“I No Get Shame!” – Tiwa Savage Spills it all on How She Begged Don Jazzy for a Second Chance, Found Love, and Built Her Mavin Family

Before she was Africa’s ultimate Afrobeats queen, singing her heart out on Somebody’s Son, Tiwa Savage was just a bold dreamer with thick skin and zero shame—and she’s not afraid to admit it.

In a tell-it-all, deeply emotional interview with Afrobeats Intelligence, Tiwa opened up about one of the most defining moments of her career—the day she humbled herself and knocked on Don Jazzy’s door again, this time, with a shameless but heartfelt plea.

“When Don Jazzy started Mavin, I went to him and said, ‘Can you sign me now? Because you didn’t sign me in Mo’Hits before,’” she said, laughing. “I asked again. Wow. Oh my God. I don’t have shame.”

But behind the laughter was something raw: a woman who knew her worth, who had once been overlooked in the Mo’Hits era, but refused to let rejection define her. Tiwa wasn’t just asking to be signed—she was fighting for her destiny. And guess what?

Don Jazzy said YES.

Just like that, the doors to Mavin Records swung wide open for her—and with them came not just hit songs, but something even more precious: a family.

“Mavin was like home. If something trended online or I was going through stuff personally, I could just run into Jazzy’s room. Everyone—Dr Sid, Reekado Banks, Tega—they’d gather, no judgement. We’d cry, talk, laugh... That bond? I miss it,” Tiwa revealed, her voice soft with nostalgia.

It wasn’t just about music. It was late-night heart-to-hearts, sibling fights, shared wins, inside jokes. And yes—love stories bloomed too. Fans whispered back then about sparks between some of the Mavin stars, and while Tiwa’s lips stay sealed, you could feel the warmth in how she talked about those days.

Now with Empire, Tiwa’s journey has shifted. It’s less warmth, more business. And while she’s bossing up in a big way—touring, deals, international features—there’s a part of her that still longs for the tight-knit magic Mavin once gave her.

“You have to know who you’re signing to. That experience shaped me—not just musically, but as a businesswoman too,” she said,

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https://www.nairaland.com/8456561/q1-2025-vat-generated-received

FULL LIST: VAT generated in states across Nigeria in Q1 2025. Allegedly.

1. Lagos: N819.62bn
2. Rivers: N278.23bn
3. Oyo: N79.78bn
4. Bayelsa: N27.26bn
5. Kano: N22.97bn
6. Edo: N20.73bn
7. Delta: N20.04bn
8. Akwa-Ibom: N16.08bn
9. Kwara: N14.43bn
10. Benue: N12.36bn
11. Jigawa: N11.22bn
12. Sokoto: N10.88bn
13. Anambra: N10.73bn
14. Ekiti: N10.17bn
15. Adamawa: N9.12bn
16. Kaduna: N8.12bn
17. Borno: N7.87bn
18. Ebonyi: N7.43bn
19. Kogi: N7.33bn
20. Ogun: N7.20bn
21. Ondo: N7.14bn
22. Nasarawa: N7.05bn
23. Bauchi: N6.30bn
24. Niger: N5.97bn
25. Katsina: N5.96bn
26. Osun: N5.95bn
27. Yobe: N5.81bn
28. Plateau: N5.55bn
29. Kebbi: N5.13bn
30. Enugu: N4.96bn
31. Gombe: N4.61bn
32. Zamfara: N3.77bn
33. Abia: N2.92bn
34. Cross River: N2.65bn
35. Imo: N2.34bn
36. Taraba: N2.33bn

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#TheCableIndependent newspaper on x

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THE MOST DEPENDENT ZONE ON VAT — Q1 2025

