• No Crypto trader, Airdrop hunter, farmer is a billionaire.

    The entire Crypto market Cap sits at just 2.7 Trillion dollars less than the United States combined Military budget in the past 4 years.

    All the money on earth is about 130 Trillion dollars and only just 3 trillion is in Crypto.

    Who is rich in Crypto? Founders.

    TRX founder, Binance Founder, etc.

    Ignore the noise everyone else in Crypto is making. It's just noise, they are poor.

    How did the Crypto billionaires become billionaires? They were not Airdrop farmers traders or users of the protocol. They built.

    There are almost 127 Trillion dollars out there for you to take from. While grinding in Crypto make sure it is just a stepping stone to building real-life or digital businesses that compete with other businesses to have a share of that 127 trillion dollars floating in the Web 2.

    Thank you!
    No Crypto trader, Airdrop hunter, farmer is a billionaire. The entire Crypto market Cap sits at just 2.7 Trillion dollars less than the United States combined Military budget in the past 4 years. All the money on earth is about 130 Trillion dollars and only just 3 trillion is in Crypto. Who is rich in Crypto? Founders. TRX founder, Binance Founder, etc. Ignore the noise everyone else in Crypto is making. It's just noise, they are poor. How did the Crypto billionaires become billionaires? They were not Airdrop farmers traders or users of the protocol. They built. There are almost 127 Trillion dollars out there for you to take from. While grinding in Crypto make sure it is just a stepping stone to building real-life or digital businesses that compete with other businesses to have a share of that 127 trillion dollars floating in the Web 2. Thank you!
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  • No Crypto trader, Airdrop hunter, farmer is a billionaire.

    The entire Crypto market Cap sits at just 2.7 Trillion dollars less than the United States combined Military budget in the past 4 years.

    All the money on earth is about 130 Trillion dollars and only just 3 trillion is in Crypto.

    Who is rich in Crypto? Founders.

    TRX founder, Binance Founder, etc.

    Ignore the noise everyone else in Crypto is making. It's just noise, they are poor.

    How did the Crypto billionaires become billionaires? They were not Airdrop farmers traders or users of the protocol. They built.

    There are almost 127 Trillion dollars out there for you to take from. While grinding in Crypto make sure it is just a stepping stone to building real-life or digital businesses that compete with other businesses to have a share of that 127 trillion dollars floating in the Web 2.

    Thank you!
    No Crypto trader, Airdrop hunter, farmer is a billionaire. The entire Crypto market Cap sits at just 2.7 Trillion dollars less than the United States combined Military budget in the past 4 years. All the money on earth is about 130 Trillion dollars and only just 3 trillion is in Crypto. Who is rich in Crypto? Founders. TRX founder, Binance Founder, etc. Ignore the noise everyone else in Crypto is making. It's just noise, they are poor. How did the Crypto billionaires become billionaires? They were not Airdrop farmers traders or users of the protocol. They built. There are almost 127 Trillion dollars out there for you to take from. While grinding in Crypto make sure it is just a stepping stone to building real-life or digital businesses that compete with other businesses to have a share of that 127 trillion dollars floating in the Web 2. Thank you!
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  • Bandits Raid Kano State Market, Kill Two Persons, Abduct Another | Sahara Reporters bit.ly/3Y772ac

    Bandits Raid Kano State Market, Kill Two Persons, Abduct Another | Sahara Reporters bit.ly/3Y772ac
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  • More than $1.5 trillion vanished from the US stock market today as major indexes plunged—S&P 500 fell 2.24% and Nasdaq 100 dropped 3.07%. Ongoing tariff tensions triggered investor panic, while even Bitcoin fell below $84,500, adding to the financial turbulence.

    #StockMarketCrash #SP500 #Nasdaq #BitcoinDrop #MarketNews
    More than $1.5 trillion vanished from the US stock market today as major indexes plunged—S&P 500 fell 2.24% and Nasdaq 100 dropped 3.07%. Ongoing tariff tensions triggered investor panic, while even Bitcoin fell below $84,500, adding to the financial turbulence. #StockMarketCrash #SP500 #Nasdaq #BitcoinDrop #MarketNews
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  • AIRDROPS AND PROJECT DEVELOPMENT

    Most projects now, after TGE it's over. Why?

    The market sentiment has changed, but project developers have not updated their strategies.

    And there are no more builders. Community members now turned DEVs build projects to bait investors and farming community engagement to get funding. Do TGE, list tokens, dump and move to build another project.

    It's a Scam. One that is legal. They found a way to bypass criminal laws.

    So it's all about TGE, not a product. If it is about the product. You will have project market use cases, not Airdrops.

    They will do Presales and raise funds, and the community will be willing to invest because they were shown a product.

    Any serious project in this era will show you how to use protocols and be rewarded or not for that interaction not make a promise there will be a reward to lure people to interact.

    That way nobody expects anything, and people commit to the growth of the protocol.

    The Solution:

    Stop marketing projects with Airdrops. But reward Airdrops to useful participants. And that must not happen at TGE.

