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She looks like custard

One time I saw d dude at Intercontinental hotel. He swayed like a lady and he held a purse. I actually saw him pulling out a lipstick from the purse in the elevator.

This Cramjones is becoming more and more irrelevant in the scheme of things. I know what you're doing slowpoke. And so many gulluble, uneducated lackeys will listen to the spewer.

I'm not going to say anything to those lot. From 2011, I knew the right person to vote for. I made the right decision, but idjits who are blinded by religious, ethnic/tribal, and zonal sentiments decided to vote for a 'better person'.

Now things are happening and you are all directing the blame to people. Hold the man at the center responsible. Hold the president responsible. The president who denied the abduction of the Chibok girls until the world proved him wrong. The same president who increased the price of fuel ridiculously with nothing to show for it. The same president who gave a known fraudulent criminal(sneaked out of a country disguised as a woman) presidential pardon. The same president who doesnt agree that corruption is stealing. The same president that promised to do one term and has killed his integrity and damaged his reputation with his bare hands. The same president that cannot account for a certain missing 20billion USD. The same president who was know to attend international conferences and meetings drunk. The same president that claims to be in talks with Boko Haram when Shekau denies it and even threatens to behead the so called negotiator if they ever meet. Only silly Nigerians will vote for a man with these atrocities to his name.

No matter what happens in 2015, I'm confident that Nigeria's mess will not stain my shine.

The fall guys (and many of you are here on this forum) are exceptional in this great nation. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

politricks:
Kwara has produced some great musicians.

He's not from Kwara.

Ijebu Jesha, Osun State.

I. K. Dairo
Juju player, composer

With a musical career spanning most of the latter half of the twentieth century, Nigerian bandleader I. K. Dairo is known as the father of juju for his role in establishing that musical style, which eventually displaced West African highlife as Nigeria's national sound. His songs, which reflected traditional Nigerian culture, appealed to a variety of listeners and his music featured instruments as diverse as the talking drums and the accordion. Dairo recorded hundreds of records and toured around the world, making him African music's first truly international star.

The son of a carpenter, Isaiah Kehinde Dairo was born in 1931 in Offa, Kwara State, Nigeria. His early interest in music reportedly emerged when his father made a drum for him, which he carried around with him at all times. Unable to finish his education, Dairo worked as an apprentice barber and learned to play and make drums in his free time. By 1942 he had joined his first juju band. (Juju music is an upbeat urban music style that began in the 1930s; it is rooted in Yoruba dance drumming with traditional call-and-response patterns.)

From 1942 to 1946, Dairo traveled western Nigeria as a migrant farm laborer, cloth merchant, carpenter, and road builder. By night he played with juju bands led by pioneering musicians such as Oladele Oro and Ojoge Daniel. In 1950 he joined the Rolling Dollars dance band, considered important contributors to the development of modern juju. Settling in Ibadan, he began a decade-long apprenticeship under Daniel that allowed him to explore and polish his own musical ideas. In 1956, he formed a ten-member group called the Morning Star Orchestra, which would later be renamed the Blue Spots.

Dairo was not entirely content with playing traditional juju and embarked on a path of experimentation that revealed his talents as a composer/arranger and forever changed the sound of the music. In addition to the influences of juju pioneers like Ojoge Daniel, Dairo was inspired by the West African highlife style as performed by E. T. Mensah, Victor Olaiya, Bobby Benson, and the Ramblers Dance Band. He began to research and incorporate local oral traditions into his music, while at the same time adding modern elements like the ten-button accordion and Latin American rhythms. Although he sang mostly in Yoruba (a Niger-Congo language of southwestern Nigeria and parts of Togo and Benin), he also used other local languages such as Hausa, Urhobo, and Itsekiri, as well as English, the colonial language of Nigeria. Lyrics, culture, and innovations aside, another factor contributing to Dairo's success was his ability to write music that fit into the format of the three-minute song.

In 1960 Nigeria gained independence and Dairo's parallel rise to stardom made him a favorite of kings, businessmen, ambassadors, and heads of state. In 1963 Queen Elizabeth named him a Member of the British Empire (MBE) for his cultural contributions to the Commonwealth, making him the only African musician to receive that honor. Dairo was also a clear favorite among the Nigerian people, noted Andrew C. Frankel on the Roots World website, quoting the Nigerian magazine Spear, whose readers called him the "Shakespeare of Music" and "an earthly god of music."