1 North East — Contributed ₦30.04 billion but received ₦124.20 billion.

2 South East — Contributed ₦28.37 billion but received ₦104.50 billion.

3 North West — Contributed ₦68.05 billion but received ₦176.74 billion.

4 North Central — Contributed ₦52.70 billion but received ₦126.16 billion.

5 South South — Contributed ₦364.99 billion but received ₦171.19 billion.

6 South West — Contributed ₦929.87 billion but received ₦258.19 billion.

North East got more by 313.4%
South East got more by 268.4%
North West got more by 159.7%%
North Central got more by 139.4%
South South got less by 53.1%
South West got less by 72.2%

#Statisense
(FAAC)

Me:This isn't equity or fairness, but baboon eating more than the hard working monkey.
"Let the TAX REFORM BREATHE" for equity and fairness.

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*SERIOUS COLD UNTIL AUGUST*
*TAKE NOTE:*

Starting tomorrow at 5:00 AM: for 27 hours we will experience the APHELION PHENOMENON.

The Earth will be very far from the Sun .

We cannot see the phenomenon, but we CAN feel its impact. It will last until the month of August.

We will have colder weather than ever before, which can lead to flu, coughing, difficulty breathing, etc.

We must boost our immunity by using plenty of vitamins and supplements to strengthen our health.

The distance from the Earth to the Sun is normally 5 light-minutes or 90 million km.

During the Aphelion phenomenon, we are 152 million km away from the Sun — that’s 66% further.

The air will become colder, and our bodies are not used to this temperature — it is a significant difference.

We must maintain our health as best we can. Whether it is cloudy or sunny, the cold will increase just the same!!!

Please share this information with all your family and friends, as many people as possible, so they too can take precautions.

*LET'S TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES!!*

BREAKING NEWS:

BE CAREFUL OF A SIENNA BUSES AND OTHER VEHICLES THAT PARKS in
front of you, and ask you to enter,if you
refuse to enter, they will accuse you of
being a run away murderer, a wanted
419ner or a Fraudster on security watch list their voice will be so loud that
passers by will have to unknowingly join
them to tell u to enter the bus and follow
them to the station.

its a scam, they are kidnappers, that's the
new skill they are using, they do not wear police uniform, they are always in normal
dresses, but all they do is to park the
sienna bus in front of any person
anywhere and accuse such a person of
murder,and drag such a person into the
bus stating that he/she is wanted at the station. They have used this conversation
well and many have being trapped in it.
"What to do in such a situation"
When you hear such
Scream aloud dont run away
Tell the watchers to look around and call police patrol in normal vehicle or that all
of you should walk to the nearest police
station.

At worst scream for more people to come
to your aid before u can ask for their
police identity They are kidnappers
many have been kidnapped
Pls pass this message to your loved ones
May the Lord expose these kidnappers
and ritual killers.

Let the above be circulated to our children, brothers, sisters and loved ones. This is their new strategy now

Eyes open , watch and pray
If you see something, say something.

This msg is from P C R C . Lagos State
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Security Tips to watch out for:
1. Rider carries you and start making a call, always trying a particular no....red flag
2. Rider assures you he knows your destination, fortunately you too know the destination and he turns off the route.. red flag.
3. You are sure of the right route, rider keeps deaf ears and continues off route....*red flag*
4. You accuse rider of taking you off route and he does not apologize but determines to continue....
*SAVE YOUR SELF, IF NEARING BUMP OR SLOWING DOWN FLY OUT/OFF*

Sad that Nigerians have become worse than oyibos minding their business at times when you make distress moves and calls...they just stare or carry phone or ignore...
*So save yourself*

May the Almighty continue to thwart the activities of these evil people.

*THANK YOU LORD FOR SAVING AND PROTECTING YOUR OWN.

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ABUJA-BASED WELLS CARTON HOTEL CANCELS OPPOSITION COALITION EVENT TO UNVEIL ADC AGAINST TINUBU.

The programme, designed to formally introduce the ADC as the main political vehicle to challenge the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC) in the 2027 elections, was set to host some of Nigeria’s biggest political figures across party lines.