    It could happen a year or 6 months after TGE and listing and the protocol has scaled... That way real community is rewarded based on their contributions and the noise and FUD will go away as well as Scam token Minting Devs...

    GM

    #TON
    AIRDROPS AND PROJECT DEVELOPMENT Most projects now, after TGE it's over. Why? The market sentiment has changed, but project developers have not updated their strategies. And there are no more builders. Community members now turned DEVs build projects to bait investors and farming community engagement to get funding. Do TGE, list tokens, dump and move to build another project. It's a Scam. One that is legal. They found a way to bypass criminal laws. So it's all about TGE, not a product. If it is about the product. You will have project market use cases, not Airdrops. They will do Presales and raise funds, and the community will be willing to invest because they were shown a product. Any serious project in this era will show you how to use protocols and be rewarded or not for that interaction not make a promise there will be a reward to lure people to interact. That way nobody expects anything, and people commit to the growth of the protocol. The Solution: Stop marketing projects with Airdrops. But reward Airdrops to useful participants. And that must not happen at TGE. It could happen a year or 6 months after TGE and listing and the protocol has scaled... That way real community is rewarded based on their contributions and the noise and FUD will go away as well as Scam token Minting Devs... GM #TON
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  • How a police woman was celebrated by market women on her birthday at her point of duty in Warri.

    Be good to people around you.

    Lesson to other police officers in Nigeria.
    How a police woman was celebrated by market women on her birthday at her point of duty in Warri. Be good to people around you. Lesson to other police officers in Nigeria.
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  • JASMINE CHAPTER 2

    “Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke.

    “Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.”

    “Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.”

    “Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed.

    I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her.

    “So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked.

    “Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied.

    “That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?”

    “He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.”

    “And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?”

    “He was the one who proposed the hotel.”

    “Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.”

    “There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled.

    “So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked.

    “No, I need it just for two months.”

    “Two months? What for?”

    She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel.

    “So, were you going to date him?” I asked.

    “No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied.

    “Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke.

    “What?!” She was dumbfounded.

    “Yes.”

    “But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.”

    “Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained.

    “Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad.

    “What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her.

    “It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad.

    “That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked.

    “Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically.

    “Alright, she can move in with us.”

    “Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.”

    That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately.

    “Permission to come in.” I spoke.

    “Permission granted.” She laughed.

    I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her.

    “Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted.

    “Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?”

    “Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.”

    “Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked.

    “In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.”

    “Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.”

    “Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?”

    “Today.”

    “Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?”

    “Alright, bye.”

    I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home.

    I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia.

    “Good evening, sir.” She greeted.

    But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before.

    TO BE CONITNUED.
    JASMINE CHAPTER 2 “Thank you again for bringing me to your home and rescuing me from that unfair bike rider.” She spoke. “Why do you keep thanking me?” I asked. “There is no big deal. I am just helping a lady in distress. What happened to you could happen to anyone. It could even be my sister.” “Yes, that is true, but some people are really very skeptical about bringing a total stranger into their home. I have to admit that you are courageous. I mean, you don’t even know me.” “Something must keel a man.” I replied and we both laughed. I took her bag into the guest room and asked her if she would like to freshen up, and she answered in the affirmative. After she had bathed, she joined me in the sitting room. We had a long discussion during supper, and I got to know a lot about her. Knowing a lot about her made me feel more comfortable around her. “So, have you tried to call the person you were going to meet at the hotel?” I asked. “Yes, it is still not going through.” She replied. “That is unfortunate. I know it is really not my business. But what business do you have with him?” “He is a house agent. He said he was going to help me get an apartment.” “And you think the proper place to meet him was in a hotel?” “He was the one who proposed the hotel.” “Now, I understand why his number is not going through. He must have waited until late evening and you didn’t show up. He is surely a married man and might have already retired back to his home.” “There is a distinct possibility that you might be saying the truth.” She smiled. “So, what do you want a house for? Are you just moving into town?” I asked. “No, I need it just for two months.” “Two months? What for?” She explained to me that she was a student nurse. She was here for placement at the general hospital. So, she needed somewhere to hole up for two months doing her internship. She had contacted that agent through another friend of hers who was going to be sharing the apartment with her. However, after they started chatting on WhatsApp, and the agent saw that she was beautiful, he started asking her out. That was how she got invited to the hotel. “So, were you going to date him?” I asked. “No, I just wanted to hear what he had to say.” She replied. “Alright, I am going to make a proposal to you. You can live in my house while you do your internship.” I spoke. “What?!” She was dumbfounded. “Yes.” “But why? I am not saying that I am not happy or grateful. I am just wondering why you are being so kind to me.” “Well, for a start, my mother was a nurse too, and my younger sister is called Blessing. So, helping someone who has my mother’s profession and my younger sister’s name seems kind of a big deal to me.” I explained. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Emeka. God will bless you always.” Then, her face suddenly became sad. “What is the matter?” I asked, walking close to her. “It is about my friend, Nelia. I now have a place to live, but what about her? We were planning to pool our resources together so that we could be able to afford a place to live. Now, that you have taken me in. What becomes of her?” She was sad. “That friend of yours, can she be trusted?” I asked. “Yes, of course. We have been friends like forever. I have known her since kindergarten.” She replied enthusiastically. “Alright, she can move in with us.” “Really?! Oh, Mr. Emeka. You are such a nice man. You are a Godsent. Let me call her immediately.” That night, we slept in two different rooms. She slept in the guest room while I slept in, of course, my own bedroom. The next morning, like a true Igbo man that I was, I woke up at 4:30 AM because I had to start preparing to go to my shop. I walked to her room and knocked. She seemed to be already awake because she answered immediately. “Permission to come in.” I spoke. “Permission granted.” She laughed. I opened the door and walked in. She was still in bed but that was not what caught my attention. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a see-through nightgown and nothing under. However, immediately I walked in, she covered herself with a bedsheet, but I had already seen enough. I sat on the bed beside her. “Good morning, Blessing.” I greeted. “Good morning, Emeka. You are up this early?” “Yes, I told you that I am a business man, right. I have to go to my shop and target the early morning customers.” “Alright, that is true. So, when are you leaving?” She asked. “In thirty minutes. Please, take care of the home. I am trusting you, which is something I rarely do. The house is fully stocked. You can prepare whatever you want for yourself and please, make yourself at home. I will see you in the evening.” “Okay, Emeka. Thank you very much. Have a safe and fruitful day.” “Thank you. I almost forgot. When did you say your friend, Nelia was coming?” “Today.” “Alright, let me know as soon as she comes, alright?” “Alright, bye.” I went to my shop and just like Blessing had said, my day was very fruitful. Market was good and I was in a joyous mood when I drove back home that night. I had been too busy with business that I had completely forgotten that there was someone in my house. When I got to the door, I started searching for my house keys, then I remembered that I hadn’t taken them because Blessing was home. I smiled as I rang the doorbell and waited. Then, I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and I froze. The person who opened the door was not Blessing. It was her friend, Nelia. “Good evening, sir.” She greeted. But I couldn’t answer. Nelia's face seemed too familiar to me, and it seemed I had met her before. TO BE CONITNUED.
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  • Guys, EVERY SECTOR IS HIGHLY PROFITABLE. Yes.

