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This is a tricky one. Let me give you a personal example, not theory. I have more than one blog, but the one I have more content on is a rap blog. I have had this rap blog since 2008, and have over 5,000 posts on it. It doesn't earn much though. Just like an average of 30 cents a day. Even when I promote it all day on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus, it still earns not more than 30 cents a day. Sometimes, when I promote too much, it even earns less. I guess Google doesn't like Traffic from social media sites, cos I notice it's the traffic that comes from Google Searches that really give me the earnings from adsense. Please note that I am speaking from experience, not theory. Then I have another blog, which has just 5 posts. I mean, just 5 posts total, and it makes 10 cents average daily. Yea, that is quite small. But consider the fact that I have only 5 posts on this blog. I don't want to speak on the niche, cos I don't want anyone to steal my idea, but I will give you an idea. I give location/address where people can get a particular service in Lagos. And because people search that information on Google daily, and they ain't too many people writing/blogging about it online, my blog tend to come up in the searches all the time, even though it has just 5 posts. So, my advise, write what people would want to read, and write a lot of posts on it. This is the first and most important step to me. Just make sure you are blogging about what people really want to read, which can't be found in too many places online. Promote your posts, but write more. |
Carlisle:lol! Thanks. |
1KINGKYLE:Oya...
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I would have kept all my pens too, but someone always runs away with my pen anytime I visit the bank. |
Afonjas:I guess you have nightmares about Yoruba people everyday. Na wa o! |
RSAMAN:How can you say it is a fact that Drake doesn't have talent? Or that he doesn't rap? Or that he can't sing? Those are opinions. Or do you have English comprehension problems? Because you don't like someone doesn't make your opinion a fact. And about Hotline Bling, every hit song has a time frame in which it is on constant rotation, and after which, it is considered old (or a classic), and is listened to every once in a while. Hotline Bling was on Billboard's top ten chart for 19 weeks (almost 5 months). Hotline Bling sold over 600,000 copies in the UK. Hotline Bling sold over 2 million copies in the U.S. These are facts, not opinions. I love rap too, but I love other kinds of music and talent in general. When I see talent I respect it. Well, I don't blame you. You have never tried to write a story, or sing, or act before to know the amount of work that goes into creating art, that is why you can open your mouth and talk shiit. |
RSAMAN:According to you. Nobody really cares about your opinion homie. |
chuksisaac:Dude, I didn't make the list...go and ask Billboard. Billboard compiled the list based on the commercial success this songs are having currently, and not based on skill of the rapper or favoritism. |
chuksisaac:We are saying the same thing. |
Rubbish misleading post. |
Pidggin:This is not about 'a few bad eggs.' All the people I mentioned were staunch anti-gay protesters. They went to great lengths to fight the gay community, and in the end, it turned out they were closet gay men. If you don't find the point of my post in the heading of the post, I don't know what more to say. By the way, just for the record, I am straight. |
bonechamberlain:Well, with hardwork and focus comes luck. About you not seeing him as a rap artiste, what classifies someone as a rap artiste? Does Drake RAP? Yes. Yea, he sings sometimes, but at least 70% of the time, he is rapping, so why are you not considering a rap artiste? The guy is a great talent, give that to him. I know great rappers that can rap circles around drake but can't make a good song to save their lives. Making a great song takes a lot of talent and creativity. |
I feel it is possible, and I am planning to write a story on it. Telekinesis and even Telepathy can be possible if one gives a lot of focus to achieving it. At lest, for Telepathy, me and my ex used to experiment with it back in 2013. We didn't quite get a hang of it, but there were many times we experienced evidence that it does work. You see...we are all connected in this world, cos everything, even inanimate objects contain what Wallace D. Wattles called original substance. So, since we are all made up of or at least have portions of original substance in us, we are all connected. We just have to learn to move the other parts of us. Get it? |
Below are the top 10 hot rap songs on Billboard this week. Drake is still slaying. I don't think any rapper in history has been in the forefront of mainstream rap for as long as Drake has...no kidding. I mean, dude has been at the top since 2009...that's 8 years straight. But of cos, you know I am not talking purely of rap skills and lyricism; I think Kendrick Lamar has got that spot for now. I am talking of the ability to be keep reinventing yourself and making hits, upon hits, upon hits, every single year. People in the forefront of mainstream rap don't last more than 3-4 years, before someone else takes over that position. Okay, enough of the talk. Below is the list of the top 10 rap songs of the week. 10. That Part- Schoolboy Q feat. Kanye West 9. Money Longer- Lil Uzi Vert 8. I Got the Keys- DJ Khaled feat. Jay Z, and Future 7. Don't Mind- Kent Jones 6. Tiimy Turner- Desiigner 5. Panda- Desiigner 4. For Free- DJ Khaled feat. Drake 3. Sucker for Pain- Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, Imagine Dragons, Logic, Ty Dolla $ign feat. X. Ambassadors 2. Broccoli- D.R.A.M feat. Lil Yachty 1. Too Good- Drake feat. Rihanna http://www.kaysrapzone.com/2016/09/top-10-hot-rap-songs-on-billboard-this.html
