I didn't hear anything Ayochidi, I don't want this to end. Olivia said. It won't. I assured her. I think you should use the restroom, there's lipstick on your lips. Olivia said. I touched my lips. I just smiled. Where's the bathroom? I asked her. She showed me her bedroom's bathroom. She followed me inside and adjusted her lipstick before heading out. I will see you later. She said before leaving. As soon as she left, I heard someone come into the room again. Who's that? I asked. There was no response. I had to come outside of the bathroom and when I came outside, I saw Iruoma standing seductively at the door. She locked the door and hide the key in her pocket. What's going on? I asked Iruoma as she approached me. I told you Ayochidi, when you have me, you have me alone. What are you doing with my sister's daughter? She asked me as she approached me. Iruoma can we not do this here, we are at a burial memorial, give your sister some respect. I said. Respect? You are talking about respect? We will talk about this later, but now come make mommy feel better. Iruoma said to me. I can't. I said. You will, and you must!!! Iruoma said to me as she approached me seductively. As she came towards me, we heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia knocking. Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue... To Be Continued... Title: Room Service 5.

She Was a Virgin Maid—Until the Billionaire Took What He Wanted Episode 2 The silence in Alhaji Malik’s room was thick like smoke when Aishah entered. The curtains were drawn, soft lights glowed from golden wall lamps, and he was seated on the edge of the massive bed, dressed in a black kaftan, sipping something from a glass that looked like wine but smelled stronger. She kept her eyes on the floor, her arms trembling as she clutched the edge of her hijab. “Come closer,” he said calmly. She didn’t move. “I said come.” His voice was not raised, but it carried a weight that pushed her forward like invisible hands. Her heart was beating like a drum, her feet cold against the tiled floor, her mind racing with every verse of protection she could remember. When she reached him, he stood and walked around her slowly like a lion circling prey. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked. She didn’t answer. “I’ve had models in this house. Politicians’ daughters. But none of them made me feel like this.” His words fell like acid on her skin. She wanted to run, scream, vanish—but she stood still, trapped in fear, her hands tightly gripped together. Then he touched her. Just her chin at first. Then her waist. Then the scarf around her neck. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you if you just relax.” But there was no relaxing. There was only dread. Only betrayal. Only helplessness. And when he finally took her—without violence, without shouting, but with complete control—Aishah left her own body. She stared at the ceiling. She counted the lights. She tasted the salt of her tears. She did not scream, did not fight, did not speak. When it was over, he pulled the blanket over her like it was affection, like he had done her a favour. “I’ll take care of you now,” he said, stroking her hair. “No one else will touch you. You’re mine.” She got up slowly, her legs barely carrying her weight. Blood stained her gown. Pain bloomed between her thighs. Her soul felt hollow. She walked back to the servant quarters like a ghost. She scrubbed her body until it burned. She prayed until her knees gave out. But no matter how hard she cried, she couldn’t wash away what he took. The next morning, she was called to work like nothing happened. And so she worked. She scrubbed floors. She served food. She changed bedsheets. And each time she saw him, he smiled at her like they shared a secret. He would brush her waist when he passed, whisper her name like it was a pet, drop wads of cash in her locker. She never touched the money. She never spoke to him. But her silence didn’t stop him. Weeks passed. The others began to notice something had changed. Her smile disappeared. Her appetite vanished. And one morning, she collapsed while cleaning the hallway. A test was done. The result came back positive. She was pregnant. Malik didn’t flinch. “It’s mine,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” But Aishah didn’t want care. She wanted her old life back. She wanted her innocence, her safety, her faith. The head maid accused her of seducing the master. Some of the maids whispered that she planned it all to trap a rich man. But she said nothing. Not a word. Even when her aunt came crying, shouting, slapping her, she remained silent. Her mother was told, and the shame crushed the woman like illness never could. “You’ve disgraced me,” she said over the phone, coughing and sobbing. “You were supposed to help us—not end up with a bastard in your belly.” Aishah cried for days. She tried to abort. She starved herself. Drank strange herbs. But the baby stayed. And so she carried it. Through pain. Through shame. Through Malik’s constant presence. He decorated a room for her. Bought clothes. Paid nurses. Called it love. But love didn’t feel like this. Love didn’t taste like violation. When labour came, it came fast and wild. She screamed for hours in the private hospital he arranged. And when the child came—a girl—she stared at her daughter’s face and saw both beauty and trauma. The child looked like him. But her tiny fingers wrapped around Aishah’s hand like a lifeline. She named her Amatullah. Servant of Allah. Because only Allah had stayed with her. Malik came with gifts. He held the baby and called her perfect. He looked at Aishah with soft eyes and said, “I want to marry you. I’ll make you my second wife.” She stared at him, her face blank. “So that you can make it halal after already ruining me?” she whispered. “So that I will thank you for giving me what I never asked for?” He frowned. “Don’t be ungrateful. You could have been nothing. Look at your life now.” Her voice broke as she replied, “I was more than nothing before you touched me. I had dignity. I had peace.” She refused his offer. Took her baby. Left the mansion. He let her go, maybe out of guilt, maybe out of boredom. He transferred money into her account. Gave her a house in a quiet town. But she never answered his calls again. She built a small life with her daughter, opening a tailoring shop, staying close to the mosque, crying quietly at night. The child grew, smart and curious, always asking, “Mummy, who is my father?” And Aishah would answer, “Someone I never want you to become.” But the world is small. News spreads fast. One day, the TV screamed headlines: “Billionaire Malik Okoye Dies in Road Crash.” Aisha froze. Her daughter stood beside her. “That’s him, isn’t it?” she asked. Aishah nodded slowly. “Yes. That’s him.” And when the reporters came asking for statements, she gave none. She went to the mosque, prayed for his soul, and whispered, “Only Allah knows what you were.” Then she walked home, held her daughter close, and for the first time in years, slept without tears.