    If you started out as a salary earner, when you get laid off, resign, retire etc. you will find yourself at sea and completely clueless. You will hop into EVERYTHING another person is making money from.

    That is NOT how it works.

    Your best bet is to focus on learning the business angle of what you are skilled at or have cognate experience in. Some skills like accounting, marketing, admin are useful across ALL sectors. Others are more niche based.

    The fastest way to pay bills is for you to learn how to make money from what you already know. Either that or you learn something new from scratch, do an apprenticeship then ultimately branch off on your own. Much time expended.

    There is money in palm oil
    There is money in fashion design
    There is money in mobile toilet
    There is money in supply
    There is money in events management
    There is money in agriculture

    The only questions you should be asking is, “how much personal experience do I have with any of these sectors? Do I know the risks associated with that business? Where is my market?”

    If the answer is “none,” “no,” “I don’t know,” please face the one wey you sabi, perfect am, market am. The one wey you go use settle bills come buy food join no go pass your power.
    Guys, EVERY SECTOR IS HIGHLY PROFITABLE. Yes. If you started out as a salary earner, when you get laid off, resign, retire etc. you will find yourself at sea and completely clueless. You will hop into EVERYTHING another person is making money from. That is NOT how it works. Your best bet is to focus on learning the business angle of what you are skilled at or have cognate experience in. Some skills like accounting, marketing, admin are useful across ALL sectors. Others are more niche based. The fastest way to pay bills is for you to learn how to make money from what you already know. Either that or you learn something new from scratch, do an apprenticeship then ultimately branch off on your own. Much time expended. There is money in palm oil ❌ There is money in fashion design ❌ There is money in mobile toilet ❌ There is money in supply ❌ There is money in events management ❌ There is money in agriculture❌ The only questions you should be asking is, “how much personal experience do I have with any of these sectors? Do I know the risks associated with that business? Where is my market?” If the answer is “none,” “no,” “I don’t know,” please face the one wey you sabi, perfect am, market am. The one wey you go use settle bills come buy food join no go pass your power.
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  • MBOMUZO IN OKWUOHIA AUTONOMOUS COMMUNITY,
    OBOWO L.G.A., IMO STATE, NIGERIA.
    Okwuohia is a Community in Obowo
    L.G.A., of Imo state, Nigeria, that has enviable rich historical background and deep cultural heritage. Okwuohia is the only community in Obowo and the old ETITI District that has four markets covering the four market days in Igbo calendar, namely: Eke, Orie, Afor and Nkwo. All these have distinct locations and hold accordingly.
    The community prides herself with many cultural festivals which include Mbomuzo, Ntumaka, Nrim-ji (Iri ji) among others. But the one that attracts people in their numbers to the community is, "MBOMUZO", a-k-a "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA".
    MBOMUZO simply means, "clearing of the roads ", otherwise known as environmental cleansing, especially with regard to roads leading to traditional centres and matket places. It is intended to make the roads passable again in order to give proper access to the markets and homes of citizens.
    In Okwuohia, all roads are cleared very thoroughly starting from individual homes to the Eke-Okwuohia, Orie-Okwuohia, Afor-Okwuohia and Nkwo-Okwuohia market squares. Also, roads leading to major and significant rivers are cleared. For instance, the Onu-iyi-lolo-nwanyi (Onu-ngele) stream at Umuduru Mgbakam is usually kept cleared for the "AHIA-NGANGA" ceremony by the women of Okwuohia during the same period. It has to be noted that all the road clearing and cleansing must be completed on or before the NKWO market day preceding the EKE market day of the ceremony.
    NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA: As said earlier in this write-up, MBOMUZO Okwuohia is also referred to as NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA. Why?
    Ours, is an agrarian community. In those good old days, our people cultivated yams, coco-yams, maize, cassava and mkpokoro in large scales. Farming was done more at locations far away from homes. Due to this, farmers constructed make-shift structures there in the bush/farms, where they rested and had their meals during the toils of the day. Most times, people returned to their homes very late in the evening. Major foods eaten in the farms those days were bread-fruits (Ukwa), palm kernels, yams and coco-yams. The bread-fruits were eaten whole without removing the the shells or the outer covers. Farming took place between the months of January and May, during which period farmers fed on any available food items. When such farmers returned to their homes from their farms in the month of May, they settled down to enjoy more pleasant and well prepared food. They would no longer eat the bread-fruits with their shells. Also, they cleaned their environments that had been left bushy during the period of intensive farming activities in the farms. From their homes, clearing and cleansing progress to the roads that lead to other homes and traditional centres. At this time, people begin to exchange visits with relatives and friends both far and near to show that they have returned home after the farming period in the bush. Such visits are usually reciprocated. During such visits, entertainments are unlimited based on the dispositions of the parties involved. In Okwuohia, after the entertainment at home, people gather at the designated market square to demonstrate it the more. The venue is usually at the ORIE OKWUOHIA, where the EKWIRIKWE music music is played and danced in an organized manner.
    EKWIRIKWE MUSIC AND ORDER OF DANCING:
