• Many people in the music industry are greedy and want to take advantage of you -- Qing Madi.
    Many people in the music industry are greedy and want to take advantage of you -- Qing Madi.
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 149 Vue
  • On His Way to the Airport, a Millionaire Hands His Mansion Keys to a Soaked Beggar with a Baby… But What He Finds Upon His Return Leaves Him Speechless!… OMG......The rain had come without warning — thick, slanted sheets hammering the pavement, turning the streets into dark rivers. Nathan Hale’s black town car sliced through the storm like a blade. Inside, the world was quiet. Leather seats. Jazz humming from hidden speakers. And Nathan himself, adjusting his cufflinks like always — as if time didn’t dare touch him.

    He wasn’t late for the airport. Nathan was never late. His flight to Zurich was scheduled for 4:10 p.m., and it was only 2:36. The driver knew better than to make conversation.

    Then something flickered in the corner of Nathan’s eye — movement near the edge of a lamppost.

    He almost didn’t look.

    But he did.

    A woman.

    Soaked through. Hair matted to her cheeks. A plastic grocery bag clutched to her chest — no, not a bag. A bundle. A baby. Her bare feet stood in a widening puddle, as if she’d forgotten the world had rules. Her eyes met Nathan’s car window for only a second, but it was enough.

    “Stop the car,” Nathan said.

    The driver hesitated. “Sir?”

    Nathan unbuckled his seatbelt. “I said stop.”

    The brakes hissed. Water splashed.

    Nathan stepped into the storm — three-thousand-dollar shoes drowning instantly. He didn’t care. Not in that moment.

    “You need somewhere to go,” he said.

    She didn’t answer. Just tightened her grip on the child and shook from the cold.

    He pulled a silver key from his coat pocket.

    “This is my house,” Nathan said quietly, almost to himself. “It’s empty. Take it. There’s food. Blankets. Heat.”

    She stared at him as if he were insane.

    Maybe he was.

    Maybe, for once, he wanted to be.

    He pressed the key into her hand, stepped back, and returned to the car without another word.

    The door slammed. The car slid back into the storm. The woman was gone from his view. Like a ripple in the water — brief, but unforgettable.



    Now, two weeks later, Nathan stood in front of his mansion again — duffel bag in hand, jet-lagged, and unsettled.

    Something was… off.

    The windows were lit. The garden looked trimmed. And there was music playing softly — an old lullaby, coming from the baby grand piano in the salon.

    He wasn’t sure why, but a chill ran up his spine.

    He turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.

    Then froze.

    What he saw inside the house — who he saw — made him forget how to breathe....
    FULL STORY – headinsider.net/2025/06/06/beggar-baby
    On His Way to the Airport, a Millionaire Hands His Mansion Keys to a Soaked Beggar with a Baby… But What He Finds Upon His Return Leaves Him Speechless!… OMG...😲😲😲...The rain had come without warning — thick, slanted sheets hammering the pavement, turning the streets into dark rivers. Nathan Hale’s black town car sliced through the storm like a blade. Inside, the world was quiet. Leather seats. Jazz humming from hidden speakers. And Nathan himself, adjusting his cufflinks like always — as if time didn’t dare touch him. He wasn’t late for the airport. Nathan was never late. His flight to Zurich was scheduled for 4:10 p.m., and it was only 2:36. The driver knew better than to make conversation. Then something flickered in the corner of Nathan’s eye — movement near the edge of a lamppost. He almost didn’t look. But he did. A woman. Soaked through. Hair matted to her cheeks. A plastic grocery bag clutched to her chest — no, not a bag. A bundle. A baby. Her bare feet stood in a widening puddle, as if she’d forgotten the world had rules. Her eyes met Nathan’s car window for only a second, but it was enough. “Stop the car,” Nathan said. The driver hesitated. “Sir?” Nathan unbuckled his seatbelt. “I said stop.” The brakes hissed. Water splashed. Nathan stepped into the storm — three-thousand-dollar shoes drowning instantly. He didn’t care. Not in that moment. “You need somewhere to go,” he said. She didn’t answer. Just tightened her grip on the child and shook from the cold. He pulled a silver key from his coat pocket. “This is my house,” Nathan said quietly, almost to himself. “It’s empty. Take it. There’s food. Blankets. Heat.” She stared at him as if he were insane. Maybe he was. Maybe, for once, he wanted to be. He pressed the key into her hand, stepped back, and returned to the car without another word. The door slammed. The car slid back into the storm. The woman was gone from his view. Like a ripple in the water — brief, but unforgettable. — Now, two weeks later, Nathan stood in front of his mansion again — duffel bag in hand, jet-lagged, and unsettled. Something was… off. The windows were lit. The garden looked trimmed. And there was music playing softly — an old lullaby, coming from the baby grand piano in the salon. He wasn’t sure why, but a chill ran up his spine. He turned the key in the lock and stepped inside. Then froze. What he saw inside the house — who he saw — made him forget how to breathe....😱😱😱 FULL STORY – headinsider.net/2025/06/06/beggar-baby
    Like
    Love
    2
    1 Commentaires 0 Parts 96 Vue
  • THE DEVIL CALLED ME FRIEND – PART 11
    #KikisHauntedPen Original (100% Naija Pidgin × Dark Laughter × Spiritual Gutter )

    That early momo, breeze no even blow.
    Bird wey try chirp near my window begin cough.
    Na so atmosphere serious reach.

    I dey sit for chair like sacrificial lamb wey don overhear the prayer point.

    Tega message enter:
    “Guy, I dey outside the uncompleted building. Wetin sup?”

    My heart jump like NEPA bill.

    Devil just dey stretch for my back like gym instructor.
    “Osas, you don nearly reach gate. Small push remain.”

    I stand.

    “Guy, this no feel right. Tega no even do me strong thing like that.”

    Devil snap finger.

    Immediately, memory flash —
    Tega dey laugh with my ex inside Keke, dey chop suya wey I buy for her birthday.
    Tega dey tell guys say I no get future.
    Tega even block me when I beg am for loan last year.

