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This FFK man self
I don't think he have sense of reasoning at all,the way he split rubbish this days
I pray Buhari wins this incoming election...na taperule dem go take measure una imprisonment

Supporting GMB
#VoteNotFight

dazey:
I have planed to vote for buhari but after watching the video i have change my mind i will vote for Goodluck Jonathan

After watching it I'll still vote for Buhari
I think these people are only desperate and confused to sponsor such program
For me I'll still vote GMB
Come rain
Come shine
And some idiots who stayed at home for almost a year because of ASUU strike will still vote for this same govt...

mirexxx:
lolz wlc Danny

Your danny naw....
Your one and only sweet potato

No wonder too much.....
Cos Danny is finally here

Who is Fani Kayode ...?
Cos we don't knw him here in France
#GMB...vote for #CHANGE
#VoteNotFight

CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT THING
#FEBUHARI
#CHANGE

Stats of comm and lang art ui

I remember the first time I did jamb,when the result came out many people were asking about my score.
Buh I was afraid to check the result so I decided to tell anybody dat ask of my score dat I scored 213,I even told my frnds I scored 213. When I finally checked my result to my greatest surprise I actually scored 213...WTF

Etcetera......confused fellow
Tot he was once a musician.....why did he quit??
Now a radio presenter...
5 mins show on top radio
Bro stop stalking others,work on urself

Etcetera......confused fellow
Tot he was once a musician.....why did he quit??
Now a radio presenter...
5 mins show on top radio
Bro stop stalking others,work on urself

People won't let Wizkid hear word with this his 'In My
Bed' song...lol. Singer turned writer Etcetera also
thrashes it. Read below...
Six weeks ago, I was in Benin City to support a
friend who was getting married that weekend. We
drove down to Ugbowo campus of UNIBEN,
laughing along the way at bini guys and the way
they pronounce certain words. We got stuck in an
unusual traffic jam and my friend who was
driving, took the opportunity to reply his pings,
pausing only to turn up the radio when Wizkid’s “In
My Bed” came on. A few seconds later, he
increased the volume even more. I accepted that
since I was in his car, I had to endure his choice of
songs. So I listened, trying to figure out why he was
interested in that particular song.
Though the melody has this jingle-catchy feel,
everything else about the song is horrible. The mix
brought to mind those days when Nigerian studio
engineers were still learning how to mix. The overall
instrumentation is noisy with the kick pitched high, like a
headache. Played on F-sharp minor, which is a
predominantly high key for most people, but the
struggling syncopation over a lazy bass line weighs the
whole song relentlessly down. My friends know that I
have a crazy physical reaction to songs, mostly when I
love it. In this instance, I was gasping for breath by the
end, as if the song was trying to strangle me. I thanked
God I was still alive when it finally ended. But as the
traffic lingered my friend put down his phone, this time
to surf through radio stations. Again, he landed on “In
My Bed.” That was when I really got scared, thinking I
was going to pass out.
This year, we have had a mix of both good and bad
songs. Wizkid’s “In my bed” is one of those ear worms
you don’t want to get into your brain space for three
minutes and 46 seconds. Those who will say “WTF” is
Etcetera saying? I want you to note that I have a zero
interest in persuading you to agree with me. If you enjoy
“In My Bed,” I won’t dream of changing your mind. I
heard it again last weekend at my manager’s party, and
for a second, I thought it was some kind of pain killer
advert, because the radio station where I have my show,
currently runs an ad that sounds like a more palatable
version of it. My Christmas day was almost ruined when
a caller on my show requested “In My Bed” for his
girlfriend. Because Christmas only comes once in a year,
I decided to grant her wish, but as soon as I clicked play,
I had the sort of physical reaction associated with
someone suddenly coming in contact with bees. And
before my mind could process what was happening, I
hammered the stop button quickly, arrgh! If you are one
of those who regard this song as a standard club track
with all the necessary “thumps and bumps” and you are
angry at my loathing of it, it doesn’t bother me at all. I
have fantasised for weeks about punching this song in
the eye, but unfortunately, the song doesn’t have a head,
talkless of eyes.
How can one song cram in so many failed decisions per
minute? One minute you are trying to woo a girl into
your bed, the next, you are saying Tinubu eleniyan,
Fashola eleniyan. What has Tinubu eleniyan got to do
with getting her in your bed? Are you pimping her to
Tinubu or to the other names you mentioned in the
song? There’s nothing wrong with praise singing if you
do it right. “In My Bed” sounds like a guy trying so hard
to get it right and therefore getting it all wrong. You
packed in the same overused lines “Anywhere I go all my
people show me love / And people trying to bad mouth
me. Don’t you think by now, we’ve heard enough of your
sniffy little screech of being chased by enemies? It is
boring already. Even a connoisseur of pop trash won’t
find anything to like about a song like this. “In My Bed” is
one song you don’t need to know the lyrics, you may
want to shield your friends and loved ones from its
strange concoction. It is indeed the worse song of this or
any other year. Oh sorry, this year is not over yet, so it’s
theoretically possible a worse contender could emerge,
but I doubt it. Let’s put it this way, if placed in
comparison with any of Artquake’s songs, it would still
be a distant second. I can’t remember the last time there
was a hit song this whack.