    After the presentation and blessing of kola-nuts by the traditional ruler of Okwuohia, who declares the ceremony open after his speech and brief demonstration of the dance, the ceremony begins. Ofeiyi people, who are the custodians of the EKWIRIKWE do a brief demonstration dance. Thereafter, the traditional order of seniority of the three sections of Okwuohia is strictly observed thus: MGBAKAM, OFEIYI and AMARAMOHIA. Finally, a general dance which is usually longer and more thrilling comes up and marks the end of the ceremony.
    The EKWIRIKWE music delivers messages which present Okwuohia as place with people of remarkable mutual respect, prowess and noted for wrestling. EKWIRIKWE music is used to caution Okwuohia people not to eat the bread-fruits with the shells again after the Mbomuzo. Hence, "ONYE ATALA UKWA NA MKPEKELE" and "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". This is demonstrated by hitting one's back-side to symbolically discharge the ones eaten previously. Before the EKWIRIKWE dance arena is approached, people sing various songs and dance along the road according to Age Grades, socicultural groups and sections.
    MBOMUZO AND THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF DATE.
    Only the Eze of Okwuohia, in consultation with you Traditional Council has the powers to announce the date for MBOMUZO every year. Above all, it is a known fact that Okwuohia community is the first among all the communities in Obowo and even the old ETITI District to perform Mbomuzo every year, thus determining the cultural calendar for other communities that perform the same and or related festivals.
    Mbomuzo holds in Okwuohia on the second EKE-Okwuohia market day in the month of June every year. Visitors, friends, in-laws and well -wishers of the community visit the community to enjoy the characteristic hospitality and conviviality associated with the ceremony. Entertainment items are unlimited especially according to the preparedness of the individual families and persons during the period. Such entertainment items include and not limited to polished bread-fruit meals, maize pudding, cassava foo-foo, oil-bean pudding and different kinds of drinks.
    PROBLEMS:
    The festival has suffered from various problems which include but not limited to wrong perceptions, misrepresentation, misconception, ignorance, ineptitude, iconoclasm and apathy. Many, especially the less informed and the neo-religious groups strongly hold to the perception that that the festival is fetish and wasteful (especially those who are not willing to spend their resources to host guests).
    ADVANTAGES:
    The period leads to keeping the surroundings clean, re-union of families, friends, in-laws and well -wishers, tourist attraction and advancing our cultural heritage including ensuring the acquisition and development of the EKWIRIKWE playing and dancing skills.
    In the good old days, women who earnestly took part in the road and market clearing and cleansing and later took part in the AHIA-NGANGA activities after bathing on serious intents at the Onu-Lolo-nwanyi (Onu-Ngele) stream, would appear at Mbomuzo the following year either pregnant or as nursing mothers if they either prayed for or desired such thereby.
    MODIFICATIONS SO FAR:
    Since culture is dynamic, efforts have been made by the leadership of Okwuohia community, over time, to modify certain aspects of the festival and programmes there-of in order to exponge some questionable and undesirable aspects of it. For instance, the timing and declaration of the date of the festival are now done by the Traditional ruler of Okwuohia in synergy with the Traditional Council. Also, no shrine or deity is either worshipped or honoured before, during and even after the festival. Most times, the traditional rulership open the festival with Christian thanks-giving worship at an agreed Christian church here in Okwuohia.
    CONCLUSION:
    In line with the realities of the present moments, efforts should be made to allow for acceptable modifications while there should be insistence on protecting and upholding the soul, spirit and purports of the cultural heritage of our dear Okwuohia community especially as regards affects MBOMUZO.
    Written by:
    Chief Emma C. Anyanwu, (DIKEMBA),
    1st Traditional Prime Minister and Currently the Chairman of Okwuohia Traditional Council,
    Being a lecture presented by me at the 2019 edition of MBOMUZO festival, at EKE-OKWUOHIA Market Square.
    MBOMUZO IN OKWUOHIA AUTONOMOUS COMMUNITY, OBOWO L.G.A., IMO STATE, NIGERIA. Okwuohia is a Community in Obowo L.G.A., of Imo state, Nigeria, that has enviable rich historical background and deep cultural heritage. Okwuohia is the only community in Obowo and the old ETITI District that has four markets covering the four market days in Igbo calendar, namely: Eke, Orie, Afor and Nkwo. All these have distinct locations and hold accordingly. The community prides herself with many cultural festivals which include Mbomuzo, Ntumaka, Nrim-ji (Iri ji) among others. But the one that attracts people in their numbers to the community is, "MBOMUZO", a-k-a "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". MBOMUZO simply means, "clearing of the roads ", otherwise known as environmental cleansing, especially with regard to roads leading to traditional centres and matket places. It is intended to make the roads passable again in order to give proper access to the markets and homes of citizens. In Okwuohia, all roads are cleared very thoroughly starting from individual homes to the Eke-Okwuohia, Orie-Okwuohia, Afor-Okwuohia and Nkwo-Okwuohia market squares. Also, roads leading to major and significant rivers are cleared. For instance, the Onu-iyi-lolo-nwanyi (Onu-ngele) stream at Umuduru Mgbakam is usually kept cleared for the "AHIA-NGANGA" ceremony by the women of Okwuohia during the same period. It has to be noted that all the road clearing and cleansing must be completed on or before the NKWO market day preceding the EKE market day of the ceremony. NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA: As said earlier in this write-up, MBOMUZO Okwuohia is also referred to as NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA. Why? Ours, is