During the 1960s Dairo enjoyed increasing success with a number of songs about women, their elegance, and beauty—best-selling hits like "Salome." After a 1965 performance at Westminster Theatre in London, Dairo went on to participate in the World Negro Arts Festival held in Dakar, Senegal.

Despite Dairo's immense popularity, the juju music of Nigeria's poor had yet to replace highlife as the nation's favorite. In the late 1960s, during the Nigerian Civil War (a conflict he predicted in his 1963 song "Ka Sora" Dairo and his band released a stream of successful singles that would, by 1970, establish juju as Nigeria's national sound. This popularity continued throughout the decade with the release of albums such as Kekere, Talaka Nke Ebi, and Emini Oni Gbe Sajo.

By 1980 Dairo had been eclipsed as the king of juju by artists such as King Sunny Ade and Ebenezer Obey. Performing less and less often, he managed several clubs and a Lagos hotel to earn a living. Dairo was a founding father of the Musical Copyright Society of Nigeria and served as Nigerian chapter resident of the Performing Rights Society. He also became a minister in the syncretic Christian Cherubim and Seraphim church movement, whose worship services include Yoruba language, music, dance. After 15 years without an album, Dairo and a reconstituted Blue Spots band in 1990 released Juju Master, which contributed to a greater international interest in his music.

While he officially retired at his sixtieth birthday party in January of 1991, Dairo and the Blue Spots embarked on the first of three North American tours that same year. His final album, Ashiko, released in 1992, reached number eleven on the Billboard charts in 1994, with Dairo singing lead vocals and playing the guitar, talking drum and accordion on the album's tracks. Billboard called the album an "excellent showcase of his singular juju styling," pointing to "the sparse but poignant guitars and deadpan backing vocals of 'Ko Wa Jo,' the relentless beats and delicate picking of 'Ekun Rere,' the oddly compelling harmonies of 'Mo Sorire,' and the accordion-and-talking drum groove of 'Salome.'"

From 1994 to 1995, Dairo held a professorial position on the ethnomusicology faculty at the University of Washington, Seattle. Inspired by his sojourn abroad and the resulting contact with international musicians, Dairo was reportedly ecstatic about his plan to record an album reflecting these influences. Unfortunately Dairo, who suffered from hypertension and complications from diabetes, died in Effon-Alaiye, near Akure, Nigeria at age 65.

For the Record …
Born Isaiah Kehinde Dairo on January 6, 1931 in Offa, Kwara State, Nigeria; died on February 7, 1996, in Efon-Alaiye, near Akure, Nigeria; son of a carpenter; children: several, including musician Paul I. K. "Play" Dairo. Education: Ten-year musical apprentice ship under Ojoge Daniel; graduated in 1957.

Sideman in first juju band, 1942, sideman in several juju bands thereafter, musical apprentice under Ojoge Daniel, 1947-57; bandleader of Morning Star Orchestra (later the Blue Spots), 1957-96. Professor at University of Washington, Seattle, ethnomusicology division, 1994-95.

Awards: Member of the British Empire (MBE), 1963

Addresses: Record company— Xenophile Records, 43 Beaver Brook Rd., Danbury, CT 06810, phone: (203) 730-0333, fax: (203) 730-0345.

Selected discography
Juju Master, Original Music, 1990.

I Remember, Music of the World, 1991.

Ashiko, Xenophile, 1992.

Sources
Periodicals
Billboard, July 16, 1994.

Washington Post, February 19, 1996.

Online
"Dairo, I. K.," MusicWeb Encyclopaedia of Popular Music, http://www.musicweb.uk.net/encyclopaedia/d/D1.HTM (March 8, 2004).

"I. K. Dairo," All Music Guide, http://www.allmusic.com (March 8, 2002).

"IK Dairo MBE (late)," Nigeria Arts, http://www.nigeria-arts.net/Music/Juju/IK_Dairo_MBE/ (March 8, 2004).

"In Memory of I. K. Dairo," Roots World, http://www.rootsworld.com/rw/feature/dairo.html (March 8, 2004)

—Brett Allan King


King, Brett. "Dairo, I. K." Contemporary Musicians. 2004. Encyclopedia.com. 29 Oct. 2014 <http://www.encyclopedia.com>.

We all know the true story of what happened to that plane. Someone made the plane stay too long in the air because he/she was using the airport at that time. It was not the fault of the airline company, and they know it...so this is just compensation to protect the person's name.

otijah:
Alhaji orezi my best 9ja youngest artist far much beta than pato, runtown and wizkid, skales if U think am lying u beta listen to his rihanna version or shoki. The other guy is his producer kiddominat

The other guy is DelB.