    I grit teeth.

    Devil whisper,
    “Osas... wickedness dey sweet more when e look innocent.”

    I waka reach building.

    Tega dey stand, dey scroll phone.
    Smile still dey him face. He no know say him smile go expire soon.

    I carry knife.
    Na small one — e resemble butter knife, but e dey spiritual charged like generator wey drink Hennessy.

    As I approach, my leg cut plank.

    GBAAM!

    Tega turn.

    “Osas?”

    I freeze.

    Devil dey shout inside me like background music:
    "Do am! Do am now! One stab, na Level 4. Two stabs, na Benz upgrade."

    But my hand no gree move.

    Tega walk near.

    “Guy, I no know why you call me come here, but I miss you sha. We suppose settle all those small beefs.”

    Something prick me.

    Conscience.

    Devil hiss.

    “Osas, this your conscience dey too do gatekeeper. You wan miss glory?”

    I step back.

    Tega hold my shoulder.

    “Wetin happen? You dey cry?”

    Tears wey I no plan begin fall.

    Suddenly... time pause.

    I no dey joke.

    Everything freeze.

    Wind no blow.

    Dust hang for air like movie.

    Then Devil step forward.

    Him eye red like generator switch.

    “Osas... you dey fumble. You no dey break covenant like say na SIM card.”

    I shout.

    “I no fit do am!”

    Devil raise hand.
    Cemetery silence.

    Suddenly, ground shake.

    A dark hole open under Tega foot.

    He scream.

    “OSAS!”

    I try grab am—but hand pass air.

    He fall enter.

    Hole close.

    Just like that.

    Devil clap.

    “Well done. You no do am... but you let am happen. Contract still active. Blood still flow.”

    I fall for ground.

    Breathe no steady.

    Devil bend near my ear.

    “Level 4 unlocked. Welcome to 'Silent Guilt.' That one dey eat your peace like termites.”

    I crawl back go house.

    Mirror no show my face again.
    Now e dey show Tega face.
    Crying. Screaming. Every time I look am.

    Mama knock for door.

    “Osas, I dream say person wey trust you fall into hole because of you. Wetin happen?”

    I no fit answer.

    My soul dey boil garri.

    And Devil just dey lounge with my remote control.

    He sip tea.

    “Don’t worry, Osas. Na just beginning.”

    TO BE CONTINUED...
    #TheDevilCalledMeFriend
    #Level4Unlocked
    #ThisFriendshipGetBodyCount
    THE DEVIL CALLED ME FRIEND – PART 11 #KikisHauntedPen Original (100% Naija Pidgin × Dark Laughter × Spiritual Gutter 😈🔥) That early momo, breeze no even blow. Bird wey try chirp near my window begin cough. Na so atmosphere serious reach. I dey sit for chair like sacrificial lamb wey don overhear the prayer point. Tega message enter: “Guy, I dey outside the uncompleted building. Wetin sup?” My heart jump like NEPA bill. Devil just dey stretch for my back like gym instructor. “Osas, you don nearly reach gate. Small push remain.” I stand. “Guy, this no feel right. Tega no even do me strong thing like that.” Devil snap finger. Immediately, memory flash — Tega dey laugh with my ex inside Keke, dey chop suya wey I buy for her birthday. Tega dey tell guys say I no get future. Tega even block me when I beg am for loan last year. I grit teeth. Devil whisper, “Osas... wickedness dey sweet more when e look innocent.” I waka reach building. Tega dey stand, dey scroll phone. Smile still dey him face. He no know say him smile go expire soon. I carry knife. Na small one — e resemble butter knife, but e dey spiritual charged like generator wey drink Hennessy. As I approach, my leg cut plank. GBAAM! Tega turn. “Osas?” I freeze. Devil dey shout inside me like background music: "Do am! Do am now! One stab, na Level 4. Two stabs, na Benz upgrade." But my hand no gree move. Tega walk near. “Guy, I no know why you call me come here, but I miss you sha. We suppose settle all those small beefs.” Something prick me. Conscience. Devil hiss. “Osas, this your conscience dey too do gatekeeper. You wan miss glory?” I step back. Tega hold my shoulder. “Wetin happen? You dey cry?” Tears wey I no plan begin fall. Suddenly... time pause. I no dey joke. Everything freeze. Wind no blow. Dust hang for air like movie. Then Devil step forward. Him eye red like generator switch. “Osas... you dey fumble. You no dey break covenant like say na SIM card.” I shout. “I no fit do am!” Devil raise hand. Cemetery silence. Suddenly, ground shake. A dark hole open under Tega foot. He scream. “OSAS!” I try grab am—but hand pass air. He fall enter. Hole close. Just like that. Devil clap. “Well done. You no do am... but you let am happen. Contract still active. Blood still flow.” I fall for ground. Breathe no steady. Devil bend near my ear. “Level 4 unlocked. Welcome to 'Silent Guilt.' That one dey eat your peace like termites.” I crawl back go house. Mirror no show my face again. Now e dey show Tega face. Crying. Screaming. Every time I look am. Mama knock for door. “Osas, I dream say person wey trust you fall into hole because of you. Wetin happen?” I no fit answer. My soul dey boil garri. And Devil just dey lounge with my remote control. He sip tea. “Don’t worry, Osas. Na just beginning.” TO BE CONTINUED... 😈🕳️🩸 #TheDevilCalledMeFriend #Level4Unlocked #ThisFriendshipGetBodyCount
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 42 Vue

  • There's this powerful woman a lot of people have forgotten.

    She's one the most powerful female musicians ever from Africa.

    Davido sampled one of her biggest songs in "Funds"

    Sadly she had one of the most tragic African female musician death we know.