MY BEST FRIEND SLEPT WITH MY HUSBAND… ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. They danced at my wedding like angels. But they had already shared a bed before the cake was even cut… Weddings are supposed to be magical, right? Mine was. The dress was white. The hall sparkled. The guests cried. My best friend, Sheila, held my hand while I did my makeup, whispering, “You’re about to live every girl’s dream, Amara.” She was my best friend for 14 years. We shared clothes, secrets, and even heartbreaks. She was the one who introduced me to Deji, my now-husband. And the moment he walked into my life, I should have known — something would break. But love is blind. And sometimes… love is also stupid. The wedding was perfect. Almost too perfect. Deji looked like a prince in his white agbada. He couldn’t stop smiling when I walked down the aisle. I saw tears in his eyes — or maybe I imagined them. Sheila was my maid of honor. She kept fixing my veil, making sure everything was flawless. We even joked about her being next. But that night, after the crowd had gone… something strange happened. Deji said he was exhausted. We didn’t even… you know. On our wedding night. He kissed my forehead and said, “Let’s rest. It’s been a long day.” I brushed it off. Maybe he was tired. At 2:13 AM, I woke up. Deji wasn’t in bed. I went downstairs. The house was quiet. Until I heard a soft giggle from the guest room. Sheila’s voice. I froze. I didn’t open the door. I couldn’t. Instead, I tiptoed back upstairs, heart pounding like a funeral drum. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe she was on the phone? But the next morning, Sheila avoided eye contact. Deji barely touched me. The honeymoon we planned to Mauritius was postponed suddenly — work issues, he claimed. Sheila left that afternoon, saying, “I’m proud of you, bestie. Enjoy your new life.” She hugged me tightly. She smelled like Deji’s cologne. I didn’t confront anyone. I wasn’t even sure of what I felt. But six months into the marriage, I found out the truth — not from Deji, not from Sheila… But from a message. An anonymous account sent me screenshots. A picture of them — in my wedding room. On the bed that still had petals from my bridal night. The caption read: “Your best friend took her share first.” I stared at the image for five hours. I couldn’t breathe. My stomach twisted. My body felt cold. When Deji got home, I showed him the image. He said nothing. Just stared. “Say something!” I screamed. He whispered, “It was a mistake… she came into the room to check something. It just happened. We were drunk.” I slapped him. Mistake? On our wedding night? I called Sheila. She denied nothing. “I loved him before you,” she said coldly. “I introduced him to you because I thought he’d get over me. But he didn’t.” “Then why stand beside me as I married him?” I screamed. Her answer? “So I could watch him say vows I knew he’d break.” I packed my bags that night. I needed air. Clarity. Peace. But peace doesn’t come when betrayal breathes down your neck. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about trust. It was about standing in front of two people I called my forever — and realizing I was just the placeholder. But the real shock? A month after I left, Sheila sent me a wedding invitation. She’s marrying Deji. In the same hall. Wearing my dress. But she doesn’t know… I never really left. And on her wedding night, I’ll be the one holding the camera. Let’s see how betrayal tastes on her tongue To be continued