lindaikeji..nl/2014/12/is-wizkid-on-ice-again-etcetera-writes.html?m=1

If you know any great Nigerian history please share with
the rest of us. Below is the history of Ladi Kwali, the
woman on the N20 note...
Nigeria's best known potter who was awarded a
Doctorate and was made MBE in 1963 for the level
of detail and skill she utilized while making her
pots.
Ladi Dosei Kwali (1925-1983) popularly known as
Dr Ladi Kwali was born in 1925 in Kwali town in
the present Federal Capital Territory,
Abuja,Nigeria.

Probably she is the best known of the Abuja
potters. Making pots was women’s work in Kwali
and the entire Gwari villages, therefore Ladi came
to Abuja (the then Suleja) with knowledge of
traditional Gwari pottery.
She did not at first take to the idea of using wheels
and kilns and the other paraphernalia of the
European potter, but proved to have a natural
ability to throw. She was picked from her
traditional home Kwali to the then Abuja the
present Suleja because of her natural ability in
making pots.

The Abuja Pottery Training Centre was established
1950 by an English potter, Michael Cardew, who
was sent to the Abuja area by the then colonial
government, ostensibly to improve the quality of
local work. But he found himself, for the next 15
years, in a symbiotic working relationship with
local potters, in which he taught and was taught by
potters like Ladi Kwali.
While Cardew introduced wheels and kilns to the
centre, he also learnt about traditional firing
methods and ornamentation. Kwali on the other
hand, was initially reluctant to adapt to the wheel,
preferring the spiralled coil method of building
pots. She however, discovered she had a natural
flair for the wheel. Cardew encouraged her to
decorate her work, something she had not done
before, and he even fired some of her traditional
work in the Abuja kiln.
Ladi was later to become a very popular member
of the touring lecture team; her easy nature and
ability to communicate made her well liked and
appreciated in Europe, Britain and America. She
became Nigeria’s best known potter and has been
honoured in many ways; she was given a
doctorate.
By the time she died in 1983, Dr Ladi Kwali was
Nigeria’s best known potter. She left a rich legacy
of her work and a school of ‘students’ who picked
up from where she left at the Abuja Pottery
Training Centre. Over the next decade, her
ornamentation skills became more sophisticated,
and probably because of improved firing methods,
she had the opportunity to exhibit her work in
Europe in 1958, 1959 and 1962.
Her pottery was also displayed during Nigeria’s
independence celebrations in 1960. Dr Ladi Kwali
remained associated with the Abuja pottery works
till she died. She gave lectures and demonstrations
at home and abroad on her craft throughout her
career.
www.newsrepublic.com
http://img.antiquesreporter.com.au/
www.kwalilobwoiunion.org/dr-ladi-kwali/

Suffering and smiling

See as dbanj dey look her.....another scapegoat to be

Wonder shall never end,so some people on earth still thinks CR7 nd Lionel messi are strikers.
Abeg which position should benzima play o..?abi chicharito...?
Awon ode..... Na messi una wan beef abi
Baba jst dey do assist

Being Peter Okoye's son has its perks. The cute lil man
was surrounded by friends/fans who wanted a selfie
with him. Peter shared the photo on instagram and
wrote "He is a star already! #CameronJ I see u!"