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Daeveed:Book 3 is coming. |
Osaze20091:Thanks. I will start posting part three on Sunday night. |
wordcat:Hmm! Okay. Thanks for that addition. |
RadicallyBlunt:That's a lie. I stay in that area. Igando to Egbeda is N100, Egbeda to Oshodi is N150 or N200 depending on the time. And Oshodi to Obalande is N150. Stop spreading falsehood. |
lajoshua:Why do you people just like exaggerating things? Guys still get haircuts for N300. And when I had typhoid last month, I treated it with N350 (one pack of Cenox, and the small pack of Tinizol). Also, N500 can cook Ela Alasepo with half kilo of fish/chicken...that is definitely under 500 naira. I know things are hard in the country, but painting things worse than they actually are won't help us in the long run. Stop spreading negative vibes. |
Fourwinds:Hmm! |
I will start posting Book 3 next week Sunday. One day one of my book will sha reach front page. I ain't giving up yet. |
Opistorincos:Thank you. |
TonyeBarcanista:lol! I swear, this man is a bigger thief than Abacha. |
Chapter 10 About 20 minutes had gone by, and the chaos was still going on outside with no help in sight. Tony was sitting on the toilet floor, glad his landlord had gotten a metal door for the entrance of his apartment. His heart still beat at alarming rate, but he had hope help was on the way. He was going through his phonebook again when he heard the sound of car tires screeching on concrete outside, and then there was silence. A few seconds later, there was a little shouting, before gun shots rang in the air. Tony counted about 5 shots and then everywhere became silent again. About ten seconds later, he heard a knock at the door with a familiar voice calling his name and asking him to open up. He breathed a sigh of relief before heading to the door. He saw his friend; Tunde Otega wearing a white caftan. Behind him were three mean looking military men with AK 47 rifles hanging from their sholders. “Thank God!” Tony said as he shook and hugged his 6 ft 7 tall, heavily built friend. “You have to leave.” One of the soldiers said and they all walked rapidly out of the compound. On the street was a pickup truck, and a silver colored Toyota Avalon. The military men got into pickup truck and Tony and Tunde were about to get into the Toyota when a Mercedes Benz SUV started approaching slowly from the other end of the street. The soldiers jumped back out of the car, but Tony told them it was no problem, that it was someone he knew. Judith parked haphazardly on the street, jumped out of her car and ran out to hug him. They were still in an embrace when one of the soldiers backed out. “Let us leave here!” “Tony, we need to go. Now!” Tunde said, urging his friend along. He got into his car and Judith and Tony got into the Mercedes G Class. First, the pickup drove out, then the Mercedes, and then the Avalon. Judith didn’t say anything as she concentrated on keeping up with the top speed the pickup in front of her was driving at. After about 5 minutes of high speed driving through the streets of Lagos, the pickup started slowing down, and then stopped at a filling station totally out of Tony’s neighborhood. The two cars parked behind it. Tunde got out of his car and went to say some things to the men in the pickup, and then they drove off. Tony stepped out of the car as his friend walked back to them. The two men spoke for a couple of minutes, and then shook hands before departing. Tony got in the car, and his huge friend waved at Judith before heading to his car. “Let’s go to your place.” Tony said and Judith nodded without saying a word. She hadn’t driven for more than two minutes when her hands started shaking. It was like the adrenaline rush she had gotten earlier had faded off. After a few seconds, she parked the car on the side of the highway and jumped out of the car. Tony got out of the car and watched for a few seconds as Judith walked back and forth, shaking all the time, and then he walked over to hold her in an embrace. “Why? Why did you do it?” She said between sobs. “You could have been killed.” “I’m sorry.” He said as he rubbed her back gently. “You have to work on your drinking problem.” She said, looking up at him. He looked into her eyes, and what he saw was genuine love. They searched each others eyes before they finally locked lips and kissed passionately. After a few seconds of kissing, they disentangled, looked around at the busy high way and laughed in unison. Just then, a motorcycle pulled up in front of them. Tony instinctively shielded Judith as one of the men jumped off the bike and approached them, with a menacing look on his face. He reached behind him, as his hand came up, the sun rays bounced off the metal in his hand. A shot rang out, and Tony staggered back with his hand on his stomach. The guy tried to fire another shot, but it appeared the gun had jammed as all he got was a ‘clicking; sound. He tried a few more times with no success before he jumped on the bike and they zoomed off. Judith stood still there in shock as Tony held on to the grill of the SUV and tried to stand up. Blood had stained his grey shirt now and he was gasping for air. After a while, he fell to the floor. There was silence for a few seconds before Judith’s scream pierced the air. End of book 2 Go here for book 3- https://www.nairaland.com/3385929/me-book-3-romance-novelette |