YEMOYEMI:
Am sure many sensible people on this forum will not bother to read this long trash.

Long trash u call it...

And that's what it is.

One of the best posts in a looooooong time. Thanks sweet.

So sad. I used to admire him. He was so cool and soft spoken. As a matter of fact, it was because of him I used to watch the sports programme.

Sparrow13: brownlolly you have a good writing skill.

Thanks

So I closed a little earlier today. I closed around 6:15pm and headed straight for Diamond bank Junction at Wuse II. I crossed the road and waited for the next cab heading to Banex Junction. Soon enough, one stooped. I noticed that it had only one passenger seating at the driver’s corner. He was a very old man. I knew he was having sight problems because he didn’t even respond when I entered the front seat of the cab. I sat in and tried to look at his face again through the side mirror, but this car didn’t have a mirror. I wasn’t too comfortable (as a sharp boy, trust nobody. E fit be setup), so I was expecting something funny.
When we got to Banex Junction, I alighted and when I was paying, the driver told me to help the old man to cross the junction. At this point the man started talking. He spoke impeccable English and I was very impressed. He wore a hat with the NLC logo in front. I really don’t think that man can see. He stretched his hand out and I held his hand. He was shaking. I knew this required enough patience. I tried to convince the driver to help us cross the junction. He complained about the traffic building up at the other side, so I had to do it myself. I heard a woman calling Kubwa Expressway (my destination) and the man was going in the same direction, except that he was going to drop before me. He explained that he had to climb a pedestrian bridge after Jahi, where there is a filling station (Oando). We had already passed the vehicle when I finished telling the man that we should go with the woman. Unfortunately as soon as we were just close to the door another lady came and entered the car. I really didn’t want to cross that junction, especially with the man. I even hate crossing roads. But at this point, I didn’t have a choice. The man engaged me in a conversation almost immediately. He asked me where I was from and I told him. We crossed the road without any hassle. Throughout the whole time, the man had described our steps and movement. He had described the junction in detail. Now I think about it, I’m very sure the man is blind. When we got to a good spot to wait for a cab heading to that place, he told me he was pressed and he had to ease himself. I told him OK, and I made to turn him around to the drainage behind us. That was the least I could do to him. But we didn’t even make it there! He was peeing right on the pavement and I had to stay there to caution people so that he didn’t splash pee on passersby.
He finished, leaned back and said, “My friend, are you there?” I responded and took him back to the roadside where we will get a cab. We got into a Sienna and headed for Jahi. He asked me what I was doing, about where I stayed, he asked if I had finished my youth service. Then he asked for my name. I told him “Dairo” because some people find it hard to call my first name. Then he asked me for my baptismal name. I told him “Peter”. He replied, “Ah, Peter, in French it is called Pierre, Italian, Pedro, in Russian and Slavic it is called Petrovich”. At this point he told me he studied French, Latin, Italian, and 15 other languages. And yes, he started speaking French. He spoke Italian, and he spoke Latin. The other passengers in the vehicle must have been impressed, but nobody said anything. In between the trip, he told the driver not to forget that we were dropping at Oando filling station after Jahi and when we were close to the pedestrian bridge, he told the driver that we must be around the area – and he was correct.
He came down and the driver was kind enough not to take the full fare from us. So I helped the climb the culvert. As we approached the bridge, the man told me to watch out for the stair case. He told me that we should take the left bridge. And really, the left staircase was the best choice for us. It was a straight bridge all the way to the top. The right staircase would have been more stressful for us to climb because it was designed differently. He knew how many staircases we were going to climb. And he counted them in French. When we got to the other side, we had to wait for another cab that would take us back to Jahi. It didn’t make any sense to me. “Why didn’t we just stop at Jahi?”I asked myself. When we got to Jahi, we got an Okada to take the old man to his house. Apparently, the policemen that work in the area know the man well and they helped to get the Okada man. I said goodbye to him and turned to head home. Then I looked back. I had to cross the Kubwa Expressway Road to continue my journey. I easily crossed the lanes leading to town and I got to the middle of the road. Then I had to cross the other road leading to Kubwa. The vehicles were moving so fast, I couldn’t dare to cross the road. Remember I hate crossing. Surprisingly, I saw some people crossing. Twice I thought 2 people were going to be knocked down but they crossed with such skill. I couldn’t. I thought it was suicide. Then I looked far away to my left. In the distance I saw a pedestrian bridge. Immediately, I crossed the less busy road back and started walking to the bridge. I didn’t care about the distance. It was safer. I walked for 20mins, and believe me when I say I’m a fast walker. On getting close, I realized that it was the same bridge the old man and I had climbed just to cross the road. The man had to pass his destination just to cross a pedestrian bridge.
People, this is a serious matter. People who pass that road daily know how accidents happen anyhow there, most especially at Jahi Junction. I don’t see any reason why a sane person would want to cross Kubwa Expressway, but I also know that none of those people that crossed that road in my presence would even want to walk to that bridge so far away.