    There's this powerful woman a lot of people have forgotten. She's one the most powerful female musicians ever from Africa. Davido sampled one of her biggest songs in "Funds" Sadly she had one of the most tragic African female musician death we know.
    Yay
    1
    1 Commentaires 0 Parts 83 Vue
  • Discover Bob Marley like never before in . This is not just another book about the reggae icon; it is a deep dive into the mind of a genius, an exploration that transcends his music to touch the very soul of his creative genius and worldview. What sets this work apart is its bold plunge into co...
    Discover Bob Marley like never before in . This is not just another book about the reggae icon; it is a deep dive into the mind of a genius, an exploration that transcends his music to touch the very soul of his creative genius and worldview. What sets this work apart is its bold plunge into co...
    Like
    1
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 90 Vue
  • Squeeze of Life

    It was supposed to be a peaceful ride to Oshodi. But for Chike, today was judgment day.

    He entered the bus and saw only one empty spot sandwiched between Mama Titi and Aunty Bola, two market women known in Lagos for selling tomatoes and taking up extra spiritual space.

    As soon as he sat, it felt like the universe closed in on him. His ribs were playing musical chairs, and his lungs submitted their resignation letter.
    Mama Titi on the left kept adjusting, pushing him deeper into Aunty Bola’s mountain of flesh.

    Walahi driver, I won’t pay you oh.. Chike suddenly shouted, his voice cracking like chin-chin under pressure. See what is happening to me

    The whole bus turned to look. The driver nearly swerved.🫩

    Mama Titi replied, You dey cry? You never jam Mama Nnukwu. She go use one hip dislocate your destiny

    Aunty Bola added, Oya shift small na, or you want to disappear into my armpit

    Chike looked at the driver with teary eyes. Oga please stop. I want to come down and be going to heaven directly

    Never underestimate small seats and big blessings.
    Squeeze of Life🤣🤣 It was supposed to be a peaceful ride to Oshodi. But for Chike, today was judgment day. He entered the bus and saw only one empty spot sandwiched between Mama Titi and Aunty Bola, two market women known in Lagos for selling tomatoes and taking up extra spiritual space. As soon as he sat, it felt like the universe closed in on him🤣🤣. His ribs were playing musical chairs, and his lungs submitted their resignation letter.🤣🤣 Mama Titi on the left kept adjusting, pushing him deeper into Aunty Bola’s mountain of flesh.🤣🤣 Walahi driver, I won’t pay you oh.. Chike suddenly shouted, his voice cracking like chin-chin under pressure. See what is happening to me🤣🤣 The whole bus turned to look. The driver nearly swerved.🫩 Mama Titi replied, You dey cry? You never jam Mama Nnukwu. She go use one hip dislocate your destiny🤣🤣🤣 Aunty Bola added, Oya shift small na, or you want to disappear into my armpit🤣🤣 Chike looked at the driver with teary eyes. Oga please stop. I want to come down and be going to heaven directly🤣🤣🤣🤣 Never underestimate small seats and big blessings.🤣🤣🤣
    Like
    1
    0 Commentaires 1 Parts 109 Vue
  • “I reached out to Javis last month. I wanted her to be the main vixen in my music video. She responded, and we had a conversation, I was ready to pay her 20 million naira.

    But when I sent her the script detailing the role she’d be playing, she declined, saying it was inappropriate because she’s in a relationship.

    Well, that’s her loss now. I dropped the video, and it already has 15 million views in just 24 hours.
    Imagine the kind of exposure she would’ve gotten. She turned it all down because of a relationship that probably won’t even last. So pathetic.” ~~BlizzyDice

    If Jarvis were your younger sister what would be your advice for her?
    “I reached out to Javis last month. I wanted her to be the main vixen in my music video. She responded, and we had a conversation, I was ready to pay her 20 million naira. But when I sent her the script detailing the role she’d be playing, she declined, saying it was inappropriate because she’s in a relationship. Well, that’s her loss now. I dropped the video, and it already has 15 million views in just 24 hours. Imagine the kind of exposure she would’ve gotten. She turned it all down because of a relationship that probably won’t even last. So pathetic.” ~~BlizzyDice If Jarvis were your younger sister what would be your advice for her?
    Like
    1
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 135 Vue
  • BILLIONAIRE CHOSE HIS MAID OVER HIS FIANCÉE — AND PAID THE PRICE

    Darlington Obi, the sole heir to the OB group holdings, had never been one for surprises.
    Yet, on that breezy Wednesday afternoon, he arrived at his estate without alerting anyone. Not his staff, not his fianceé, not even his mother, who usually micromanaged his every step. His flight from London had landed earlier than expected, and for the first time in years, he wanted to walk into his mansion without the burden of fanfare or formal greetings.
    The towering black gates slid open silently, and his convoy remained outside while he stepped in alone, holding just a leather bag and wearing a simple black polo with navy blue slacks. The stillness inside was unsettling. The chandelier above the entrance cast soft shadows on the white marble floor as he made his way toward the kitchen, drawn by the faint sound of music and laughter.
    It was not the kind of laughter that came from privilege or pretense. It was genuine, pure, melodic and strangely contagious. And there she was, barefoot on the tiled floor, her wrapper tied loosely around her waist, headscarf swaying as she spun in slow circles with a mop in one hand and her other hand lifted toward the ceiling like a ballerina.
    She danced like someone who didn't know the world was watching, like someone whose joy wasn't dependent on money or fame. The Bluetooth speaker beside the pantry hummed with a soft tune by Asa, and every step she took fell in rhythm with the song Darlington froze. Not because she was the most beautiful woman he had seen, though her smooth dark skin and natural smile lit something within him, but because her freedom, her joy, and her authenticity struck him like lightning in a dry season.
    For a man who had seen the world closed billionaire deals and walked red carpets with women who wore diamonds like clothing, this moment felt like a window into a life he had forgotten existed. It wasn't just about attraction. It was about something deeper. peace, purity, and presence. He didn't say a word, just watched until she twirled, startled to see him standing there.
    She gasped, fumbled with the mop, and almost slipped. "Oga, I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I didn't know you were back." Her eyes widened with fear, perhaps thinking she would be scolded or fired for using the speaker. "But Darlington only smiled and shook his head gently." Don't stop," he said softly, stepping further into the room.
    "I've never seen someone dance like that so free." Her eyes dropped to the floor as she apologized again, reaching to turn off the music. But he stopped her hand. That moment marked a shift, a dangerous one. In that small space of silence between her heartbeat and his, something unspoken was born.
    and neither of them knew that everything in their world was about to change because of a dance upstairs in a bedroom laced with velvet curtains and French perfume. Cassandra Au scrolled through her tablet while a maid painted her toenails a radiant shade of wine. She had no idea Darlington had returned.
    And even if she did, she wouldn't have rushed downstairs to welcome him. That wasn't her style. Love to her was about possession, a calculated alliance between her family's legacy and his. She was a daughter of Chief Au, an oil tycoon whose influence ran through political veins like blood. The engagement between Cassandra and Darlington was a merger of powerhouses.