In an interview with TVC, super star singer Wizkid
addressed allegations leveled against him by his former
music producer, Samklef and his singer Saeon, who he
recently collaborated with.
About Samklef, Wizkid said;
"He was in my house two weeks ago...we were
always together, I really don't understand what's
going on here, but it's all love. I've got love for
Samklef all day. He's even the type of person even
if he hurts me, I can't get mad. That's how much I
got love for that guy."
Now continue to read what he said about Saeon...it was
a bit gangster...lol. Continue...
"I did what I was called to come and do. Record
the song and show up for the video, period. And I
gave her a hit song, which she was looking for,
right? So I gave her what she was looking for. I try
now. Make una talk now o, I try abi I no try? That's
how it is mehn, people forget. When they come to
your house, sleeping in front of your gate, 24/7
trying to get a collaboration and after you give
them something, they just bounce. That's life.
We are not friends. I don't know her. We didn't use
to talk before she came to me that she was going
to make music with me. But me I make songs with
all my friends, I never charge anyone. It wasn't
even me she spoke with..because it took her like a
month to get see me or talk to me. Then we finally
spoke and she had small wrapper now...will I say
no to money? Hell no (laughs). I was even nice to
her I gave her discount. I gave her like 10%
discount...some other people, do you know how
much they pay? Abeg let's move to other matters
(laughs)


http://lindaikeji..in/2014/10/wizkid-talks-
samklef-saeon-in-new.html?
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sinokingz:
So now is the money gona be peterz money abi p square money

Peter's pocket naw

It should hav been Paul and Peter.....psquare

Airforce1:
Peter and Paul put together won't make me buy their product

LMAO

glitest:
Its Lola's fault

How is it Lola's fault

glitest:
Its Lola's fault

How is it Lola's fault

Peter Okoye is the new face for
Olympic Milk. He has officially been unveiled
as the brand's ambassador.

banega: Chai,. My very own Mikel is gone •

The impersonator

After passing through this dangerous places hw book wan take enter head self

jennylove7575: I have o....sometime ago. when Nairaland first started many good matured minded guys were on it...I met this guy then, we got talking and agreed to meet up....wen I met him, I experienced love at first sight. The guy was looking great, he was kind, polite and calm. We hugged and snuggled at the corner of a restaurant.
We got into conversation getting to know more about each more...in short, we had a nice fun filled day together..the touches, the kisses, the laughter and teases was great. I fell in love with this guy. After dat wonderful day, he stopped picking my calls and started avoiding me. I grew very worried waiting for his explanations but it seemed never going to happen he was nowhere to be seen. Many months past I took the courage to visit his home, there I found out he had given me the wrong address. I was distraught. I made the decision to forget about him and move one. It was difficult for me to get the thought of him off my head. Then miracle happened, four days before Christmas, I saw him at a carol service on a wheel chair with his mum. I couldn't believe my eyes..I rushed to him at once. He looked so pale and emaciated..he managed to smile when he saw me. I just couldn't hold back, I hugged and kissed him. The mum told me he is been battling with cancer before I met him..he told me he shut the door of his heart from loving me, because he knew he was dying.

He said meeting me was the best thing that ever happenned to him. I should never regret knowing him..we spent the xmas together at a hospice where he was admitted to dye. Sadly he passed on..on the 27th december of that year.

For many months I grieved. to help myself through it, I left Nairaland. Only to open a new account this year...stories of my life.

*tears*