The unveiling of the African Democratic Congress (ADC) as the political platform for Nigeria’s growing opposition coalition was on Wednesday abruptly disrupted after the Wells Carlton Hotel and Apartments in Asokoro, Abuja, suddenly cancelled the fully paid reservation just hours before the event.

The programme, designed to formally introduce the ADC as the main political vehicle to challenge the ruling All Progressives Congress (APC) in the 2027 elections, was set to host some of Nigeria’s biggest political figures across party lines.

However, on Wednesday morning, organisers were informed that the hotel would no longer be able to host the event, citing an unspecified “internal compliance matter.”

A screenshot of the hotel’s message posted by opposition politician and media figure, Dele Momodu, on Instagram read: “Dear Esteemed Patron, Thank you once again for choosing the Wells Carlton Hotel and Apartments.

“We sincerely regret to inform you that due to an internal compliance matter that has just come to our attention, we are unable to proceed with hosting your scheduled event.

“We are fully aware that the event is less than 24 hours away, and we deeply apologise for the timing and inconvenience this may cause.”

Momodu, reacting to the development, described it as another clear case of state-backed intimidation and political sabotage.

“The intimidation of opposition by a jittery government continues as the booking of a venue for the unveiling of the adopted party, ADC, by the coalition has been unilaterally and suddenly cancelled by the Management of the hotel due to what insiders described as fear of reprisals from APC operatives,” he said.

“But this will not dampen the daredevil determination of opposition forces who are poised to hotly challenge the ruling party.”

Salihu Lukman, a former APC chieftain now working with the opposition coalition, also slammed the hotel's management in a statement released via Momodu's post.

Writing on behalf of People and Passion Consult Ltd, Lukman accused the hotel of breaching a valid agreement.

“This is unacceptable. Your management has no right to unilaterally sabotage a contract validly and legally agreed to and fully paid for.

“You must meet the terms of the contract fully by allowing the event to hold with full compliments of all the services agreed to. This is not negotiable,” he wrote.

SaharaReporters had reported that top opposition leaders on Tuesday night adopted the African Democratic Congress (ADC) as their new political platform.

They also nominated David Mark as the party’s protem national chairman and former Osun State Governor Rauf Aregbesola as protem national secretary.

The announcement emerged from a high-level meeting currently underway, signalling a major coalition of political heavyweights ahead of the 2027 general elections.

Prominent leaders present at the meeting include former Rivers State Governor and ex-Minister of Transportation, Rotimi Amaechi, former Labour Party presidential candidate, Peter Obi, former All Progressives Congress National Chairman, John Oyegun, former Attorney-General of the Federation, Abubakar Malami, former Kaduna State Governor, Nasir El-Rufai, former Cross River Governor, Liyel Imoke, and former House Speaker and ex-Sokoto State Governor, Aminu Tambuwal.

Others in attendance include influential political figures like Kashim Imam and other senior stakeholders from across the political spectrum.

Sources at the meeting described the development as a convergence of politicians from across party lines, driven by a shared determination to unseat President Bola Tinubu and dislodge the ruling APC in the 2027 elections.

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It's like this coalition stuff is shaking the table of the president already otherwise, I see no reason why they stopped the unveiling of their chosen political party.

#bendelgistsblog.

HE DIED CALLING FOR HIS MOTHER

The morning sun hid behind thick clouds, as though ashamed of what the earth was about to witness.

They pulled this man through the narrow path that led to the village square—not like a human being, but like a rag, like a thing. His knees were bruised, his hands tied so tight they had turned purple. His shirt was torn, soaked in sweat, tears, and blood.

People shouted. Some spat. Others pointed.
“Criminal.”
“Wicked boy.”
“He should be killed.”
“What did he steal?” someone asked from the crowd.

The shopkeeper screamed: “My market money! Twenty-five thousand naira! He entered when I stepped out. Who else could it be?”