an agrarian community. In those good old days, our people cultivated yams, coco-yams, maize, cassava and mkpokoro in large scales. Farming was done more at locations far away from homes. Due to this, farmers constructed make-shift structures there in the bush/farms, where they rested and had their meals during the toils of the day. Most times, people returned to their homes very late in the evening. Major foods eaten in the farms those days were bread-fruits (Ukwa), palm kernels, yams and coco-yams. The bread-fruits were eaten whole without removing the the shells or the outer covers. Farming took place between the months of January and May, during which period farmers fed on any available food items. When such farmers returned to their homes from their farms in the month of May, they settled down to enjoy more pleasant and well prepared food. They would no longer eat the bread-fruits with their shells. Also, they cleaned their environments that had been left bushy during the period of intensive farming activities in the farms. From their homes, clearing and cleansing progress to the roads that lead to other homes and traditional centres. At this time, people begin to exchange visits with relatives and friends both far and near to show that they have returned home after the farming period in the bush. Such visits are usually reciprocated. During such visits, entertainments are unlimited based on the dispositions of the parties involved. In Okwuohia, after the entertainment at home, people gather at the designated market square to demonstrate it the more. The venue is usually at the ORIE OKWUOHIA, where the EKWIRIKWE music music is played and danced in an organized manner. EKWIRIKWE MUSIC AND ORDER OF DANCING: After the presentation and blessing of kola-nuts by the traditional ruler of Okwuohia, who declares the ceremony open after his speech and brief demonstration of the dance, the ceremony begins. Ofeiyi people, who are the custodians of the EKWIRIKWE do a brief demonstration dance. Thereafter, the traditional order of seniority of the three sections of Okwuohia is strictly observed thus: MGBAKAM, OFEIYI and AMARAMOHIA. Finally, a general dance which is usually longer and more thrilling comes up and marks the end of the ceremony. The EKWIRIKWE music delivers messages which present Okwuohia as place with people of remarkable mutual respect, prowess and noted for wrestling. EKWIRIKWE music is used to caution Okwuohia people not to eat the bread-fruits with the shells again after the Mbomuzo. Hence, "ONYE ATALA UKWA NA MKPEKELE" and "NKUISI-MKPURU-UKWA". This is demonstrated by hitting one's back-side to symbolically discharge the ones eaten previously. Before the EKWIRIKWE dance arena is approached, people sing various songs and dance along the road according to Age Grades, socicultural groups and sections. MBOMUZO AND THE PRONOUNCEMENT OF DATE. Only the Eze of Okwuohia, in consultation with you Traditional Council has the powers to announce the date for MBOMUZO every year. Above all, it is a known fact that Okwuohia community is the first among all the communities in Obowo and even the old ETITI District to perform Mbomuzo every year, thus determining the cultural calendar for other communities that perform the same and or related festivals. Mbomuzo holds in Okwuohia on the second EKE-Okwuohia market day in the month of June every year. Visitors, friends, in-laws and well -wishers of the community visit the community to enjoy the characteristic hospitality and conviviality associated with the ceremony. Entertainment items are unlimited especially according to the preparedness of the individual families and persons during the period. Such entertainment items include and not limited to polished bread-fruit meals, maize pudding, cassava foo-foo, oil-bean pudding and different kinds of drinks. PROBLEMS: The festival has suffered from various problems which include but not limited to wrong perceptions, misrepresentation, misconception, ignorance, ineptitude, iconoclasm and apathy. Many, especially the less informed and the neo-religious groups strongly hold to the perception that that the festival is fetish and wasteful (especially those who are not willing to spend their resources to host guests). ADVANTAGES: The period leads to keeping the surroundings clean, re-union of families, friends, in-laws and well -wishers, tourist attraction and advancing our cultural heritage including ensuring the acquisition and development of the EKWIRIKWE playing and dancing skills. In the good old days, women who earnestly took part in the road and market clearing and cleansing and later took part in the AHIA-NGANGA activities after bathing on serious intents at the Onu-Lolo-nwanyi (Onu-Ngele) stream, would appear at Mbomuzo the following year either pregnant or as nursing mothers if they either prayed for or desired such thereby. MODIFICATIONS SO FAR: Since culture is dynamic, efforts have been made by the leadership of Okwuohia community, over time, to modify certain aspects of the festival and programmes there-of in order to exponge some questionable and undesirable aspects of it. For instance, the timing and declaration of the date of the festival are now done by the Traditional ruler of Okwuohia in synergy with the Traditional Council. Also, no shrine or deity is either worshipped or honoured before, during and even after the festival. Most times, the traditional rulership open the festival with Christian thanks-giving worship at an agreed Christian church here in Okwuohia. CONCLUSION: In line with the realities of the present moments, efforts should be made to allow for acceptable modifications while there should be insistence on protecting and upholding the soul, spirit and purports of the cultural heritage of our dear Okwuohia community especially as regards affects MBOMUZO. Written by: Chief Emma C. Anyanwu, (DIKEMBA), 1st Traditional Prime Minister and Currently the Chairman of Okwuohia Traditional Council, Being a lecture presented by me at the 2019 edition of MBOMUZO festival, at EKE-OKWUOHIA Market Square.
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  • Let me admit something to you.

