₦airaland Forum

68816419:
i feel the government should concentrate more on the key issues facing the state, things like bad roads, lack of drainage systems and many more

TheGoodJoe:

Wizzy World.

kendrick9:
wizkid was absolutely irrelevant in that track...anyone sane can see that

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Trip aborted as soldiers return fire

State demands Task Force

Suspected militants that have been tormenting communities in Ogun State yesterday prevented a convoy led by Deputy Governor Mrs. Yetunde Onanuga from accessing a part of Ebute-Ibafo in Obafemi Owode local government.

In the entourage were Bridgade Commander, 35 Artillery Army Bridgade, Alamala Barack, Abeokuta, Brigadier – General Mohammed Danqalis, the Director of the Department of State Service(DSS), Ogun state Command, Mr Kabiru Sanni, Deputy Commissioner of Police(Operations), Mr Bello Makwashi, Secretary to the State Government Taiwo Adeoluwa, Commisdioner for Information and Orientation, Dayo Adeneye, the Baale of Ebute – Ibafo, Chief Afolorunsho Balogun, the Olu of Imusin, Oba Taiwo Adebunmi Bamgbose and five other traditional rulers.

As the team approached the creek through which the militants usually follow to escape after attacking the Ebute – Ibafo community, the militants shot at them sporadically from the creek. The soldiers and the police in the team returned fire. The trip was aborted.

Secretary to the State Government Adeoluwa urged the Federal Government to urgently constitute a military task force like the one in the Niger Delta to tackle the militants.

“This level of team led by the deputy governor cannot access a part of our state. It means without mincing words, the Federal Government needs to get involved in this.

“This is clearly beyond the capacity of the police. This is something which we believe in Ogun state, a major task force, military operation task force like the one we have in Niger Delta is necessary and desirable now.

“We all can see, we were in Elepete, Igbo Olomu, Imagbon, Imuti, nothing compared to the violence there. You all heard the shooting, this is something that should be a source of worry to everybody and we think the Federal Government should come to our aid,” Adeoluwa said.

Earlier during a visit to other communities under the militants’ attack, Mrs Onanuga appealed to hundreds of fleeing indigenes and residents of the five communities to return home.

She said measures had been put in place to protect them from further attacks and killings by suspected Niger Delta militants.

In the last one week, five of Imusin’s 27 communities in Sagamu Local Government Area of Ogun state had come under grave attacks by the suspected militants, resulting in the death of over a dozen villagers and destruction of their properties.

The affected communities visited are: Imagbon, Elepete, Igbo – Olomu, Imuti and later Ebute – Ibafo.

Addressing the Olu of Imusin, Oba Taiwo Bamgbose, and a handful of his people at Igbo Olomu, one of the scenes of the killings of several of the villagers on June 17, Mrs Onanuga assured that the killers would be brought to justice.

But in a twist of fate, while the Deputy Governor was still addressing the distressed villagers to convey the government’s message of hope and sympathy, information soon came in that a member of the community, Sarafa Olayinka, had just been abducted by the militants and taken to the creek.

Also, the Baale of Ebute – Ibafo, Chief Folorunsho Balogun, while still narrating his community’s ordeal in the hands of the militants to the state government’s representatives earlier, said he too had received a message that his subjects – Alhaji Odugbesan and his wife, had been abducted by the militants.

Chief Balogun said the militants invaded his community three days ago, killed people, attacked a bakery and carted away loaves of bread.

He also said some beautiful women were abducted from the community.

According to him, even domestic animals – goats and chickens-were not spared during the onslaught as many of them found roaming the streets were shot and taken away by the militants.

bolt000:
I agree with the op 100%.

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Wole Soyinka
Photo ccredit: Victor Dlamini

It is time to call a spade a spade or, in this instance, name the Nigerian media camera a weapon of mass obstruction. What used to be mere occasional infraction, soon corrected, is fast becoming a Bill of Rights – for a minuscule sector of the professional community. We are galloping towards an order of social fascism of which - it must also be stressed - that same society is the prime facilitator of its doom. There are times when tolerance becomes acceptance, then tacit and even overt encouragement.

