"Some People Dey Inside Twitter Dey Eehe" - 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗾𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘇 Roast 𝗢𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗕𝗹𝘃𝗰𝗸 In His New Song 'Go Crazy' 🙆🏽‍♂️

Following Odumodublvck and Blaqbonez recent fall out, Blaqbonez has has just released a snippet of his next single and hey 👋🏽, It is fire

Blaqbonez reinterated that as long as rap is concerned, Till He meets his maker, He'll remain the everlasting taker.

He took his time to address a certain rapper that is on Twitter dey Eehe.... Obviously, we all know that sub was for Odumodublvck

Get ready guys. It seems like we would be having a beef track to dissect soon. Watch the snippet in the comment section 👇🏼

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Bimbo Oshin, a popular Yoruba Nollywood actress, met her late husband, Dudu Heritage, whose real name was Ola Ibironke, many years ago in the Nigerian entertainment circle. Dudu Heritage was a well-known music promoter and socialite, especially active in the U.S. and Nigeria. Their paths crossed during industry events and social gatherings, and from there, they grew close. Their relationship blossomed and led to marriage, though they mostly kept their family life private.

They were blessed with children together, including a daughter. Bimbo Oshin always spoke fondly of her husband, often referring to him as a great support system and a loving father.

Sadly, Dudu Heritage d!ed suddenly on Sunday, September 12, 2021. He reportedly slumped and passed away, which shocked many in the entertainment industry and left Bimbo devastated. His d£ath came unexpectedly and was a major blow to her and the family.

Since the passing of her husband, Bimbo Oshin has focused on her children and career. As of now, there’s no confirmed report that she has remarried or is dating anyone publicly. She continues to keep her personal life away from public drama and focuses on living quietly while maintaining her relevance in Nollywood.
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Designing a good market setting and structure for Obagaji, the administrative headquarters of Agatu LGA in Benue State, requires an approach that reflects the local culture, supports agriculture-based commerce, improves livelihoods, and fosters community development.

A proposal by Obagaji, Agatu Benue State page

Here is a comprehensive proposal for a modern yet culturally grounded market structure for Obagaji:

PROPOSED MARKET NAME:

"Obagaji Central Agro-Market" (OCAM)

1. Location & Layout

Location Criteria:

Central to the community, easily accessible from surrounding villages (e.g., Okokolo, Odugbeho, Aila, Usha, Olegochepo, etc.)

Near a motorable road or spot where future road development is feasible

Dry, well-drained land (avoid flood-prone areas, which Agatu has experienced)

Close to a water source for sanitation purposes

Market Zoning Structure:

Divide the market into functional zones:

Zone Description

Fresh Produce Zone: Yam, cassava, maize, vegetables, tomatoes
Livestock Zone: Goats, pigs, poultry, cattle (with pens)
Grains & Cereals Zone: Rice, millet, guinea corn, corn, beans
Craft & Fabric Zone: Local fabric, baskets, pottery, arts
General Goods Zone: Household items, clothing, provisions
Food Court Area: Local food vendors, palm wine spots
Pharmaceutical & Herbal Zone: Traditional medicine, drug stores
Youth Innovation Corner: Tech repairs, tailoring, barbers, etc.
Waste Management Area: Compost and refuse collection point

2. Physical Infrastructure

Market Structures:

Open stalls with zinc roofing

Permanent shops for bigger traders

Shaded spaces using local materials (e.g., raffia/bamboo)

Auction space for livestock sales

Cold storage unit (solar-powered, if possible) for perishables

Toilets and washing areas

Drainage system to manage waste and runoff

Security post and watchtower

Warehouse/Storage rooms

3. Market Day System

Weekly Market Days:

Designate two major market days (e.g., every Wednesday and Saturday or the usual 5 Days as we have it today)

Promote monthly "Agatu Agro Fest" where farmers and artisans showcase produce

4. Governance and Revenue

Market Leadership:

Market Union (elected traders)

Elders’ Council (representing clans/villages)

Women & Youth Representatives

Agatu LGA Liaison Officer

Revenue Streams:

Stall/shop rentals

Parking/ticket fees

Cleaning and security fees

Monthly vendor permits

Partnerships with NGOs or cooperatives

5. Sustainability Features

Encourage plastic-free zones (use raffia or sack bags)

Create community composting pits

Train locals on market hygiene & waste sorting

Use solar panels for lighting and cold storage

6. Cultural Integration

Welcome arch with Idoma symbols

Murals of Agatu farmers and warriors

Market Square Drum Tower for announcements

Open arena for storytelling, music, and local dance on market days

7. Partnerships and Support

Partner with:

Benue State Ministry of Agriculture

Federal Ministry of Agriculture and Rural Development

International NGOs (e.g., Mercy Corps, IFAD)

Local cooperatives

Microfinance banks for small loans

Engage the diaspora community for funding

The Salty Soup

In the small town of Amala Junction, there was a famous mama-put spot called Taste & See. Mama Ejiro, the owner, was known for her loud mouth, hot temper, and even hotter pepper soup. People came from far and near just to eat her egusi and swallow.