    I used to be scared of being seen as someone who is trying. Scared of being seen as someone putting in the effort.

    But the minute I stopped being scared, and embraced each stage of my journey, everything about me changed.

    And maybe that's you… you’re scared.

    You’re scared of looking like a beginner.
    You’re scared of being seen as someone who’s “still coming up.”
    You’re scared of looking like you’re doing too much.

    But guess what?
    Nobody even knows you yet.
    And you think you’re doing too much? Come off it.

    Have you seen Funke Akindele market her movies?
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    It was her consistency that made other actors wake up and start promoting their own work.

    Look at Ruth Kadiri. Sis quietly left the usual Nollywood formula and built a serious voice on YouTube.

    Now, guess what?
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    But you? You’re still hiding your product.
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    Let me tell you something:
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    Not one “oga at the top.”
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    So stop waiting for some divine helper to appear from the clouds.

    Wrap that offer.
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    Carry it on your head.
    And hawk it like hot akara

    Let people see you!
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    You feel me?

    Good!
    Now go and sell.
    Let me admit something to you. I used to be scared of being seen as someone who is trying. Scared of being seen as someone putting in the effort. But the minute I stopped being scared, and embraced each stage of my journey, everything about me changed. And maybe that's you… you’re scared. You’re scared of looking like a beginner. You’re scared of being seen as someone who’s “still coming up.” You’re scared of looking like you’re doing too much. But guess what? Nobody even knows you yet. And you think you’re doing too much? Come off it. Have you seen Funke Akindele market her movies? Back to back trailers, posters, interviews, BTS content, TikToks, Instagram…she carries her movie promotions like hot jollof. It was her consistency that made other actors wake up and start promoting their own work. Look at Ruth Kadiri. Sis quietly left the usual Nollywood formula and built a serious voice on YouTube. Now, guess what? Everyone is following her footsteps. But you? You’re still hiding your product. You’re still tiptoeing around your business like it’s a secret. Let me tell you something: That product you’re hiding? That service you’re shy about? That is your DESTINY HELPER. Not one “oga at the top.” Not one billionaire uncle. Your product. Your skill. Your knowledge. That’s the real plug. So stop waiting for some divine helper to appear from the clouds. Wrap that offer. Put it on a big tray pan. Carry it on your head. And hawk it like hot akara Let people see you! Let them hear you! Let them feel you! You feel me? Good! Now go and sell.
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  • My father married a mad woman.

    He was caught sleeping with her and the elders punished him.