His lips were quivering. His voice came out dry and cracked. “I didn’t take anything. Please… I swear on my mother’s life…”
But his voice was drowned in anger.
Nobody believed him.

The first stone hit his forehead. He screamed, not just from pain—but from disbelief.
A man kicked him in the ribs. He fell, gasping.
Another hit. Then another.
They didn’t stop.
Children watched.
Mothers joined in.
Elders stood still.

As blood poured from his nose and mouth, His voice broke through the chaos:
“Mama! Mamaaa… help me!”

But his mother… she wasn’t there.
She had gone to fetch firewood that morning, not knowing her only son was being murdered.

They brought out a tyre.
Someone had petrol.
They poured it.
He cried louder, begged harder, shaking like a wounded animal.

“Please… I didn’t do it. I didn’t… I want to live…”

But mercy was already gone.
And then—the matchstick.

The fire roared. His scream tore through the sky.
He tried to crawl out, but someone pushed him back with a stick.
His fingers burned as he reached out for help that would never come.
His lips moved one last time, and no one could hear what he said-but maybe, it was “I’m sorry”, or maybe, “I’m afraid.”

And then… silence.

Moments later—too late—a boy ran into the crowd, out of breath, his voice shaking:
“It wasn’t him! I swear! It was the shopkeeper’s cousin. She took the money. She just confessed to me in tears.”

The crowd froze.
Mouths hung open.
Eyes stared at their bloodstained hands.

A woman began to scream. Another fainted.

They had burned an innocent soul.

A boy with dreams.
A boy whose only crime was being poor.
A boy who called for his mother till his final breath.

The clouds above could hold it no longer.
Rain began to fall.

Not to wash away their guilt,
But to mourn with the heavens.

We live in a world where accusations spread faster than truth.
Where a single voice can sentence a soul.
Let us not let anger blind us. Let us not forget humanity.

Tomorrow, it could be your brother.
Or your son.
Or you.

#StopJungleJustice
#VerifyBeforeYouCondemn
#JusticeForTheInnocent
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When Okon applied as a gateman at my husband's work place in 2013, I noticed him almost immediately.

There was just something about him.

Maybe it was the way he greeted, cheerful, respectful, eyes bright like he had no worries in the world. Maybe it was how quick he was to learn, even though technically, he was just “the man at the gate.”

My husband was the branch MD then. We both worked in the same company. He was the MD, and I handled internal affairs. That’s how I first noticed Okon, the gatekeeper who never acted like one.

However, my husband is the type that believes everybody deserves to be treated with dignity, from the cleaner to the board chairman. And Okon? He mirrored that same energy, like he was carved from the same wood.

But what really struck me about Okon was how he carried himself.

While some gatemen used style to scan your dressing and weigh your pocket before hailing you with:

“My Oga… I dey loyal. Anything for the boys?”

Okon never did that. Never.

He did his work like a professional, too professional sef for the role. He wasn’t the type to disappear when the sun was scorching and customers were no longer trooping in. Instead, he would curl into his plastic chair, pull out one heavy textbook, and read like he was preparing for a bigger mission.

Every single time.

At some point, I started paying closer attention. Something told me this young man was not just hustling, he had vision. He had fire in his bones.

I mentioned it to my husband one night while we were locking up and heading home. And he smiled and said, “I’ve noticed too.”

So we both agreed, it was time to talk to him.

That evening, after everyone had left, we called him in.

He walked in, slightly nervous, still polite.

We smiled and asked, “Okon, we’ve been watching you for a while. You’re not just different—you’re intentional. What are your life goals?”

He smiled, a little shy, and said:

“My goal is to be a chartered accountant, I’ve actually completed my ND 2, I'm just trying to raise money and go back to school.”

I blinked. ND1?

“Where are your parents?” my husband asked gently.

He swallowed. “They died when I was five. I was raised by my grandma, but she passed away three years ago.”

My chest tightened.