It is time to call a spade a spade or, in this instance, name the Nigerian media camera a weapon of mass obstruction. What used to be mere occasional infraction, soon corrected, is fast becoming a Bill of Rights – for a minuscule sector of the professional community. We are galloping towards an order of social fascism of which - it must also be stressed - that same society is the prime facilitator of its doom. There are times when tolerance becomes acceptance, then tacit and even overt encouragement. Otherwise, why does it take so long to make the media photographer understand that he or she has no fundamental viewing right that overrides those of the lowest member of any gathering, anywhere and under any circumstance. Let us not beat around the bush – mobsters have taken over community, armed with nothing more lethal than the camera and a monstrous will to capture and monopolize space that belongs to the totality. The media camera has become a pest, an aggressive Viewer. Its wielders imagine that they own the world and its contents, that they have a divinely endowed right over the rights of all others, be they paying audience, invited guests, families, participating others, and indeed – most insolent of all – even the event initiators and rightful proprietors.

They snarl, they hiss, they deliver what they consider looks of withering contempt when they are politely requested to move a little to this or that side, just so that the rest of inferior humanity can share in the event. When successfully dislodged, they merely turn recurring decimal. They shove their variegated bottoms right against the faces of others in some warped notion that that this is what the rest of humanity has gathered to see – their backsides – rather than the unfolding event. Never content to melt into the rest of the gathering, they preen themselves at ridiculous angles, stroll up and down sizing up guests like predators looking for their next meal, then – pounce! But do they depart, having obtained their scoop? Do they observe the camera courtesy norm of - Shoot and scoot? Not they! They pause, linger, block audience view while they look inside their lens as if to ensure that whatever prey has been captured within the ‘magic box’ has not escaped, survey the rest of the gathering like zoo keepers presiding over caged mammals, even when those mammals are virtually frothing at the mouth in frustration, then resume the same process with the uttermost condescension. To summarize: today’s media cameraman or woman, genus Nigerianensis, believes that the sun shines through their buttocks, and that their mission is to shed light on the rest of humanity from that lower orifice.

On Saturday, June 11, 2016, I attended one of the most nauseating of such unsolicited, substitute presentations. The event was the installation of the new Iyalode of Sagamu, successor to the late illustrious Iyalode, Madame Dideolu Awolowo. I had re-organized my calendar months ahead to ensure that I could share the occasion. So, I am certain, had hundreds from all walks of life, then converged on that historic city. The day was ruined, the climactic moment stolidly obscured by the ungovernable, egotistical and abusive performance of media cameramen. They desecrated – I repeat – desecrated that event with their thuggish performance, one that saw off one hapless interventionist after another. The sacral moment was degraded. None of the audience was able to share in that solemn heart of the investiture, when the sacred akoko leaves are placed on the head of the celebrant. Not one of the friends, family, relations, colleagues and circle whom Chief Mrs. Folasade Ogunbiyi had invited was able to witness the ceremony for which a sizable number had even traveled across the Atlantic. Is that just? Equitable? Civilized? Or simply plain rude, unfeeling and insensitive? One half of the semi-circle of Chiefs and royal retinue seated on the dais itself were totally blocked from sight – what with the backsides of the photographers pressed against their faces! These disrespectful, uncouth cameramen clambered over one another, expanding their opaque zone until any remaining viewing apertures were lost in a general congealment. I counted them – perhaps no more than fifteen – but then they were joined by a handful of typical Nigerian copycat delinquents wielding their pathetic little phone cameras – i-pod, i-pad, i-do-as-i-please, and other ego feeding contraptions. After all, they were also armed with a camera, so they had a right to mount the royal dais and contest media thuggery with citizen thuggery.

Were we witnessing a solemn but joyous occasion, I asked myself, or a rugby scrum in the wilds of Australia? In vain did the Master of Ceremonies, one chief after another, relations and even frustrated ‘viewers’ approach to plead with them to ‘break it up.' In desperation, I even sent the granddaughter of the celebrant to them, hoping that the sight of a child would shame them, make them understand that they were setting a vile example for children, that they, in their homes would not tolerate such unruly conduct from their own children, wards, or home staff. It made no difference; they nearly trampled my poor emissary beneath their flailing legs. She threw up her hands in despair and I quickly recalled her to safety.