    Weeks later, the mad woman was pregnant and villagers said my father was responsible.

    After much friction, my father was married to the mad woman.

    After nine months, she was taken to a midwife on the outskirt of town, where I was born.

    I never liked my mother.

    I always distanced myself from her.

    Whenever father left for market, he'll tell me to look after her. But I didn't, I'll rather sit outside and play alone.

    I was often mocked and jeered at school for being the son of a mad woman. And often, she'll be seen at the market square walking and talking to herself, or beside the gutter washing her feet. Sometimes, she would be at a waste bin picking out rubbish.


    I used to cry in my room and ask God why he gave me a mad woman for a mother, but others had sane and well to do mothers.

    I grew to hate her more and more because she stank, always dirtied her clothes and ate food with both hands, instead of Cutleries.

    When I turned nineteen, I left the village to be with my aunt in the City. Over there, my Aunt got me a job through one of her friends.

    I worked as a waiter and within Months I was able to save much before December.

    I wanted to live and feel big when I returned to the village, so they'll not see me as the local boy or the poor son of a trader whose mother was a mad woman.

    When I finally came to the village, it was the Christmas period. I used a bushy track behind the market square.

    It was evening, my heart was heating up with excitement, as I wanted to show everyone I had made it big.

    I met my mother from afar sitting on a patch of grass in tattered clothes!

    I didn't want to meet her, nor want her to meet me.

    I didn't want to hug her damp and smelly body.

    I didn't want to see her lank short and drab brown hair.

    I turned, immediately and all of the sudden people brushed past me, pushing me on the floor. I was brushing off the sand and dirt where a feminine voice shouted.

    " Come and catch him o, onye oshi! Onye oshi!"

    Before I knew what was amiss, a firm hand grabbed my trousers by the waist. People suddenly appeared with sticks and matches, others carried whips.

    I was descended upon.

    Nobody wanted to hear me out. Nobody wanted to know if I was innocent.

    The whip landed on my back, the cane added, the matchet slammed on my buttocks. I was screaming, crying pleading but all paid deaf ears.

    " Finish him, thief, shameless theif, fine boy like you!" A woman said landing slaps on my face.

    Within a blink I felt liquid spilled over my body.... It was petrol! I screamed the more.

    " In your next life you'll never steal people's things... Thief!" The man that spilled me petrol said.

    I suddenly felt helpless. I regretted my journey to the village. I hadn't even seen my father and now the man was calling out for match stick or lighter.

    I was drenched in tears and blood from bleeding. I didn't know myself– all I knew was to beg for my life.

    A boy was approaching with lighter when a coconut branch landed on him and soon on everyone.

    There was a stampede.

    " Mad people! Bloodthirsty demons! Leave my son o." A woman said in Igbo.

    It was my mother, she ran to shield me immediately. She was crying as she saw my wounds that bled and the tears that soaked my face.

    " Ndo, ndo." Was all she could say and lifted me up gently.

    The villagers never knew I was the mad woman's son who travelled a long time ago. They all thought I was the thief that stole from a market woman's shop.

    Where it not for my mother, I'd be dead. I never loved her but she saved my life. A mother's love never dies

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    My father married a mad woman. He was caught sleeping with her and the elders punished him. Weeks later, the mad woman was pregnant and villagers said my father was responsible. After much friction, my father was married to the mad woman. After nine months, she was taken to a midwife on the outskirt of town, where I was born. I never liked my mother. I always distanced myself from her. Whenever father left for market, he'll tell me to look after her. But I didn't, I'll rather sit outside and play alone. I was often mocked and jeered at school for being the son of a mad woman. And often, she'll be seen at the market square walking and talking to herself, or beside the gutter washing her feet. Sometimes, she would be at a waste bin picking out rubbish. I used to cry in my room and ask God why he gave me a mad woman for a mother, but others had sane and well to do mothers. I grew to hate her more and more because she stank, always dirtied her clothes and ate food with both hands, instead of Cutleries. When I turned nineteen, I left the village to be with my aunt in the City. Over there, my Aunt got me a job through one of her friends. I worked as a waiter and within Months I was able to save much before December. I wanted to live and feel big when I returned to the village, so they'll not see me as the local boy or the poor son of a trader whose mother was a mad woman. When I finally came to the village, it was the Christmas period. I used a bushy track behind the market square. It was evening, my heart was heating up with excitement, as I wanted to show everyone I had made it big. I met my mother from afar sitting on a patch of grass in tattered clothes! I didn't want to meet her, nor want her to meet me. I didn't want to hug her damp and smelly body. I didn't want to see her lank short and drab brown hair. I turned, immediately and all of the sudden people brushed past me, pushing me on the floor. I was brushing off the sand and dirt where a feminine voice shouted. " Come and catch him o, onye oshi! Onye oshi!" Before I knew what was amiss, a firm hand grabbed my trousers by the waist. People suddenly appeared with sticks and matches, others carried whips. I was descended upon. Nobody wanted to hear me out. Nobody wanted to know if I was innocent. The whip landed on my back, the cane added, the matchet slammed on my buttocks. I was screaming, crying pleading but all paid deaf ears. " Finish him, thief, shameless theif, fine boy like you!" A woman said landing slaps on my face. Within a blink I felt liquid spilled over my body.... It was petrol! I screamed the more. " In your next life you'll never steal people's things... Thief!" The man that spilled me petrol said. I suddenly felt helpless. I regretted my journey to the village. I hadn't even seen my father and now the man was calling out for match stick or lighter. I was drenched in tears and blood from bleeding. I didn't know myself– all I knew was to beg for my life. A boy was approaching with lighter when a coconut branch landed on him and soon on everyone. There was a stampede. " Mad people! Bloodthirsty demons! Leave my son o." A woman said in Igbo. It was my mother, she ran to shield me immediately. She was crying as she saw my wounds that bled and the tears that soaked my face. " Ndo, ndo." Was all she could say and lifted me up gently. The villagers never knew I was the mad woman's son who travelled a long time ago. They all thought I was the thief that stole from a market woman's shop. Where it not for my mother, I'd be dead. I never loved her but she saved my life. A mother's love never dies 100 VIEWS AND EPISODE 2 DROP TOMORROW 🤲🔥
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  • HOW TO CHOOSE A NICHE FOR YOUR ONLINE BRAND.