“So you’ve been on your own since then?”

“Yes ma,” he nodded.

I swear, I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

He had every reason to go astray, to become bitter, to be entitled, but he chose a different path. A path of hard work, dignity, and quiet resilience.

I looked at my husband. That was it.

We had to help him.

We encouraged him to get the HND form. He did, and registered for part-time with some of the savings he had already gathered. We paid the rest of his school fees.

When he knelt down to thank us, I almost burst into tears. But we told him, “Stand up, biko. We’re just doing what God laid in our heart.”

We got someone to assist him on shift duty, so he could combine work and school properly.

In one year and six months, Okon graduated. No social media noise, just focus.

When it was time for his convocation, my husband and I went and stood in as a family for him.

We came with different cooked delicacies.

When he saw us, Nah to cry remind for Okon. He said he has never experienced this kindness in his life before, or even being celebrated.

The convocation went well, and we took a cute photoshoot which was enlarged.

Okon however didn’t even wait for NYSC. He got his statement of result and continued working.

Then my husband told him, “Apply as a staff. You can’t be at the gate again.”

He applied.

They gave him the job.

That same gate where he used to stand, he now walked past wearing a shirt and tie. His former colleagues would hail him:

“Okon! You don be our boss oh! Remember your boys!”

He would smile and still “remember” them from time to time.

Okon worked with integrity, humility, and excellence. Two years later, he got promoted.

We were already a family. He would come to the house, gist with us, celebrate small wins, bring cake for the children.

He even got married, before my husband got transferred to Abuja.

Ah, when we were leaving, Okon wept like a baby.

He hugged us over and over, came visiting again before we finally left.

He still calls us often.

Just last week, he told me he had been promoted to Executive Director.

I froze.

I didn’t know when tears gathered in my eyes.

From a gateman to Executive Director?

Only God can write such beautiful stories.

And sometimes, he uses people like you and I to hold the pen.

Moral of the story?

Don’t look down on anybody. That “ordinary” gateman you’re ignoring might just be a giant in the making.

Life is truly beautiful… when your heart is good.

Your current situation is not your conclusion.
You may start at the gate, but if you carry vision, discipline, and integrity, the gate won’t be your final address.

Finally, when you’re faithful in little, life will trust you with more.
Okon wasn’t waiting for a big role to show excellence. He gave his best as a gateman, and life respond and became executive director.

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I WAS JUST HUNGRY — A Cry from The Traps Of Life

Someone shared this heartbreaking image of a little mouse caught in a trap.

Its tiny eyes were swollen with tears.

Its paw was crushed. Blood stained the wooden floor beneath it. Yet, what caught my heart wasn’t the pain or the blood—but the words written beside it: "I’m not a dangerous animal and I won’t hurt you. I was just hungry."

It took me back—way back to my early years in Alagbado , Lagos State.

There was a young boy in our compound named Chima. He was always dirty, always sneaking into kitchens when no one was looking.

At least once a week, someone would shout, “That Chima don carry my garri again oh!”

I remember how we mocked him. Called him “thief.”

Some adults would beat him up. One woman even tied him to a tree once, under the hot sun, for taking a piece of fried fish.

But what we didn’t know—what we never even asked—was that Chima was just hungry.

His mother had died when he was six. His father, a drunk, barely returned home with enough money to buy a sachet of pure water. Most nights, Chima and his younger sister slept on empty stomachs.

So, he learned to steal to survive. He learned to beg, to sneak, to be smart.

And while the world saw a thief, what he truly was… was a boy in pain.

Now, years later, I see this mouse crying in a trap and I see Chima’s face.

I see the countless boys and girls in our streets.

I see the bus conductors who shout angrily—not because they enjoy it, but because life has never been kind.

I see the prostitutes in Allen Avenue , the young cult boys in Agege,

The jobless graduates walking the streets of Lagos and Abuja,

The countless prisoners in cells not because they’re wicked—but because they were just hungry..