Breaking News 🚨🥹💔 Omah Lay has been ARRESTED 🤦‍♂️💔. What is really happening to Omah lay ? From Label crisis to Accodent and now Arrest ? This is too much naa . Earlier today around 10:40am the Police stormed his resident in lekki . Omah Lay was still sleeping they knocked and he had to get up . He was so confused and had to ask what crime did he commit. It was at that point he discovered that he was being arrested for delivering the best verse on Davido’s album , the song has now become the most streamed song on the album . Omah lay was found guilty of dropping hit songs for years and the biggest verse on Davido’s Album . Moral lesson : He was taken to Davido’s house for a special celebration .

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Priscilla and Juma will be having their 10th wedding today . They are officially the couples with the highest weddings in less than a year . Who say money no fine ? I jthojtnmoney this could never happen . Juma has spent almost a billion now on a series of weddings . This is the most popular African couple of 2025 . Even Davido no do reach so . Moral lesson : Money might not be everything but abeg try and get it .

MY EX IS MY BOSS NOW. AND He Hasn’t FORGOTTEN ANYTHING. We broke up five years ago. Now he signs my paycheck. And every time he calls me “Miss Ade,” I hear the anger he never said out loud… They say time heals everything. I believed it—until I saw him again. Until I walked into the boardroom of my dream job and saw the man I ghosted five years ago... sitting at the head of the table, in a tailored navy blue suit, smirking with the same calm fury that used to haunt my dreams. His name is Lanre. Once, he was my everything. Now, he's my boss. And I think he wants revenge. It was never supposed to be like this. Five years ago, I ended our relationship with a single message. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t call.” I blocked him immediately. Changed my number. Switched cities. Not because I hated him… but because I was scared. Not of him—he was gentle. Loving. Too loving. I was scared of myself. Of how much I depended on him. Of how much he wanted to marry me when I wasn’t ready. Of how much he saw a future, while I saw only fear. I didn’t want to explain. So I vanished. Now, five years later, I’m 29 and tired of running. I want to rebuild my life. When I landed the job at Crest Capital, I thought it was a miracle. One of the top financial firms in the country. A chance to finally live the life I thought I’d thrown away. Until the glass doors slid open on my first day… and I saw him. Lanre. Older. Colder. More powerful than ever. His eyes locked on mine. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even smile. He just said: > “Miss Ade… we’ve been expecting you.” That was three months ago. Since then, I’ve tried to keep things professional. He hasn’t mentioned our past. But it leaks into everything. Into how he assigns me the most difficult projects. Into how he corrects me in front of the entire team. Into how he calls me “Miss Ade” with venom wrapped in velvet. The other staff think he’s hard on me because I’m new. I know better. He remembers everything. Last Friday, he called me into his office. The air was ice. He didn’t look up from his desk as he spoke. > “We’re flying to Abuja for the investors’ summit. You’ll assist me directly.” I swallowed. > “Sir, there are senior associates—” He looked up. His stare was fire. > “You have a problem, Miss Ade?” I shook my head. “No, sir.” The flight was silent. The hotel lobby buzzed with executives. I tried to stay behind him, unnoticed. But at dinner, with partners from Dubai and London seated around us, Lanre turned to me and said: > “Tell them, Miss Ade… why you believe loyalty is the most undervalued asset in business.” The table went quiet. He was smiling—but his eyes burned. I knew what he meant. I felt my stomach twist. That night, in my room, I couldn’t sleep. At 2:13 AM, I heard a knock. My heart stopped. I opened the door… and there he was. Lanre. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled up. A storm behind his calm expression. > “May I come in?” I froze. But I stepped aside. He walked in slowly. Looked around. Then turned to me and asked the question I knew was coming. > “Why did you do it?” I looked at him. Really looked. The man I once loved. Who used to hold my face like it was a treasure. Who wrote me poems he never shared. Who told me, “You are not hard to love. You just need someone who won’t run.” And I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do. I cried. > “I was afraid,” I whispered. “You loved me so much, it felt like drowning. I didn’t know how to love you back. So I ran.” He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Until finally, he said: > “And now?” I looked up. > “Now I wish I hadn’t.” He nodded once. Then walked toward the door. Paused. > “Get some rest. Early call tomorrow.” And he left. Just like that. Back at the office, things changed. He stopped being cold. But he wasn’t warm. He was silent. Deliberate. The week after, he called for a leadership restructure meeting. My name was on the shortlist for promotion. The staff were shocked. So was I. But the real shock came the next morning. When I entered the office and saw a small envelope on my desk. It wasn’t from HR. It was handwritten. No name. Just five words: > “You still owe me closure.” I thought he wanted to punish me. But maybe he wants something more. And I don’t know if I’m ready… to find out what it is. To be continued Please do not forget to like shear and comment