My rights were violated that Saturday. I swear it will not be repeated, not at any event at which my presence is an undertaking of my own free will! There will be citizen action, and If all fails, the two legs that brought me there know how to find their way out. Unlike what appears to be the condition of today’s average Nigerian public, I am no masochist, cannot tolerate cheats – even of space attribution - and insist on my fundamental viewing rights.

What exactly is the problem with these aggressors? Is this an evolving shape of status consciousness, or could it be that they are simply too arthritic to kneel or stoop so others can see over their heads – that is, if they are incapable of finding other effective but unobtrusive positions. Are these closet sadists who delight in frustrating their fellow humanity? Is it a kind of professional arrogance conferred by some mystic Super-Lens up in the skies? The older hands, who should know better, are the most culpable. If they set the right example, their rookies will learn early that the camera is not supreme – and so will the thoughtless public eager riders of this runaway bandwagon, totally out of control. The camera is supposed to augment, not supplant. “Shoot and Scoot” – that is how their colleagues operate in other lands – Sit. Kneel. Stoop. Shoot and Scoot! That is the professional media camera culture in most parts of the world, Everything else is a travesty. There is something known as manners, and basic to any code of manners is simply: consideration for others! Nigerian media camera believe that they are above manners. Maybe they’ve never heard the word. Well, it is time that their faces are rubbed in that word, and its opposite – boorishness! These photographers must go back to school and learn the basics of their trade before angry audiences react as befits their basic entitlement as paying audiences or guests. The trend is escalating. It is time to terminate the long, demeaning posture of supine toleration.

There was apparently worse to follow the marred investiture. After the traditional rites, a Thanksgiving service followed. I did not attend. The outraged report was that the media camera once again behaved true to form. In church, not only did they tramp up and down the aisles and invade the nave and altar space, they proceeded to hawk their pictures right within the church. Who was guiltier – traders or clientele? Both are indecently culpable. Apparently – thank goodness - not all remained complaisant. Unable to endure it any longer, one lady stood up, went after the malefactors, stuck her fingers in their shirt-collars and dragged them out one after the other. That lady should be canonized for humanist action against the demonism of camera fiends. Isn’t there an exhortation somewhere in the bible that reads: “Go and do thou likewise”?

Photography, an art form with a long pedigree of innovations in technique and expertise, is being turned into an affliction, an ‘anything- goes’ occupation that nonchalantly transgresses the borders of equity. To repeat what has already been noted, the public itself is to blame, what with its lethargic shrugging of the shoulder, its grumbling formula of ‘what can one do?’ and – in Fela’s phrasing – a “shuffering and shmiling” disposition in the face of aggression. So here, in conclusion, is what qualifies for perhaps the most overpowering experience of camera obscenity I have ever undergone.

It took place in the United States, about three years ago, where I had presented myself, all spruced up, to fulfill a granddaughter’ wish that I attend her wedding. Right from the beginning, I smelt trouble. It was impossible to miss who was the self-designated star of the day. I endured the exhibitionist, intrusive antics of the camera-festooned young woman who managed to be everywhere at once, turning herself into THE EVENT, at the expense of every other member of that gathering. She was probably armed with only three or four cameras, but she wore them like ponderous necklaces, and they were manipulated like a battery of NASA telescopic lenses beamed at the solar system. Each camera appeared loaded, not with digital technology, but with gamma rays, ready to subdue and convert any image into her own self-augmentation, or perhaps detect and pulverize any dissenting frown or gesture. Short and stocky, a sigidi presence in stolidity, she ensured that her presence dominated the environment in inverse proportion to her height and girth.