    A lot of people are confused when it comes to choosing a niche.

    You don’t need to “have it all figured out” to choose a niche.

    Here’s how to pick your niche without overthinking.

    1. CHECK WHAT YOU KNOW, LOVE, AND CAN TEACH WITHOUT GOOGLE.

    Ask yourself,

    What do people always ask me about?

    What can I explain even if someone wakes me up by 2am?

    What topic excites me and energizes me?

    What have I suffered through, survived, and now I want to help others with?

    Your niche is usually hidden inside your knowledge, your experience, or your wounds.

    2. FOCUS ON WHO YOU WANT TO HELP, NOT JUST WHAT YOU WANT TO SELL

    Instead of saying: “I want to sell skincare products.”

    Say “I help young women clear their acne and feel confident in their bare face.”

    See the difference?

    Your niche is not just what you do.

    It’s WHO you do it for and WHY it matters.

    3. MONETIZE FROM DAY ONE (EMOTION NO DEY PAY BILLS)

    If your niche cannot be monetized, it’s a hobby. Not a business.

    Do people pay for this problem to be solved?

    Are there coaches, content creators, or products already making money in that niche?

    Good. That means there’s a market.

    Don’t try to be the first. Choose a lucrative niche.

    4. START WITH ONE THING. YOU CAN EVOLVE LATER.

    You’re not married to your niche forever o.

    Start with what you know now.

    As you grow, your niche will grow with you.

    Clarity comes along the way.

    5. STOP WAITING FOR A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

    My dear, your niche won’t come with thunder and lightning.

    It won’t say, “Behold, this is thy calling…”

    You find your niche by:
    • Testing
    • Creating content
    • Serving people
    • Listening to feedback
    • Seeing what works

    The more you show up, the clearer it becomes.

    Don’t let “I don’t have a niche” stop you from building a brand.

    Start from where you are.

    Pick something. Package it. Post it.

    Then keep refining as you go.

    You don’t find your niche by sitting still.

    You find it by moving.

    HOW TO CHOOSE A NICHE FOR YOUR ONLINE BRAND. A lot of people are confused when it comes to choosing a niche. You don’t need to “have it all figured out” to choose a niche. Here’s how to pick your niche without overthinking. 1. CHECK WHAT YOU KNOW, LOVE, AND CAN TEACH WITHOUT GOOGLE. Ask yourself, What do people always ask me about? What can I explain even if someone wakes me up by 2am? What topic excites me and energizes me? What have I suffered through, survived, and now I want to help others with? Your niche is usually hidden inside your knowledge, your experience, or your wounds. 2. FOCUS ON WHO YOU WANT TO HELP, NOT JUST WHAT YOU WANT TO SELL Instead of saying: “I want to sell skincare products.” Say “I help young women clear their acne and feel confident in their bare face.” See the difference? Your niche is not just what you do. It’s WHO you do it for and WHY it matters. 3. MONETIZE FROM DAY ONE (EMOTION NO DEY PAY BILLS) If your niche cannot be monetized, it’s a hobby. Not a business. Do people pay for this problem to be solved? Are there coaches, content creators, or products already making money in that niche? Good. That means there’s a market. Don’t try to be the first. Choose a lucrative niche. 4. START WITH ONE THING. YOU CAN EVOLVE LATER. You’re not married to your niche forever o. Start with what you know now. As you grow, your niche will grow with you. Clarity comes along the way. 5. STOP WAITING FOR A VOICE FROM HEAVEN. My dear, your niche won’t come with thunder and lightning. It won’t say, “Behold, this is thy calling…” You find your niche by: • Testing • Creating content • Serving people • Listening to feedback • Seeing what works The more you show up, the clearer it becomes. Don’t let “I don’t have a niche” stop you from building a brand. Start from where you are. Pick something. Package it. Post it. Then keep refining as you go. You don’t find your niche by sitting still. You find it by moving.
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