A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE KEEPER ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT OFF IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S HOTEL ROOM EPISODE 5 The peace didn’t last. Three days after Liam showed up at Alma’s apartment, news broke like a wildfire across social media and gossip blogs. “Billionaire Liam Hart Caught in Scandal with Hotel Housekeeper”—headlines screamed, photos splashed across timelines: one showed Alma stepping out of Liam’s car, another captured him entering her building. A third—more invasive—was a blurred shot of them hugging in her doorway. Alma’s world spun. She had never known this kind of attention, and it wasn’t the fairytale kind. It was cruel. Her inbox flooded with hateful messages. “Gold digger.” “Social climber.” “He’ll drop you soon.” The hotel press office issued a cold, rehearsed statement: “We are investigating internal staff relationships to maintain professional standards.” The management who once apologized to her were now silent. Liam tried to shield her, but the damage spread. Business partners pulled away from him. Investors raised questions. And when Alma walked through the hotel lobby just once—head low, heart beating—someone spat near her feet. It was too much. She broke down that night. “I can’t do this, Liam,” she whispered, tears falling as she sat on his expensive couch, curled into herself. “This isn’t my world. I’m not strong enough for this.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “I didn’t bring you into my world. You became part of it the day you fell asleep in my room like it was the safest place in the world. I don’t care about them, Alma. Let them talk. Let them scream. I only care about us.” She shook her head. “What if I ruin your name? Your empire?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small—silver, delicate, and glinting. A key. He pressed it into her palm. “This isn’t a ring. Not yet. But it’s the key to my house. You’re free to walk away, but I want you to know the door will always be open. For you. For Daniel. For a future we build, not one we inherit.” She sobbed into his shoulder, and for the first time in weeks, her heart felt steady. She didn’t walk away. She walked with him. Days passed. Then weeks. Liam took a step back from the press, released a simple statement of his own: “The woman I’m seeing didn’t sneak into my life—she walked in and changed it. I’m not ashamed. She’s not my scandal. She’s my peace.” The world moved on. Gossip found new fuel somewhere else. The noise faded. And in the quiet, Alma found something she never expected—love without condition. One year later, Liam returned to Suite 709, this time holding Alma’s hand. He opened the door, now renovated and filled with sunlight, and turned to her with a smile. “Remember this place?” She laughed. “The bed I wasn’t supposed to sleep on?” “The bed that changed my life,” he said softly. “And now… I think it’s time.” He knelt, pulled out a velvet box, and opened it. “This time, it’s not a key.” Alma gasped, her hand over her mouth, tears falling freely. “Alma Adeyemi, will you marry me?” Her answer was the only truth that mattered. “Yes.” Not because he was a billionaire. But because he saw her. And loved her. In a world built on power, she was the only thing that ever made him feel human. THE END. Did you enjoy this beautiful story?? If you do then like , comment, and share now Leave your review on my page and please follow Bleeding pen New story 👇 follow EMMACK

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 China is offering assistance to university students who have been facing problems in America . You can now study in Hong Kong, it has some of the best universities in the world . You’ll also be given jobs immediately you are done . China is taking advantage of everything going on and at the same time helping the world . It offers the cheapest tuition . Most international students come on scholarships too . You can take this opportunity and study in China too . Moral lesson : God bless China

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Lamine Yamal is officially the Youngest most paid player in the world . He renewed his contract with FC Barcelona yesterday and he will be there till 2031 . He is also one of the highest paid player in Barcelona right now . Moral lesson : Everyone is not going to make it via school , monitor your kids , see what they are good in and encourage them . But if them Dey show na signs of ashawo ? Bèàt them well .