    To be continued...
    BILLIONAIRE CHOSE HIS MAID OVER HIS FIANCÉE — AND PAID THE PRICE Darlington Obi, the sole heir to the OB group holdings, had never been one for surprises. Yet, on that breezy Wednesday afternoon, he arrived at his estate without alerting anyone. Not his staff, not his fianceé, not even his mother, who usually micromanaged his every step. His flight from London had landed earlier than expected, and for the first time in years, he wanted to walk into his mansion without the burden of fanfare or formal greetings. The towering black gates slid open silently, and his convoy remained outside while he stepped in alone, holding just a leather bag and wearing a simple black polo with navy blue slacks. The stillness inside was unsettling. The chandelier above the entrance cast soft shadows on the white marble floor as he made his way toward the kitchen, drawn by the faint sound of music and laughter. It was not the kind of laughter that came from privilege or pretense. It was genuine, pure, melodic and strangely contagious. And there she was, barefoot on the tiled floor, her wrapper tied loosely around her waist, headscarf swaying as she spun in slow circles with a mop in one hand and her other hand lifted toward the ceiling like a ballerina. She danced like someone who didn't know the world was watching, like someone whose joy wasn't dependent on money or fame. The Bluetooth speaker beside the pantry hummed with a soft tune by Asa, and every step she took fell in rhythm with the song Darlington froze. Not because she was the most beautiful woman he had seen, though her smooth dark skin and natural smile lit something within him, but because her freedom, her joy, and her authenticity struck him like lightning in a dry season. For a man who had seen the world closed billionaire deals and walked red carpets with women who wore diamonds like clothing, this moment felt like a window into a life he had forgotten existed. It wasn't just about attraction. It was about something deeper. peace, purity, and presence. He didn't say a word, just watched until she twirled, startled to see him standing there. She gasped, fumbled with the mop, and almost slipped. "Oga, I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I didn't know you were back." Her eyes widened with fear, perhaps thinking she would be scolded or fired for using the speaker. "But Darlington only smiled and shook his head gently." Don't stop," he said softly, stepping further into the room. "I've never seen someone dance like that so free." Her eyes dropped to the floor as she apologized again, reaching to turn off the music. But he stopped her hand. That moment marked a shift, a dangerous one. In that small space of silence between her heartbeat and his, something unspoken was born. and neither of them knew that everything in their world was about to change because of a dance upstairs in a bedroom laced with velvet curtains and French perfume. Cassandra Au scrolled through her tablet while a maid painted her toenails a radiant shade of wine. She had no idea Darlington had returned. And even if she did, she wouldn't have rushed downstairs to welcome him. That wasn't her style. Love to her was about possession, a calculated alliance between her family's legacy and his. She was a daughter of Chief Au, an oil tycoon whose influence ran through political veins like blood. The engagement between Cassandra and Darlington was a merger of powerhouses. To be continued...
    Like
    1
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 146 Vue
  • What makes you sleep well:
    1 Sex
    2 Music
    3 Raining
    4 Drink
    What makes you sleep well: 1 Sex 🥒 2 Music 🎧 3 Raining 🌧️ 4 Drink 🥃
    1 Commentaires 1 Parts 139 Vue
  • *SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 08/06/2025*

    Looming floods in 33 States: Food insecurity may worsen

    Fibre cuts disrupt telecom services in nine states

    Anambra, Osun polls: Anxieties in APC as Soludo, Adeleke court Tinubu

    I’ve never begged Wike for money – Abati counters Lere Olayinka

    God warned my firstborn would die if I left RCCG — Adeboye

    Osimhen agrees personal terms with Al Hilal

    Spending bill criticism: Trump warns Musk of serious consequences

    Nigeria, U.S trade hits $13bn, 2nd largest in Africa — Mills, Envoy

    Nigeria, Angola lead Africa’s push for energy independence — Report

    Ireland spends N577m to deport 35 Nigerians

    No lives lost in fire incident at Mecca pilgrims’ hotel – NAHCON

    Terror financier: British-Nigerian, Ojiri jailed for concealing £140,000 art transactions

    Nigerians losing their minds in Libyan prisons – Returnee

    ----------------------------
    *DID YOU KNOW?*

    * Wagyu, which means “Japanese Cow” in Japanese, is the most expensive beef in the world. It can only come from a certain breed, such as Japanese Black (Kuroge) cattle. Each cow is identified with a nose print and a unique 10-digit Cattle ID number that can be used to research date of birth, lineage, farm and other important details.