Her crowning performance took place at the core moment – the equivalent of the akoko ritual. Having subdued the main body of worshippers, it was time to take on the altar itself. I watched her – disbelievingly – as she built up towards the assault, timed to hoist the victory flag at the climactic moment. She had already demolished the peripheries of the church’s own “territorial imperative” in masterful strides, obliterated those invisible parameters which you and I, believers or non-believers alike, respect as off-limits for the laity. She positioned herself for the final assault, awaited the moment when bride and bridegroom pledged their troth by placing both rings on the bible for blessing before the exchange of rings. Then, wait for this – and may I interject here that, in my theology, Bible leaves or akoko leaves, all are mere vehicles of progression along spiritual invocation, and that trampling on either is an act of desecration. Not being Boko Haram or any of that demonic throng however, we shall leave the deities to fight their own battles and concentrate on ours – which is the right to view without profane obtrusiveness. However, let us get back to the wedding…

Assault camera leading, Ms Sigidi thrust herself between bride and bridegroom, edging aside one of the two officiating priests to make room for herself. I gasped, but thought to myself, now it’s going to happen. That priest is going to shut that heavy tome, turn it into a corrective rod, and biff her in the midriff. Or simply switch his lines to the Book of Imprecations but – no – this was, after all, a camera on divinely appointed visitation – and so, that insipid man of God meekly side-stepped to allow her more room! Elated at this cheaply bought, victim assisted victory, she pointed her metallic snout downwards, and dived hungrily to ingest the bible leaves, took several shots – and then, swaggered away – back to her reconnaissance tour of the altar zone. From there she took her time to survey the congregation before switching to her lordly repertory of slow, self-adoration strides to bestow her lens benediction on the next selected target.

I am no Christian, but I did undergo my regulation abuse of religious conscription, so I still recall what we learnt was the shortest, yet the most trenchant verse in the bible: “Jesus wept”. That day, it was I who wept for Jesus!

Afterwards, between still gritted teeth of superhuman restraint, I said to my daughter – I now believe in the devil, and today it came in the shape of a social photographer. If that was not a fiend from hell, then she is an ambassador plenipotentiary of that domain. I came to see my granddaughter’s wedding but who was the officiating priest? That Afro-American she-devil!

Which American? she corrected. She’s Nigerian.


Wole SOYINKA

Electronzeez:
What is wrong with this spelling you flag ??.

Willing to take calculated risks

Now that you’ve been overlooked for a promotion, it seems like a good time to ask for a raise.

Learns from mistakes

Oops, you miscalculated on the raise. Turns out your request was a bit over the top. You’ll be sure to do your research next time.

Enjoys social interaction

When coworkers want to go out for coffee, or play softball after work, or celebrate a colleague’s birthday in the breakroom, you’re more than glad to join in the fun.

Values solitude

Sometimes, you prefer to eat lunch alone under a tree.

Quick to share credit for good work

Sure, you spearheaded that project. But without the support of your team, you never would have made it to the finish line on time.

Committed to long-term goals

When you make a plan, you stick to it.

Able to see the “big picture”

You can visualize how your contributions on the job help the business to achieve its broader objectives.

Ready for the unexpected

Surprise! The firm just landed three new accounts and your boss wants you to manage them all. You ask, “When can I get started?”

Manages stress effectively

Sometimes, work is pretty intense — but you always do what it takes to maintain work-life balance so you don’t burn out.

Prioritizes health and well-being

You understand there is a connection between your mental strength and your overallwellness. That’s why you never let your health and well-being take a backseat to your job.

Mentally strong people have healthy habits. They manage their emotions, thoughts, and behaviors in ways that set them up for success in life.

What are the characteristics of a mentally strong person?

Mentally strong people also have many distinguishable character traits. Below are 30 examples, collected from or inspired by various articles I found on this topic:-

Tenacious

When faced with a problem, you won’t give up until you find the answer.

Confident

Your boss taps you to give the presentation to the firm’s biggest client. Your response: “No sweat!”

Optimistic

You’re in line for a promotion, but you’re not the only candidate under consideration. You’re not worried, though — you believe the odds are in your favor.

Self-aware

A coworker’s behavior frustrates you. You don’t snap at her. Instead, you think of a measured way to express your annoyance and hopefully, motivate your colleague not to repeat her actions.