Men. Forgive but never forget a woman's past. The dirtier her past the more destructive your future is with her. She cannot jump from one bed to another for years acquiring body count that is higher than the traffic of China and Indians put together and yet you think she's still worthy to keep. In case you are ignorant and your father and your mentor fail to teach you these, let me educate. The three superlative qualities of a woman. Every man must desire from a woman is 1. Youthfulness and beauty. 2. Purity, innocence (virginity). 3. Character. In this order. Any woman that fails any of this text is dangerous to marry bro. Don't fool yourself trying to believe that she will change because of your stup....dity you call love. Love is not f00lishness. You have a better chance to survive with a woman with a cleaner past than to survive with a woman with a bad past. Avoid them like a plague. I am not saying this out of hatred for the order gender, I am telling you reality.

URGENT 🚨 🚨🚨🚨 Millions of people are currently begging Libianca now to drop new music or they might die of Starvation . They claim they can no longer take it again . Why will she decide to Starve the world of Good music? What degree of wickedness is that ? 🤦‍♂️💔 . For how long are they going to keep waiting to be fed with Golden music ? What did they do wrong to get this kind of treatment ? If something is not done urgently , they might go to the streets to protest till she drops new music. Moral lesson : For real she has starved millions of people from enjoying good music .

SAD 🤦‍♂️💔💔 Fido’s Career is literally going down because of a mistake he made . When “ Joy is coming “ was trending , he became too excited and disrespected Davido . People warned him that he should calm down he didn’t hear . Fido just dropped a new song and 98% of the comments are people refusing to stream the music or use the sound because he disrespected Davido . Fido decided to apologize but will this help ? Moral lesson : Be careful with things you say or do when excited. 🤦‍♂️

Really 😮‼️ “Wizkid was the first Afrobeats I came across for a collaboration to come to the spotlight in the Entertainment Industry but unfortunately Wizkid let me down because I was an uprising artist in another Afrobeats Market although I was a famous artist in Liberia already. Between 2022/2023, I had an opportunity to visit Wizkid at his mansion in Ghana through the help of my manager & Wizkid's girlfriend ‘Jada P”. While awaiting Wizkid in the living room to engage him with the plan having a collaboration with him. As soon as Wizkid stepped out of the room thinking that he was going to recognize me to have a fruitful meeting. Surprisingly, Wizkid went out of his room without even resting his body in the living room, stepped out, and straightened into his car without having a concern or second thought that people came to see him. I spent 6 hours at Wizkid Mansion patiently waiting, but he didn't return in time till my manager and I took our exit. Luckily I got my first global hit song “Butta My Bread” featuring Lasmid in 2023” ~ Afrobeat singer, JZyNo #worldwideblogstandard

"The only thing that has been keeping me in this music industry is the passion i have for it. Bro things are now seriously expensive, do you know how many millions you need now to shoot an ordinary video. For you to record a song and to pay for promotion in different areas, shooting the video, and placing it on to the world to see you need to budget a $100K US Dollars for 1 song 😳🙆 and you're not certain it will BLOW UP 🤦 after spending this. It's cr∆zy unlike before when you spend little in arranging your song and BooM e don blow everybody don dey jam to am your account balance go dey Increase. — Afrobeats sensational legend Timaya reveals in a recent podcast when he was asked how did he cope with pushing his music before when he started and now that the entire system has changed totally. Just imagine spending $100k dollars ( 200 million when converted to niara 😳🙆) on a song and e no blow🤦 heartbreak no even pain reach this one 😂. You go just dey watch your money dey fly come down like Aviator ✈️😁.