    * The ‘Baby Shark Dance’ is one of the most-watched videos on YouTube, with over 14.66 billion views.
    ----------------------------

    President, Atiku, others mourn as music icon Ejeagha dies at 95

    Tinubu in support of LG autonomy – Senator Karimi

    ICPC arraigns court worker over N9.2m job scam

    NAF destroys Boko Haram storage facility in Borno

    Egbetokun hailed for abolishing case transfer, other reforms

    Akume not silent on insecurity in Benue, says SGF office

    NAPTIP rejects Speed Darlington’s June 26 appearance request

    FG relocates 484 pilgrims after Saudi hotel fire

    Brazilian tourism board strengthens ties with NICO

    No state can receive LGs’ funds, FG insists

    Zulum, Shehu urge FG to fast-track Alau Dam project to avert looming disaster

    FG declares Abia river blindness free

    Why new firm won oil blocks in 2024 round — NUPRC

    Eid: NRC adds special services on Lagos-Ibadan, Abuja-Kaduna routes

    NIN registration yet to commence in 256 custodial centres – Report

    NOA kicks against proliferation of small and light weapons in A’Ibom

    OAUSTECH’s lecturer gets patent rights for pharmaceutical device

    Man who died after jumping from 3-storey not our student – UNIZIK

    Civil War my most difficult period in life — Gowon

    ‘It wasn’t a firearm,’ Paul Adefarasin addresses viral video allegations

    Otedola eulogises Tinubu, describes President as history maker

    Trustfund Pension declares 55 kobo dividend

    Peter Obi decries unpaid 5- year salary arrears for UNIZIK workers

    Lagos APC members protest imposition in council

    Soludo optimistic as Anambra poll campaign kicks off Wednesday

    Zulum donates N100m to injured, fallen soldiers’ families

    Ibas rues Songhai Farm’s neglect in Rivers

    Defection: We remain loyal to Eno, didn’t resign —Commissioners

    Delta approves multi-billion naira road projects, N6.7bn UBEC counterpart fund

    Anambra sets up electricity commission to boost power supply

    NOA kicks against proliferation of small and light weapons in A’Ibom

    No fight between Ooni and I, says Alaafin

    Drug-fuelled Kwara man dies in well

    ----------------------------

    *TODAY IN HISTORY*

    * On this day in 1998, General Sani Abacha, a military head of state of Nigeria, died in Aso Rock Villa, Abuja. On November 17, 1993, Abacha became head of state when he overthrew the Ernest Shonekan-led interim national government set in place by General Ibrahim Babangida on August 26, 1993, after Babangida annulled the 1993 presidential which billionaire MKO Abiola won.

    * On this day in 1949, George Orwell published ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’. Orwell’s nightmarish description of a totalitarian society set in the year 1984 is a significant work of English literature and popular novel. The phrase, Big Brother is watching you, stems from this work.

    ----------------------------
    *ADVERT*

    Do you want to have a deep knowledge of Entrepreneurship And Tech Startups, click the link below https://selar.com/34z311

    ----------------------------

    Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back. – John Ruskin

    Good morning


    *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*
    *SOME NIGERIAN NEWSPAPER HEADLINES+, 08/06/2025* Looming floods in 33 States: Food insecurity may worsen Fibre cuts disrupt telecom services in nine states Anambra, Osun polls: Anxieties in APC as Soludo, Adeleke court Tinubu I’ve never begged Wike for money – Abati counters Lere Olayinka God warned my firstborn would die if I left RCCG — Adeboye Osimhen agrees personal terms with Al Hilal Spending bill criticism: Trump warns Musk of serious consequences Nigeria, U.S trade hits $13bn, 2nd largest in Africa — Mills, Envoy Nigeria, Angola lead Africa’s push for energy independence — Report Ireland spends N577m to deport 35 Nigerians No lives lost in fire incident at Mecca pilgrims’ hotel – NAHCON Terror financier: British-Nigerian, Ojiri jailed for concealing £140,000 art transactions Nigerians losing their minds in Libyan prisons – Returnee ---------------------------- *DID YOU KNOW?* * Wagyu, which means “Japanese Cow” in Japanese, is the most expensive beef in the world. It can only come from a certain breed, such as Japanese Black (Kuroge) cattle. Each cow is identified with a nose print and a unique 10-digit Cattle ID number that can be used to research date of birth, lineage, farm and other important details. * The ‘Baby Shark Dance’ is one of the most-watched videos on YouTube, with over 14.66 billion views. ---------------------------- President, Atiku, others mourn as music icon Ejeagha dies at 95 Tinubu in support of LG autonomy – Senator Karimi ICPC arraigns court worker over N9.2m job scam NAF destroys Boko Haram storage facility in Borno Egbetokun hailed for abolishing case transfer, other reforms Akume not silent on insecurity in Benue, says SGF office NAPTIP rejects Speed Darlington’s June 26 appearance request FG relocates 484 pilgrims after Saudi hotel fire Brazilian tourism board strengthens ties with NICO No state can receive LGs’ funds, FG insists Zulum, Shehu urge FG to fast-track Alau Dam project to avert looming disaster FG declares Abia river blindness free Why new firm won oil blocks in 2024 round — NUPRC Eid: NRC adds special services on Lagos-Ibadan, Abuja-Kaduna routes NIN registration yet to commence in 256 custodial centres – Report NOA kicks against proliferation of small and light weapons in A’Ibom OAUSTECH’s lecturer gets patent rights for pharmaceutical device Man who died after jumping from 3-storey not our student – UNIZIK Civil War my most difficult period in life — Gowon ‘It wasn’t a firearm,’ Paul Adefarasin addresses viral video allegations Otedola eulogises Tinubu, describes President as history maker Trustfund Pension declares 55 kobo dividend Peter Obi decries unpaid 5- year salary arrears for UNIZIK workers Lagos APC members protest imposition in council Soludo optimistic as Anambra poll campaign kicks off Wednesday Zulum donates N100m to injured, fallen soldiers’ families Ibas rues Songhai Farm’s neglect in Rivers Defection: We remain loyal to Eno, didn’t resign —Commissioners Delta approves multi-billion naira road projects, N6.7bn UBEC counterpart fund Anambra sets up electricity commission to boost power supply NOA kicks against proliferation of small and light weapons in A’Ibom No fight between Ooni and I, says Alaafin Drug-fuelled Kwara man dies in well ---------------------------- *TODAY IN HISTORY* * On this day in 1998, General Sani Abacha, a military head of state of Nigeria, died in Aso Rock Villa, Abuja. On November 17, 1993, Abacha became head of state when he overthrew the Ernest Shonekan-led interim national government set in place by General Ibrahim Babangida on August 26, 1993, after Babangida annulled the 1993 presidential which billionaire MKO Abiola won. * On this day in 1949, George Orwell published ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’. Orwell’s nightmarish description of a totalitarian society set in the year 1984 is a significant work of English literature and popular novel. The phrase, Big Brother is watching you, stems from this work. ---------------------------- *ADVERT* Do you want to have a deep knowledge of Entrepreneurship And Tech Startups, click the link below https://selar.com/34z311 ---------------------------- Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back. – John Ruskin Good morning *Compiled by Hon. Osuji George [email protected], +234-8122200446*
    SELAR.COM
    Buy Demystifying Entrepreneurship And Tech Startups by GML Consulting on Selar
    Demystifying Entrepreneurship And Tech Startups.25 Pre-recorded real classroom marker-to-board lecture that can be watched at your convenience. Each is made of average of 20 minutes of solid knowledge packed videos.The Topics are;* Understanding Entrepreneurship, Gener...
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 154 Vue