Hunger isn’t always about food.

Some people are hungry for love.
Some are hungry for peace.
Some are hungry for hope.
Some are just hungry to be noticed—to be seen as human.

But what does society do?

We set traps.

We judge before asking questions.
We condemn before listening.
We punish without understanding.

And sadly, sometimes, even the Church—yes, the place meant for healing—becomes a trap too..

A brother falls into sin and we throw him out. A sister comes pregnant and we push her to the back. But have we ever stopped to ask: Why did she fall? What hunger was she trying to feed?

Beloved, this world is full of "mice"—innocent souls trapped not because they wanted to destroy anything, but because they were just trying to survive.

That boy who stole your phone may have lost both parents.

That girl in makeup and tight jeans may be the breadwinner of her family.

That man who sleeps under the bridge may once have been a promising young graduate—until life dealt him a bad card.

Let me ask you sincerely:

How many people have you judged lately without understanding their hunger?

How many "mice" have you set traps for in your heart—silently condemning them because their scars were too messy for your clean world?

The Bible says in Proverbs 21:13, “Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.”

Every soul you ignore, every cry you silence, every pain you mock—you’re setting a trap for your own day of hunger.

My dear friend, life is deeper than appearances.

Sometimes, all a person needs is a listening ear, a plate of food, a kind word, or even just a smile.

Don’t be too quick to condemn.
Don’t let your heart become a trap.

Choose mercy.
Choose kindness.
Choose love.

Do you know that, the small mouse in that image... Is....

That’s someone in your street today.
That’s a child in your church.
That’s your neighbour.
That could be you tomorrow.

Know that not everyone who falls is evil. Some were just hungry. Find out how you can be of help instead of being a judge.

#HungerEndsWhereCaringBegins
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BREAKING NEWS!
Be careful of a sienna Bus that parks in
front of you, and ask you to enter,if you
refuse to enter, they will accuse you of
being *a run away murderer, a wanted
419ner or a Fraudster on security watch list*, their voice will be so loud that
passers by will have to unknowingly join
them to tell u to enter the bus and follow
them to the station.
its a scam, they are kidnappers, that's the
new skill they are using, they do not wear police uniform, they are always in normal
dresses, but all they do is to park the
sienna bus in front of any person
anywhere and accuse such a person of
murder,and drag such a person into the
bus stating that he/she is wanted at the station. They have used this conversation
well and many have being trapped in it.
*What to do in such a situation*
When you hear such
Scream aloud dont run away
Tell the watchers to look around and call police patrol in normal vehicle or that all
of you should walk to the nearest police
station.
At worst scream for more people to come
to your aid before u can ask for their
police identity They are kidnappers
many have been kidnapped
Pls pass this message to your loved ones
May the Lord expose these kidnappers
and ritual killers.

Let the above be circulated to our children, brothers, sisters and loved ones. This is their new strategy now

Eyes open , watch and pray

This msg is from P C R C . Lagos State
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Jehovah thank you. I have made your name to be praised. This morning one woman left 4 million naira in my Keke. I carried her from ABA main park to Arialrala. She stopped and forget her bag inside my Keke,so I was looking for her but I can't find her. I return to park I did not see her again. Then I go back to Ariariala market and find her at the junction where she was crying wanted to kill herself I called her wipe all her tears then carry all the money give to her and take her to a hotel and she pay for the hotel I tell her to stay there so that tomorrow she can continue. She is from Cameroon she's not a Nigerian talk less of ABA woman. Thanks Jehovah I found her. Some of my follow Keke people they called me mugu but I AM not a mugu. I love what I did. It is true that Keke dey distop me. I AM happy. I AM happy. I need new Keke but not from dubious money. I am a Jehovah's witnesses. A bu m onye ama Jehovah. I AM an ABA man. I AM an obingwa man, IAM from #umuomei obingwa LGA abia state nig.
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