Adaptable

You recommend a strategy that is rejected by your project team. You ask your colleagues to help you brainstorm an alternative, and ultimately embrace an idea that hadn’t even occurred to you.

Flexible

Your firm is implementing a new business system. You commit to learn everything you can, as quickly as you can, about the new technology.

Drama-free

You’re known for helping to defuse conflicts at the office, not for creating them.

Reliable

Your coworkers know they can count on you. Period.

Fair

You always take the time to hear both sides of a story, and gather all the facts, before making a judgment.

Self-sufficient

Teamwork is great, but you have no trouble flying solo, when needed.

Consistent

To your colleagues, you’re a known quantity, not a question mark.

Hard worker

No one would ever associate the term “slacker” with you.

Takes responsibility

When you make a misstep, you own it.

Understands that life is not always fair

OK, so you didn’t get the promotion you were so optimistic about. C’est la vie – now, onto preparing for the next opportunity!

Welcomes a challenge

A new and potentially difficult assignment? Sign you up.

In control of their actions and emotions

You never have, and likely never will, embarrass yourself at the holiday office party or any other company event.

Embraces change

Your firm is in transition. Instead of fearing what’s ahead, you make a point to find out as much as you can about the change and offer your support to management.

Unafraid to speak up

Your boss asks for your opinion about a proposed process change. You don’t hesitate to provide it — and suggest a different approach.

Navigates upsets with grace

That promotion you didn’t get? You sincerely congratulated the person who did.

Celebrates others’ success

See the above

scholes0:
LOL.... This girl's actual name is probably Shakiratu Alabi
Come dey tell everyone say her name na Aaliyah in her US school.

looool

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The Bariga years: 1984: the Federal Military Government under the leaderships of General Muhammadu Buhari and Tunde Idiagbon arrested Fela Anikulapo Kuti for violation of the foreign exchange decree. After months of made for media trial, fela was, in September found guilty of violating the draconian decree. The government needed to make a statement in pursuit of its war against indiscipline and Fela was a readily available and famos poster child for such nuisance He was allegedly found with 1200 dollars in his possession as he attempted to board a flight to Los Angeles, United States, for the year’s summer concert tours. His arrest, as his character, became a circuits.. I was a young restless reporter with The Punch, aggressively seeking anything news. I was also seriously flirting with entertainment desk at the Onipetesi newsroom office of the newspaper organization. Ladi ayodeji, celebrated Entertainment journalist, my God father, discovered a my skills. Before joining Punch, I moonlite as a local Disc Jockey of Mafoluku, Oshodi, a densely populated semi lower class project of Lagos. After few weeks of freelancing for Mr. Ayodeji on his entertainment beat, he went to the news editor’s desk and requested that I should be transfered, permanently, to the entertainment desk. Eric Teniola, the then news editor flatly denied his request: “ No I can’t give you Jebose, he is one of our young resilient reporters and very aggressive” Mr. Teniola protested. The next morning, “Baba Erico”, Teniola transferred me to the City office inside the bustling commercial center of Lagos, to assist the city editor, Feyi Smith with news coverage.

The Absence of Fela was sad emptiness in our music industry and everyday lives of the people. He was our constant voice that shared our struggles for basic necessities of life: educated us, through his music on our rights as human beings and encouraged us to be fearless, demand our rights, question our governments, as disenfranchised and underprivileged Nigerians. . The fearless spokesman for the people had been seriously silenced by a military junta determined to clean our society through its War Against Indiscipline. Fela was considered an undisciplined man of the people. Buhari and Idiagbon were determined to make him irrelevant. The band must play on: And there was Ndubuisi Abdul (Okwechime), Fela’s protégée creative, influential arts and features writer with The defunct Sunday Times. The best part, Abdul is from Onicha Ugbo., I travel every Sunday late mornings, from my home in Mafoluku, outskirts of Oshodi, to idi araba, where Ndubuisi lived with his brother. We would eat lunch and then left for either Femi’s house at Bariga or Afrika shrine at Pebble Street in Ikeja, depending on time and traffic. We were passionate about afrobeat music and the Anikulapo Kutis. We wanted the music and its lifestyles to continue in the absence of Fela: we determined to support Femi’s emerging music career. In the absence of Fela, Femi became a temporary front man for his father’s Egypt 80 Band.