  • “As a successful musician, I am living, and will probably die, a poor man because of the 'slave' contract that I was under for many years with my music promoters. They made fortunes from me and gave me only peanuts in return.” - Mike Ejeagha
    “As a successful musician, I am living, and will probably die, a poor man because of the 'slave' contract that I was under for many years with my music promoters. They made fortunes from me and gave me only peanuts in return.” - Mike Ejeagha
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 113 Vue
  • Let every Igbo read and pass this educational piece to our children. Culled from Chike Ofilli.

    ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON THE IGBO:
    Clearing the Basic Confusions Honestly

    *Question: Is Southeast and Igboland the same thing?*

    *Answer* : Not at all. Southeast is only about 3/5th of Igboland. Igboland covers the whole of Southeast, parts of Rivers, Delta, Edo, Cross river, Benue, Kogi, and Akwa Ibom states.

    *Question: Why were we taught in school that Igbo people are easterners?*

    *Answer* : It is both an unfortunate parroting by teachers and careless adoption by Igbo educated class. Igbo people come from Southern Nigeria and not Eastern Nigeria. It may be correct to say that the Igbo are found predominantly in eastern Nigeria. However, by saying that the Igbo are easterners, the implication is that the Igbo in western Nigeria, numbering about 2.5 million (Agbor, Ogwashi Ukwu, Ibuzo, Okpanam, Asaba, Orimili, Ndokwa, Anioma, etc) are not Igbos. The best-known Igbo anthropologist Professor Mike Onwuejeogwu is from the western part of Nigeria, Chukwuma Nzeogwu, Dennis Osadebe, Okonkwo Adibe (the famous musician), Sony Odogwu, etc. are all from the western part of Nigeria. They are no less Igbo than those who live in the eastern part of Nigeria. The correct answer to your question is “the Igbo come from Southern Nigeria.”

    *Question: Why do some Igbo refer to themselves as “core Igbo?”*

    *Answer:* That is clearly arrant nonsense. Nobody is core and others peripheral. All Igbo are the same. It is both arrogant, thoughtless, and insensitive for anybody to regard others as marginal.

    *Question: Is Igboland landlocked?*

    *Answer:* Not at all. Igboland stretches from Port Harcourt to Agbor. The Atlantic ocean washes the shores of Igboland at the islands Opobo and Bonny, Africa’s second largest river – River Niger, traverses Igboland with one part of Igboland in the east and another part in the west of Nigeria. Oguta Lake has the potential to accommodate large ships and could be made a navigable port. If Igboland is landlocked, then all Nigeria is landlocked.

    *Question: Is there oil in Igboland?*

    *Answer:* Yes, indeed. There is a lot of oil & and gas in Imo, Abia, and currently in Anambra states and Igbo areas in Rivers and Delta States. Besides, Igboland has many other natural resources, including coal, iron ore, limestone, lead, zinc, brine, glass, etc.

    *Question: Are the Igbo a nation or a tribe?*

    *Answer:* The Igbo is a nation and a very large one. There are many dialects or tribes in Igbo nation, just like you have many tribes within Israel.

    *Question: Why do some Ikwerre people and other non southeastern Igbo say they are not Igbo?*

    *Answer:* First, it is not up to them to say what they are and what they are not. When God created them, He did not ask them who they wanted to be. He just created them Igbo. The only way you’ll know who belongs to what ethnic group in Nigeria is the name and what language the name comes from. Anybody whose name is Amadi or Onyeri, or Eke, or Odili, Wanodi (Nwanodi) does not need to tell you who he is. He is Igbo, notwithstanding their politics.

    *Question: But they claim that their language is Ikwerre, not Igbo.*

    *Answer:* That is politics. Ikwerre is a dialect of Igbo language. Just like an Ngwa man speaks Ngwa Igbo, Arochukwu speaks Arochukwu Igbo, Ika speaks Ika Igbo, Ibani speak Ibani Igbo etc.

    *Question: Some people say that Igbo language is not complete, is it true?*

    *Answer:* No language is complete. All languages borrow from each other. Igbo language is very rich. It has inexhaustible and rich linguistic features like idioms, proverbs, aphorisms, sayings, anecdotes, riddles, folklores, etc. Igbo language is one of the major languages of the world, being spoken by millions of people.

    *Question: How many are the Igbo?*

    *Answer:* The Igbo are very numerous. There is an educated guess that if Nigeria’s census is properly enumerated, the Igbo could easily be the largest ethnic group in the country. They may number up to 40 million. Everything right now is speculation. Nobody knows the true stratification or ethnic populations in Nigeria. The Igbo are the only ethnic group found in large numbers everywhere in Nigeria and foreign countries more than any other ethnic group in Africa.

    *Question: Do the Igbo have a culture of their own?*

    *Answer:* Yes, indeed. Igbo culture is perhaps one of the richest and all-encompassing cultures in this world. Igbo culture always observes the temporal and the spiritual aspects of cosmology. The study of Igbo culture reveals that it is extremely deep and original.

    *Question: Why do the Igbo wear Yoruba Agbada and Hausa babban riga, but the Yoruba and the Hausa do not ever wear Igbo national dress?*

    *Answer* : Unfortunately, this is the case. The Igbo have very attractive and resplendent national dresses. And they come in assortments that are extremely dignifying. The Igbo take up foreign cultures more readily than other Nigerians, and they seem not to care that nobody reciprocates their carefree attitude to life. Most ethnics promote their cultures and show off what makes them unique. Actually, it is still the same so-called educated Igbo class who behave in such disgraceful and devil-may-care attitudes.