I'm just a hotel waiter. I met Madam Iruoma when I went to deliver her dinner to her. Madam Iruoma booked a VIP room in our hotel. It was literally the first time I met her. When I saw her that night, I noticed the worry on her face. Something was bothering her. After serving her food, I left. I went to my colleague Mike. Mike is my paddy paddy in the hotel. Bro did you observe anything strange with the woman that booked the room 002 VIP. I asked Mike. Something like what? Bro I don't look at anybody's face in this hotel o, my work is to serve food. Mike said. That's bad bro, something is troubling her. I said. Ayochidi I know you just newly started working here about a week ago, to keep your job, I suggest you mind your business. Anything troubling her will not pass her boyfriend or husband cheated on her. So she just come to relax her mind. Mike said to me. Really? I asked Mike. Or? Mike said. Or she haven't received serious knacking for a long time. Mike said and let out a laugh. That's not funny bro. I said. Few hours later Madam Iruoma called and I went and took her dishes away. I wanted to ask her what was bothering her, but Mike already told me it wasn't on my jurisdiction. After work that night because I was on night shift, I went home the following morning. When I got home. My landlord was already outside waiting for me. Ayochidi, you think you can hide forever abi? My landlord asked me. No sir, I started a new job a week ago, that's where I'm coming from. I said to my landlord. Ayochidi! You have three days to come up with my rent. Three days. If I don't see my rent. When you return from where ever you go at night. You will see your things outside. My landlord said. Sir give me till month end. I promise to pay by month end. I said. Three days! My landlord said and angrily left my house. I went into my house and sat down. I was thinking of where to raise my rent in three days when a call came in from my mother in the village. Hello brother; that was my baby sister calling. She used my mother's phone to call me. Brother, Waec will soon be closing registration. My little sister reminded me. Mma I will send the money soon. I said. And even Mommy's medicine has finish, we have to buy another set. My sister said. I will send the money. I said. Life was really difficult, from thinking how to raise money. I slept off. I have been awake all night. Again It was night; I went to the hotel. Madam Iruoma was still in the hotel. She had orderd for dinner. I went and served her dinner. I was about to leave when she called me back. Can I speak with you? She asked me. Please come and sit. She said. Is there a problem? I asked her. No there's No problem at all. I just want someone to talk to. I have lodged here to two days now and I feel bored. She said. Is everything okay? I asked her. Firstly what's your name? She asked me. My Name is Ayochidi. I replied. Ayochidi? Is that not like Igbo and Yoruba? She asked me. It is ma. I replied. My name is Iruoma. She said. Nice to meet you ma. I said. Enough with the ma's. Call me Iruoma. She said. She came close to me and started touching me. Ma, I don't think this is proper. I said. Are you a baby. She said. I don't understand. I said. Just make me feel like a woman. Iruoma said. I think I have to go now. I said. That day I left her room. But for the next two days she kept insisting that I personally continued delivering her food to her. I have really thought about it. On the third day, when I went to deliver her food. She asked me what was it I wanted. I should name anything. And she would do it for me. That was the very moment my entire life changed. Your shares is my biggest motivation to continue... To Be Continued. Title: Room Service 1 My Name is Ayochidi and Writing Choose Me...002

"A son of NOBODY that wants to become SOMEBODY without knowing ANYBODY must not think like EVERYBODY." I know my struggles. I know where I’m coming from. Don’t just admire the shine — understand the story behind it. I didn’t get here by watching others win; I put in the work. There were days I had nothing to eat. People laughed. Even my own family didn’t believe I’d become a great musician. They said, “Music doesn’t pay in Africa.” But I refused to listen. I packed my bags, left home, and started life on my own — chasing a dream no one could see but me. That’s when reality hit hard… life wasn’t what I bargained for. But I made a vow: “If I make it, I’ll tell it all.” Don’t just admire us from afar — come closer and hear the pain behind the praise. Do you know how many times I begged to perform at small shows and got rejected? How many times I was embarrassed, pushed aside, or sang for free with nothing but hope in my pocket? But I never gave up. I told myself, “I’m getting there, no matter what.” I believed in myself. I fought. And that’s how I became who I am today. — Olamide

Breaking News 🚨🚨🤦‍♂️💔 Donald Trump has just blocked Harvard University from admitting and enrolling international students, terminating Harvard’s student visa program. . International students can no longer get a visa to study at HARVAD 🤦‍♂️ Trump wants every foreign country to improve on their educational system . Most ministers and presidents send their kids to study abroad, looks like they can’t do it again at Harvard

"Kanayo O. Kanayo is more than just the ‘r!tual man’ we all watched growing up — he’s a real-life king with a heart of gold. I remember back then People knew my face, but not my name. I felt stuck. But today I'm privileged to act with a king I have always admired . I got a chance to audition for a classic movie — and guess who was playing the lead? The man himself, Kanayo O. Kanayo. After my audition, I heard he told the director, ‘That boy reminds me of me when I started — give him the role.’ I was shocked. On set, he didn’t treat me like a small boy. He guided me, gave me acting tips, corrected me with love, and told me, ‘Don’t just act, connect with the people.’ That movie has opened doors for me. He didn’t just inspire me with his past — he helped shape my future. The king, I’m proud to say I stand tall today because you lifted me that movie alone has taken me places and I will keep appreciating you.” — Stan Nze

Nigerian skit maker, Shanks has just won $10,000 on his first day in Kai Cenat's streaming academy.🔥🇳🇬 Mr Beast gave Kai Cenat $10,000 to give to a random streamer with a sticky note under their chair at his Streamer University. Shank had a sticky note under his seat and he won the $10,000. Congratulations to shank🇳🇬🔥