Femi was an exciting, terrific and energetic young musician. During these times as a front man for Egypt ’80 Band, he also formed his own band, The Positive Force. Every day, he wrote songs and rehearsed his new compositions, in concert with his best friend and roommate, keyboardist, Dele Sosimi. Femi was also recording his debut. He was, no doubt, the Heir apparent to the afrobeat music kingdom. Those days were his opportunity to step into the limelight and continued with the afrobeat music, culture and lifestyle. Femi refused to be identified as Fela’s shadow. He rejected the comparisons or narratives that he was following his father’s feet steps in music and performance. He wanted desperately an identity of his own. He hated being referred to as the heir apparent. It was early years of pressure cooker and maturity: To prove that his music, identity and ideology, though similar to his dad, were still at variance, he worked hard, rehearsed every day, supported and encouraged by a blossom family which included his grandma, his mother Remi, Sisters, Yeni and late late Sola, Dele Sosimi and that damn huge mean Black German Shepherd dog.

Femi’s hard work was distinct in his debut, MADNESS UNLIMITED. His afro beat was fast tempo, laced with upbeat techno funk appeal. Fela’s creation was traditional, native, primitive and polyrhythmic. During Sunday Jumps, Ndubuis(Abdul) and I watched Femi’s performances and utterances, we would strategize on how to assist him in assuming the headline position. We also agreed that the opportunity to release his album was then.

One Monday morning, before the raining season in 1985, Abdul and I met at Bariga home of Femi. We decided, that day, to market Femi and his new music to the record companies. We went to EMI on Oregun road, Lagos: held hours of meetings with Frank Ifemesia Iferenta, the A& R manager and media relations for EMI. He told us unequivocally that EMI would not be interested in Femi’s music because of his father’s controversies, Fela’s renegade lifestyle. Fela was bad news and bad business, especially then that he was in prison. His charming characters and characteristics trickled down on Femi at EMI. The sins of the father visited an innocent aspiring musician and creative young talent. We felt the sad disappointments in Femi’s face but shrugged off the first rejection. Welcome to show business, a cut-throat business. The crew decided to visit Polygram records that afternoon. As we drove along Ikorodu road, Femi asked we pulled under Anthony Village Bridge, over to rewrite the lyrics to MADNESS UNLIMITED. We sat in the car and watched him wrote part of the song. I was in heavens. I didn’t know that Ndubuisi and I were witnessing the evolution of afro beat Music Empire.
While Fela did his two year time in Borno State prison, I became regular visitor at Femi’s house in Bariga. The family adored and embraced me.. Femis mom, Remi sat on the couch early mornings or evenings, smoking cigarette and always offered me a cup of tea. The family had this black mean looking German shepherd that disliked my regular visits. He would bark as soon as he smelled my scents at the door. Femi would warn that I should be still and walked into the living room slowly while he pacifies the dog with pet. Foolish animal!.
Remi once promised that I was going to write her autobiography whenever she was comfortable and ready to tell all about her love and marriage to Fela.. I never got that opportunity to work with her. Dele Sosimi, skinny and smooth keyboardist was also living with the Anikulapo Kutis in Bariga. Femi and Dele were inseparable then. Femi, Sola, Yeni and I became very close family. Yeni was experimenting on her new passion: fashion designs; specializing in Adire fabrics. She would design special clothes and made sure I wore them during visits, sometimes helping me to tuck in my shirts, like a caring big sister. She made sure I looked good whenever I visited. She and Sola were like sisters watching over me.

Sundays were spectacular visits. Femi, Abdul and I caught regular cabs from Bariga to the Afrika shrine for Sunday Jump. We built trust, dependence and loyalty. Young, unconditional love, respect and one family!. That was how we connected. We were loyal, dedicated to the brand and life styles of a pop culture as its founder served out his jail sentence.