    *Question: Why do the Igbo call themselves Biafrans?*

    *Answer:* Great question. Some people have the idea that Biafra originates from the Bight of Biafra. But that is wrong. Biafra was the National name of Igboland given to Igbo by the Portuguese, just as Nigeria was named by the English of Britain. There was the Kingdom of Biafra that ruled most of the ancient subtropical Africa about 50,000 years ago. Unfortunately, nobody talks about it, for whatever reason (maybe because Portugal lost the colony right of Biafra to Britain who buried it, in other to promote Nigeria amalgamation), "I do not know". But, it is in the ancient maps of the world. If you wish, search it in Google.

    *Question: Were the Igbo also taken into slavery during the slave trade?*

    *Answer:* Yes. The Igbo slaves themselves gave account of their travails in slavery. Olauda Ekwuano, an Igbo ex-slave who bought his freedom in Britain, was the first slave to write about his experience in slavery. His book has become a classic. You ought to find it and read it. Also, other Igbos who were brought to America revolted, and some walked back on water and were said to have returned to Africa. Several books have been written about them. One of such books is “Ibo Landing.” It is available in bookstores like Barnes & Noble. In Haiti, the Igbo settled there and refused to be colonized by anybody. There are many places where the Igbo left their mark or their signature.

    *Question: How did the Igbo know days and years?*

    *Answer:* The Igbo invented an accurate, if not the most accurate, calendar called “Iguafo Igbo (Igbo Calendar).” In Igbo calendar, there are four market days – Eke, Afor, Nkwo, Orie that make one week. Four days make one week, seven weeks make one month, and thirteen months make one year. There are 28 days for each month, with the last month having 29 days. Each month starts the same day as the previous. Igbo calendar forms the perfect astronomical alignment with the cosmos and regulates the seasons, agriculture, navigation, astrology, geography, mathematics, travel, etc.

    *Question: Did the Igbo have their own alphabet?*

    *Answer:* Yes, indeed. It is called “Nsibidi.”

    *Question: How about mathematics; did the Igbo know mathematics?*

    *Answer:* Yes, indeed. There are such inventions as “Okwe” and “Mkpisi” which the Igbo used to resolve figures.

    *Question: Did the Igbo know anything about banking?*

    *Answer:* Yes. Igbo banking was more in the nature of savings and loans. The authentic Igbo savings and loans invention is called “Isusu’ in which contributions are pooled each week, and one person who has the need, collects, is still in practice. Igbo slaves took this invention to the Caribbean Islands, where they still practice it and call it “Sue Sue.”

    *Question: Some people say that Igboland is too small for the Igbo, that they have no alternative than to live as Nigerians: is this true?*

    *Answer:* False. Igboland is a large country. Do every Igbo need to stay and work in Igboland? No. Everywhere in the world, some will stay home while others venture abroad in search of opportunities. Igboland is large enough for the Igbo. It is a very rich and hospitable part of the world. It has rich soil for agriculture, abundant rainfall, good sunshine, and table land in many parts. Its land space and population are more than that of over half of the present countries in the world.

    *Question: Where did the Igbo come from?*

    *Answer:* That question is still being asked. There are very intriguing theories or histories now being studied. You may have heard of the Jewish angle & the Egypt angle which are connected, and the Origin of man angle. This twenty-first century, hopefully, will resolve the mystery.