I’m begging the Federal Government (or anybody that can help get their attention) to look into this. There is no reason why there should not be a bridge there. People cross that road every day because they don’t have a choice. Make life easier for them please.

Thank you

You don't have to believe in your government to be a good Nigerian. You just have to believe in your country.

But this is just so embarrassing.

DRealGeesam: Love you bro, seems i miss-judged you all this while or u just outgrew being sentimental.
Dont change and dont get deluded by sentiment.

So because he says something different today (which is surprising everyone here), he's suddenly a logical person.

berem: who hacked your account? Issaylie!!

You know I had to look at the posters username again. Wonders will never end.

What about AJE FILMS

I've been looking for someone to hangout with too. Which are are you in?

Good morning. Please how much can I buy a Mazda 626 1997model?

Also interested in Mazda 323 1998.

Thanks

jsunex: On your own then

Have u experienced dis?

pasqal09: OP, go find yourself a girl and get laid! That's what you need.

Oh well

jsunex: If y u guys broke up isnt beyond repair then try contact her and resolve d issue if she shows no interest get a new partner with more tim wit new partner u overcome ur memories wit her.

Well now I'm too busy with work I don't have time to hangout and I'm discreet. I like to keep to myself so ts kinda hard really

vizkiz: She is out there busy furcking someone else and you are here wish and hoping...Bro are you gbadun??

Ur an idjit

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oh you noticed shey?

I'm just looking to find someone to spend the weekends with. I stay alone almost every weekend and that is driving me crazy. I live in Kubwa, but I can visit town if I'm invited.

If you'd like to meet, send me a message.

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The whole area is affected. Read well.

I've not been in Lagos for a while because of the dusty conditions as a result of ongoing road construction and repairs, but the two times (the last time was yesterday) I visited my home, I noticed that huge refuse was dumped at our gate. I enquiredfrom my neighbors about what happened and I was told that the whole area (Ifako Ijaiye LCDA) is affected.

Please, what is going on

meccuno: i believe that Nigeria is better off united than divided.....and i believe that there are many criteria that makes us not to progress and some of them are 1.Religion 2.Tribalism 3. Corruption. The youths have been complaining of how the elders have left them out and how the elders are not giving them a chance in politics.But i beg to disagree. We don't have to go cap in hand to this present generation and expect that they would give us the chance on a platter of gold...the youths are not ready to take this challenge.i shudder when i read most comments on this forum and i think that we have lost it as a nation with the kind of youths we are producing.i grew up in southwest,schooled all my life in the southwest....i find it hard to differentiate a Nigerian based on tribe but when i got to this forum i was shocked to see the level at which we have degenerated into...basically...its that bad.....what we fail to understand is that we cannot achieve anything as a nation if we continue to suspect one another.....the Arabs where able to achieve the Arab spring only as a result of their uniformity in tribe and religion and and they cooperated well......if we as youths want to win the war against the oppressors in the position of leadership,we have to accommodative our differences and decide to fight with oneness and unity..failure to do that would only amount to us being stagnant. we have to drop the cloak of tribalism,religion and corruption and see our selfs as Nigerians,then we can tackle the issue of those in power and we would give them the signal that w are ready to take the mantle of leadership.........peace

You are on point!

these factors are the most important parts of our lives, and this is what we need to change.

We need to consider the development and progress of our nation as most important before we consider these other factors. Only idiots will disagree with me on this and selfishness would be their driving force.

It is really hard, I know, but the rest of us who see value in what is left of our beloved country can come together and join forces till we have a strong voice and take over.

We can do this by portraying positive values in our immediate communities. We can influence people with our choices and rules of living...hopefully, people will see what is going on and change their orientation.