Thus, I understood why Femi drove to the Punch, in 1986, to confirm if Fela had been released from prison after 18 months by the new military administration led by Ibrahim Babangida. He told me he heard the broadcast on the national news on Federal radio Corporation of Nigeria’s 4 o clock news bulletin that Fela was ordered released, effective immediately. He didn’t want to believe it until he visited me at The Punch to confirm. I said” Yes” baba is coming home”… that night, he drove long distance to bring his father home..

These were the living years I was privileged to share with a great son, an awesome musician and a dear friend that turns fifty four this month. It seemed like yesterday. He is human and my purpose is to capture those young wondering years when we were seeking definition, focus and identity. Here, my dear friend. I am still trying to understand where yesterday went: it was so fast. Yekparikpa, yeyeyeyeyekparikpa yeyeyeye… Happy birthday, omo abami eda… what a privilege to belong to this generation with you.

youngice:
The only reasonable tip here is giving

Never ever tell anyone your problems
Most people don't care, others just have theirs
Everyone avoids a dying man, that's why the rich get richer because people can't see their problems

Never beg
No one should know you don't have except your closest friends, always reject gifts before you accept them it reduces the value
Don't act like you need anything, it puts you in charge of the situation

Love Machine:
When last you visit am?

EMMYLBANKS:
rip the boss you contribute in building our music industry we will forever miss you...ADIEU

forgiveness:
These ones na small thing compare to the ones you never write.

21. Live every day as if it were your last because someday you’re going to be right

22. If you even dream of beating me, you’d better wake up and apologize

23. Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are

24. I’ve made my share of mistakes along the way, but if I have changed even one life for the better, I haven’t lived in vain

25. It’s lack of faith that makes people afraid of meeting challenges, and I believed in myself

Cc: Lalasticlala
http://www.skipprichard.com/25-muhammad-ali-quotes-for-the-champion-in-you/

11. Old age is just a record of one’s whole life

12. The man who has no imagination has no wings

13. I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest

14. To be a great champion you must believe you are the best. If you’re not, pretend you are

15. I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was

16. Inside of a ring or out, ain’t nothing wrong with going down. It’s staying down that’s wrong

17. My way of joking is to tell the truth. That’s the funniest joke in the world

18. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion

19. What keeps me going is goals

20. Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer

1. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. His hands can’t hit, what his eyes can’t see.

2. Don’t count the days; make the days count

3. Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth

4. What you’re thinking is what you’re becoming

5. Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion

6. I’m no leader; I’m a little humble follower

7. I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want

8. Only a man who knows what it is like to be defeated can reach down to the bottom of his soul and come up with the extra ounce of power it takes to win when the match is even

9.It’s not bragging if you can back it up

10. It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you down. It’s the pebble in your shoe

Lessons from the Greatest

Muhammad Ali inspired a generation with his lessons of perseverance, of hard work, of determination, and of giving. A former heavyweight boxer, he transcended beyond boxing to be known as one of the greatest sports figures of all time.

He said he was “the greatest.” Not many would argue with it, either. But he also said, “I am an ordinary man who worked hard to develop the talent I was given.”

His many quotes are memorable because of their imagery and poetic qualities.

Though Muhammad Ali’s life journey has ended, his lessons and quotes will remain timeless reminders. From his passion to his philanthropy, Ali trail blazed his own path and stood out from the crowd.

Let his own words remind you that there’s a champion inside of you—because all of us have the opportunity to be great.

Day11:
The greatest

Ayomide93:
Rekindle not Recandle. Much love

GloriaSabipeepz:
Thank u ma broda for puttin sense into him

ninovandross:
well done

ninovandross:
don't find this shiit funny in any way

pinkyliceous:
Dey there make shoe dey wear you.



Yinka Davies: gone.

Ara: gone.

Asa: hmnnnnn.


Tiwa Savage: About to go. Forget about the hype about jay-Z's label.

Mode 9: Gone.

Fine boy Banky W: gone.


True true una no dey last.