    Share to educate others if you love Igbo👍🏾 @IzuchukwuCenter
    Let every Igbo read and pass this educational piece to our children. Culled from Chike Ofilli. ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ON THE IGBO: Clearing the Basic Confusions Honestly *Question: Is Southeast and Igboland the same thing?* *Answer* : Not at all. Southeast is only about 3/5th of Igboland. Igboland covers the whole of Southeast, parts of Rivers, Delta, Edo, Cross river, Benue, Kogi, and Akwa Ibom states. *Question: Why were we taught in school that Igbo people are easterners?* *Answer* : It is both an unfortunate parroting by teachers and careless adoption by Igbo educated class. Igbo people come from Southern Nigeria and not Eastern Nigeria. It may be correct to say that the Igbo are found predominantly in eastern Nigeria. However, by saying that the Igbo are easterners, the implication is that the Igbo in western Nigeria, numbering about 2.5 million (Agbor, Ogwashi Ukwu, Ibuzo, Okpanam, Asaba, Orimili, Ndokwa, Anioma, etc) are not Igbos. The best-known Igbo anthropologist Professor Mike Onwuejeogwu is from the western part of Nigeria, Chukwuma Nzeogwu, Dennis Osadebe, Okonkwo Adibe (the famous musician), Sony Odogwu, etc. are all from the western part of Nigeria. They are no less Igbo than those who live in the eastern part of Nigeria. The correct answer to your question is “the Igbo come from Southern Nigeria.” *Question: Why do some Igbo refer to themselves as “core Igbo?”* *Answer:* That is clearly arrant nonsense. Nobody is core and others peripheral. All Igbo are the same. It is both arrogant, thoughtless, and insensitive for anybody to regard others as marginal. *Question: Is Igboland landlocked?* *Answer:* Not at all. Igboland stretches from Port Harcourt to Agbor. The Atlantic ocean washes the shores of Igboland at the islands Opobo and Bonny, Africa’s second largest river – River Niger, traverses Igboland with one part of Igboland in the east and another part in the west of Nigeria. Oguta Lake has the potential to accommodate large ships and could be made a navigable port. If Igboland is landlocked, then all Nigeria is landlocked. *Question: Is there oil in Igboland?* *Answer:* Yes, indeed. There is a lot of oil & and gas in Imo, Abia, and currently in Anambra states and Igbo areas in Rivers and Delta States. Besides, Igboland has many other natural resources, including coal, iron ore, limestone, lead, zinc, brine, glass, etc. *Question: Are the Igbo a nation or a tribe?* *Answer:* The Igbo is a nation and a very large one. There are many dialects or tribes in Igbo nation, just like you have many tribes within Israel. *Question: Why do some Ikwerre people and other non southeastern Igbo say they are not Igbo?* *Answer:* First, it is not up to them to say what they are and what they are not. When God created them, He did not ask them who they wanted to be. He just created them Igbo. The only way you’ll know who belongs to what ethnic group in Nigeria is the name and what language the name comes from. Anybody whose name is Amadi or Onyeri, or Eke, or Odili, Wanodi (Nwanodi) does not need to tell you who he is. He is Igbo, notwithstanding their politics. *Question: But they claim that their language is Ikwerre, not Igbo.* *Answer:* That is politics. Ikwerre is a dialect of Igbo language. Just like an Ngwa man speaks Ngwa Igbo, Arochukwu speaks Arochukwu Igbo, Ika speaks Ika Igbo, Ibani speak Ibani Igbo etc. *Question: Some people say that Igbo language is not complete, is it true?* *Answer:* No language is complete. All languages borrow from each other. Igbo language is very rich. It has inexhaustible and rich linguistic features like idioms, proverbs, aphorisms, sayings, anecdotes, riddles, folklores, etc. Igbo language is one of the major languages of the world, being spoken by millions of people. *Question: How many are the Igbo?* *Answer:* The Igbo are very numerous. There is an educated guess that if Nigeria’s census is properly enumerated, the Igbo could easily be the largest ethnic group in the country. They may number up to 40 million. Everything right now is speculation. Nobody knows the true stratification or ethnic populations in Nigeria. The Igbo are the only ethnic group found in large numbers everywhere in Nigeria and foreign countries more than any other ethnic group in Africa. *Question: Do the Igbo have a culture of their own?* *Answer:* Yes, indeed. Igbo culture is perhaps one of the richest and all-encompassing cultures in this world. Igbo culture always observes the temporal and the spiritual aspects of cosmology. The study of Igbo culture reveals that it is extremely deep and original. *Question: Why do the Igbo wear Yoruba Agbada and Hausa babban riga, but the Yoruba and the Hausa do not ever wear Igbo national dress?* *Answer* : Unfortunately, this is the case. The Igbo have very attractive and resplendent national dresses. And they come in assortments that are extremely dignifying. The Igbo take up foreign cultures more readily than other Nigerians, and they seem not to care that nobody reciprocates their carefree attitude to life. Most ethnics promote their cultures and show off what makes them unique. Actually, it is still the same so-called educated Igbo class who behave in such disgraceful and devil-may-care attitudes. *Question: Why do the Igbo call themselves Biafrans?* *Answer:* Great question. Some people have the idea that Biafra originates from the Bight of Biafra. But that is wrong. Biafra was the National name of Igboland given to Igbo by the Portuguese, just as Nigeria was named by the English of Britain. There was the Kingdom of Biafra that ruled most of the ancient subtropical Africa about 50,000 years ago. Unfortunately, nobody talks about it, for whatever reason (maybe because Portugal lost the colony right of Biafra to Britain who buried it, in other to promote Nigeria amalgamation), "I do not know". But, it is in the ancient maps of the world. If you wish, search it in Google. *Question: Were the Igbo also taken into slavery during the slave trade?* *Answer:* Yes. The Igbo slaves themselves gave account of their travails in slavery. Olauda Ekwuano, an Igbo ex-slave who bought his freedom in Britain, was the first slave to write about his experience in slavery. His book has become a classic. You ought to find it and read it. Also, other Igbos who were brought to America revolted, and some walked back on water and were said to have returned to Africa. Several books have been written about them. One of such books is “Ibo Landing.” It is available in bookstores like Barnes & Noble. In Haiti, the Igbo settled there and refused to be colonized by anybody. There are many places where the Igbo left their mark or their signature. *Question: How did the Igbo know days and years?* *Answer:* The Igbo invented an accurate, if not the most accurate, calendar called “Iguafo Igbo (Igbo Calendar).” In Igbo calendar, there are four market days – Eke, Afor, Nkwo, Orie that make one week. Four days make one week, seven weeks make one month, and thirteen months make one year. There are 28 days for each month, with the last month having 29 days. Each month starts the same day as the previous. Igbo calendar forms the perfect astronomical alignment with the cosmos and regulates the seasons, agriculture, navigation, astrology, geography, mathematics, travel, etc. *Question: Did the Igbo have their own alphabet?* *Answer:* Yes, indeed. It is called “Nsibidi.” *Question: How about mathematics; did the Igbo know mathematics?* *Answer:* Yes, indeed. There are such inventions as “Okwe” and “Mkpisi” which the Igbo used to resolve figures. *Question: Did the Igbo know anything about banking?* *Answer:* Yes. Igbo banking was more in the nature of savings and loans. The authentic Igbo savings and loans invention is called “Isusu’ in which contributions are pooled each week, and one person who has the need, collects, is still in practice. Igbo slaves took this invention to the Caribbean Islands, where they still practice it and call it “Sue Sue.” *Question: Some people say that Igboland is too small for the Igbo, that they have no alternative than to live as Nigerians: is this true?* *Answer:* False. Igboland is a large country. Do every Igbo need to stay and work in Igboland? No. Everywhere in the world, some will stay home while others venture abroad in search of opportunities. Igboland is large enough for the Igbo. It is a very rich and hospitable part of the world. It has rich soil for agriculture, abundant rainfall, good sunshine, and table land in many parts. Its land space and population are more than that of over half of the present countries in the world. *Question: Where did the Igbo come from?* *Answer:* That question is still being asked. There are very intriguing theories or histories now being studied. You may have heard of the Jewish angle & the Egypt angle which are connected, and the Origin of man angle. This twenty-first century, hopefully, will resolve the mystery. Share to educate others if you love Igbo👍🏾 @IzuchukwuCenter
    0 Commentaires 0 Parts 217 Vue
Plus de résultats