One sunny afternoon, Aunty Bunmi, a self-proclaimed chef and neighborhood gossip, walked in with her friend to eat lunch. As usual, the place was full people licking plates and sweating from pepper.

Aunty Bunmi took one spoon of soup, dropped her spoon dramatically, clutched her chest and shouted:

My dear, This your soup is a bit salty today o
Everyone froze.
Even the flies stopped flying.
The music in the background paused by itself.
Children outside stopped playing.
One man even choked on his fufu and started praying in tongues.

Mama Ejiro slowly turned from her pot of steaming soup and replied loudly:

If you sabi cook better, wetin you dey do here every day"
Gasps filled the air.
People started whispering.

Ah ,Aunty Bunmi don collect today
Na so she go from food critic to public disgrace
Drama don land o
Aunty Bunmi stood up, adjusted her wrapper, and shouted back:
At least my husband doesn’t run away to drink garri at bar every night like yours
Gbaga!
Table shake
Soup pot nearly fell

Mama Ejiro threw her cooking spoon in the air and screamed:

Holy Ghost fie. You have entered the arena now Today na today

She tied her wrapper tighter, removed her slippers, and charged like a Nollywood lioness.

Customers dropped their food and ran outside with their chairs like it was a live movie.
The okada man passing shouted:

Wait first, Na free episode of 'Wife of W@r' be this

FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 8
The club was packed, the music loud, the air thick with sweat and perfume. Olivia moved between tables, balancing a tray of drinks, her feet aching in her heels. She hadn’t eaten all day—too nervous, too busy trying to keep up with Malik’s demands.
Then, the room tilted.
Her vision blurred. The tray slipped from her fingers. Glasses shattered on the floor.
And then—nothing.
Malik was in his office when he heard the crash. Then shouting. Then Kola’s voice, sharp with panic: "Boss! It’s Olivia!"
He was out of his chair before the words fully registered.
The crowd had already parted, forming a circle around her. Olivia lay on the floor, pale, unmoving. One of the bouncers was kneeling beside her, about to lift her—
"DON’T TOUCH HER!" Malik’s roar sent everyone scrambling back.
He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands hovering, unsure. He had seen men shot, stabbed, bleeding out—but this? A woman passed out. It terrified him in a way bullets never had.
"Olivia." He tapped her cheek. No response.
His chest tightened. He didn’t think. Just acted.
One arm slid under her knees, the other behind her back—and then he lifted her, cradling her against his chest like something precious.
"Move!" he barked at the crowd. They jumped aside as he carried her through the club, his men trailing behind, stunned.
The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.
Malik had ordered everyone out—doctors, bodyguards, even his most trusted men. Only he remained, sitting stiffly in a chair beside his bed, watching Olivia breathe.
The doctor said it was exhaustion. Dehydration. Nothing serious.
But Malik hadn’t moved.
Olivia stirred, her lashes fluttering. When her eyes opened, they were hazy, confused. Then they focused—on him.
"Malik?" Her voice was weak.
He clenched his jaw. "You fainted."
She blinked, then slowly looked around—his bedroom, the dim lights, the glass of water on the nightstand. "You… brought me here?"
He didn’t answer.
She sat up slowly, wincing. "Why?"
"Because you’re useless to me dead," he snapped.
But his voice didn’t sound angry. It sounded… rough. Worried.
Olivia stared at him. Then, for the first time, she smiled. A small, knowing smile. "You were scared."
His jaw tightened. "Don’t push me, Olivia."
She didn’t listen. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm. "Thank you."
Malik froze. Her touch burned.
---
The next morning, his men wouldn’t stop grinning.
"Boss carried her like a bride," Kola muttered to Dapo, loud enough for Malik to hear.
"Did you see his face? I thought he was going to shoot someone," Dapo chuckled.
Malik ignored them. But his ears burned.
He had spent the night watching her sleep. Making sure she drank water. Adjusting the blankets when she shivered.
It was weakness. It was ******.
But when she had smiled at him—when she had thanked him—something inside him had cracked.
He refused to name it.
But deep down, he knew.
He was falling.
And it terrified him more than any enemy ever had.

I wasn't planning to laugh but the third guy got me. Sounds better than most musicians

FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 6
Olivia stood in front of the mirror in the club’s dressing room, adjusting the short, shimmering black dress the manager had given her. Her heart pounded as she looked at herself. She had never done this before—never danced in front of strangers, never used her beauty like this. But she needed the money. Fifty million naira was too much. And Malik? He only saw her as a debt.
She took a deep breath and stepped onto the small stage near the VIP section. The lights dimmed, the music pulsed, and then—spotlight on her.
The crowd roared.
Olivia moved slowly at first, feeling the rhythm, letting the music guide her. She was nervous, but as the beat grew stronger, so did she. Hips swaying, arms lifting, her body moved like fire. Men whistled. Women cheered. Money started raining on the stage.
She didn’t see him at first.
Then—silence.
The music stopped. The lights blasted on. The crowd froze.
Malik stood in the middle of the club, his face dark with fury. His hands were clenched. His eyes—burning.
"CLUB’S CLOSED. EVERYONE OUT."
No one argued. No one dared. The crowd scattered like leaves in a storm. The manager paled and rushed to obey.
Olivia stood frozen on the stage, her breath coming fast. Malik didn’t speak. He just walked toward her, slow, deliberate. Every step felt like a threat.
She stepped back.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Home. Now."
The car ride was silent. Deadly silent. Olivia sat as far from Malik as she could, her heart hammering. She could feel his anger like a storm, ready to break.
When they got to the penthouse, he didn’t yell. He didn’t even look at her. He just walked inside, his back rigid.
Olivia couldn’t take it anymore.
"I needed the money!" she burst out, her voice shaking. "Fifty million naira, Malik! I can’t just serve drinks forever! I have to pay you back, I have to—"
He turned so fast she flinched. His eyes were wild. **"You think I want you shaking your ass for other men? You think I’ll let you—"**
She didn’t let him finish.
Tears spilled down her cheeks. She was scared. Scared of his anger. Scared of how much she cared what he thought. Without thinking, she stepped forward and hugged him. Tight.
Malik froze.
Her face pressed against his chest. Her arms wrapped around him. She could feel his heartbeat—fast, hard, like a drum.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then—his arms slowly, so slowly, came around her. His grip tightened. His breath shuddered.
Olivia looked up.
His eyes weren’t angry anymore. They were… different. Dark. Hungry.
She didn’t move.
He did.
One hand tangled in her hair. The other gripped her waist. And then—
He kissed her.
Not soft. Not gentle. A claiming. A fire.
Olivia melted into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His mouth was hot, demanding. She kissed him back, forgetting everything—the debt, the club, the fight.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was rough. His eyes searched hers, confused.
No woman had ever made him feel like this.
No woman had ever dared.
Olivia touched his face, her thumb brushing his scar.
And Malik—the ruthless, untouchable Syndicate king—closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.
TO BE CONTINUED...

10 Things Lagos Landlords Won’t Tell You Until It’s Too Late

(Read this BEFORE you pay rent!)

If you’re planning to rent an apartment in Lagos, don’t let that fresh paint deceive you. Many tenants only discover the real truth after they’ve paid in full and moved in—by then, it’s too late. Eyes Of Lagos reports,

Here are 10 shady secrets Lagos landlords won’t tell you, but you NEED to know before renting:

1. “It Doesn’t Flood… Except That One Time”

Many landlords will boldly say “no flooding here,” but once the rain starts, your living room turns into a fishpond. Always inspect after rainfall—or ask neighbors quietly.

2. “There’s Steady Light” – Until You Move In

They’ll tell you the transformer is solid. Reality? You might only get light two times a week, and most tenants rely on gen and candles.

3. “Other Tenants Are Peaceful” – But the Compound Is a Warzone

From neighbors fighting over parking space to 3 a.m. loud music, you may end up in a mini-ghetto with no peace of mind.

4. “We Just Renovated” – Only Paint, Nothing Else

Renovated means they sprayed fresh paint on a building that’s leaking, cracking, or termite-infested. Always check toilets, ceilings, and piping yourself.

5. “Water Runs 24/7” – But the Pump Is Always Off

Some compounds only pump water once a week or expect you to “contribute fuel” for the pumping machine. No water = wahala.

6. “Security Is Tight” – But Gate No Get Padlock

They’ll promise a secure compound, but at night, the gate is wide open, the fence is low, and the night guard sleeps off by 10 p.m.

7. “The Landlord Doesn’t Disturb” – Until He Starts Collecting Fines for Everything

Once you’re in, you’ll start hearing:

“₦2,000 for painting stairs.”

“₦1,500 for compound cleaning.”

“₦5,000 for generator stand fee.”
No peace of mind.

8. “Generator Is Allowed” – But Then He Bans It

You buy your gen, set it up, and suddenly the landlord says “no noise pollution.” Or you can only use it for 2 hours max.

9. “We’re a Family Compound” – But Tenants Mind Only Their Family

Family house dramas, landlords living in the same building, or landlords fighting tenants over who should lock the gate? It’s real.

10. “You’re the First to See It” – But Ten Others Have Paid Caution Fee

They pressure you to pay immediately, saying “others are interested.” Don’t fall for it. Do your checks and take your time.

Breaking news

CHRISBROWN last night was on phone begging Liberia internationally star for a collaboration

Days ago JZyNo when out did a hair cut for his American tour,immediately he posted online, Chrisbrown rush to the nearest kiosk load credit, people ask him why he's sweating that much and he said my twin brother who was missing since childhood was found in Liberia

Little did he know JZyNo was ready for an American tour, few minutes past stood up on a call with him for hours he said please can you give me a callabo during this American tour, and believe me from this time your Grammy award is ready, woow

Not long a child was born and he was destined to live and change the Liberian Music Industry, his American tours is a success already, tickets 🎟 are selling high,his music play worldwide, millions of streams ❤

People now sleep at his dor to beg him drop a verse for them,someone who said Liberia music is dead now they just starting , after this you must know Liberia

Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.