Sophia Egbueje Claps Back at Burna Boy Over New Song “Tatata” – Calls Him Out Over “Sêx for Lamborghini” Promise Whew! The tea is HOT, and Sophia Egbueje is not letting Burna Boy rest easy after the release of his latest track "Tatata." Taking to social media with all the fire and no filter, Sophia came for the African Giant with pointed words and bold claims. According to her, the song isn’t just a banger—it’s a reminder of an unresolved scândal: Burna’s alleged promise of a Lamborghini in exchange for sëx. Yep, you read that right—“Sëx for Lamborghini.” Sophia’s message? Clear. She’s not here for the games, the lyrics, or what she calls "cheap clout in disguise." She accused Burna Boy of trying to flip real-life receipts into catchy bars without owning up to the promises he made behind closed doors. Social media has since exploded, with fans torn between riding the beat of Tatata and raising eyebrows at the drama behind it. Is this a publicity stunt? A lover's spat gone public? Or is Sophia holding him accountable in the boldest way possible? One thing’s for sure—Sophia is done staying quiet, and Burna might have more to answer for than just his rhymes. Stay tuned. This story’s got more layers than a remix.

"This is why I don't like collecting free gifts!" – Don Jazzy “You're selling Nkwobi. I didn’t beg you, you gave me for free and I took it. Now it’s time to ‘return the favor’ and you're asking me to bring Rema for your event—because of Nkwubi?!” “Next thing now, people will say I’m difficult. Abeg, nobody should give me free gifts again. I don’t want wahala.” #1official

"Peller you think you have money 👀, you be baby for money matter for where i dey 😁. Unknowingly i was asking your security man for your location and he said that boy with that Small Benz 😂.. I said i am looking for peller's house this security man still insisted saying that boy with that small Benz! Yeah that's his house and he pointed your apartment to me🤦 Peller if you fire him i will employ him and pay him triple of what you have been paying him. Your Benz is 60 million 😁 car where i dey drive for 2021 you no fit buy am for 2025 🙆. I am driving the latest Mercedes Benz GLE 23, which will buy your small 60 million niara benz 3times 😂. — Nastyblaq confronts Peller after he tried to brag about his acquired wealth in his front during their Livestream 😂, out of shame Peller started calling EFCC to screen record their conversation saying nastyblaq is using skit to cover his tracks as a yahoolboy 🙆.

Breaking News 🚨🚨🚨 Pope Leo XIV calls for the creation of more schools and hospitals in Africa and the world and not only churches . The pope continued by saying young children are vibrant , strong and have amazing ideas that needs to be exploited . It’s not only about churches but education. It’s beautiful seeing this . Moral lesson : We love the new Pope already ❤️

𝗖𝘂𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 Denies Fighting With 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗼's Longtime Associate, 𝗨𝗯𝗶 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻🙆🏽‍♂️🔥🔥 Chiefpriest has debunked the viral news of his alleged fight with Ubi Franklin Who is also a friend to Davido . Chiefpriest shared a video of himself, Ubi Franklin and another of Davido's 30bg Team member, Israel DMW laughing over the report. See the video 📷 in the comment section 👇🏼 Follow Our Page For All The Juicy Updates On Your Favorite Igbo Musicians Around The World 🌎❤️🙏🏾 #cubanachiefpriest #davido #ubifranklin #igbo #nigeria #afrobeats #owerri #yoruba #AkwaIbom #NigerianMusic #Iyanya #tekno #Southeastmusic

Breaking News 🚨🚨🤦‍♂️💔 Donald Trump has just blocked Harvard University from admitting and enrolling international students, terminating Harvard’s student visa program. . International students can no longer get a visa to study at HARVAD 🤦‍♂️ Trump wants every foreign country to improve on their educational system . Most ministers and presidents send their kids to study abroad, looks like they can’t do it again at Harvard

TOUCHING 🥹🥹❤️ When Fish Pie guy fell from fame , everyone laughed at him , he became a subject of mockery . He almost got into depression . While everyone was laughing at him , VDM Called him , gave him 1 million and asked him to enroll in a culinary school , today he is an expert in cakes and everyone is congratulating him . He is rapidly gaining fame again and this time he will use it to sell what he is good in. Moral lesson : When you fall ,don’t sleep , get up and keep pushing . Big respect to VDM too .