yanabasee:Thanks. |
I want to put this up for record purposes. Someone might learn a thing or two from it, and avoid the place at night. Yesterday, I was going for a function in Ijebu Ode from Ibadan. The plan was to take a bus from Ibadan and drop at Sagamu junction (Sagamu Exchange), and my friend would come pick me up from there to Ijebu Ode. There was traffic all over Ibadan and also on Lagos Ibadan express yesterday, and the 1 hour journey took me about 4 hours. I got to Sagamu Exchange around 7:30, and I turned around to pee as I called my friend. Next thing I know there was a cutlass to my neck, and the guy said If I struggled, he won't hesitate to slice my neck. He stood in that position, while the three others emptied my pockets. They took my phone, wallet, watch...I was lucky my ATM card was in my left breast pocket, which was pinned down, and the guy that tried to open it had shaky hands and gave up after a while. Funny thing is, these guys were teenagers. About 18-19. After the robbery, I climbed the bridge heading to Sagamu, and I was lucky to see someone drive me down to Sagamu. I stopped at the first police station I saw to report the case. They weren't too shocked, as they said someone had come in to report a similar case a few minutes ago and that they had sent a patrol car to the very location. I spoke to some of the top police men in the station, and they were all like, 'why would you go and drop at that junction.' I guess the place is a dangerous stop. But what I didn't like about the whole thing was the fact that they didn't collect any statement from me. I was sticking around, thinking they would record the case, but they didn't. I guess they didn't want to look like they were not doing their job properly. Anyway, I am glad I didn't get injured or anything, and I just want others to learn from my story. Thank you. |
Carlisle:Sorry, I got robbed on Lagos-Ibandan express yesterday. I'll update later in the afternoon. |
Daeveed:Nope. Till tomorrow. |
Chapter 9 He woke up with a bad headache. The unrealistic dream he was having started fading away with every person second as he tried to make sense out of it. Then he heard what had woken him; a knock at his window. He knew the person must be someone that knew his apartment well enough to know where his room window was. He quickly sat up in bed and tried to gather his thoughts before answering whoever it was. He saw a bowl with few strands of noodles left in it on the floor by the bed; next to that was an empty bottle of water. He concluded that he had blanked out yesterday; because he could not even remember buying the noodles, talk less of cooking it. Then his mind went back to the fight. “Bros Tony.” A familiar voice called his name out, distorting his thoughts. Just as he wanted to answer his neighbor, he heard a lot of footsteps outside, and a lot of murmuring getting closer and closer to his window. “Where is he? Let him come out.” He heard someone shout, and then the person banged hard on his window. Tony stayed silent on the bed as he tried to listen to what was being discussed outside, and then many more hands started knocking on all the windows of his house. He heard someone say, “This guy go die today.” He peeped out his window and fear gripped him when he saw about half a dozen heavily built guys in their early twenties, looking like they were ready to give him the beating of his life. He panicked as he wasn’t sure the extent of damage he did to the guys he had fought yesterday night. The murmuring got louder, and people were shouting his name out loud now, asking for him to come out. He ran to the toilet and locked the door. Just as he was thinking about what next to do, his phone rang. It was Ayo. He picked up immediately. “Ayo. Thank God!” Tony shouted into the receiver. “Hey, Bukkie just called me. She said…” “Ayo, I am in deep shit.” Tony said, cutting off his friend. The goons outside had started breaking the windows and trying to break down the door. “What happened? Bukkie said a lot of people were gathered outside your house.” “I went to drink yesterday and got into a fight.” “Oh shit! I thought you had piped down on the drinking.” “Ayo, this is serious. These guys are like cult members or something.” “Shit! I’m far away.” Ayo said and paused before saying, “I’ll make a few calls. Just stay inside.” “Okay.” Tony said and the line went dead. His heart was beating fast as he imagined what the guys would do to him if they gained entrance. He didn’t know if they were any numbers he could reach the police on, and as his shaky hands typed in google.com into his phone browser, a thought came to his mind. He quickly scrolled through his phone number till he got to T, and then he slowly scrolled down, till he got to a number stored as Tunde Otega. He dialed it and the line was picked up almost immediately. The deep masculine voice on the other side said, “Hello! Tony, what’s up?” Tony started rambling on and on about what had happened and the fact that they had almost broken down the door. The guy kept repeating, “Calm down! Calm down!” When Tony finally stopped talking, he asked, “How many are they?” “About 6, or 7, I am not so sure.” “Okay. I’m on my way.” |
Chapter 8 His wet feet made a squish-squash sound as they struggled to gain friction with the sandals he had on. He had his right hand on his crotch as he walked through the wet street. It had started raining shortly after Sade left, and the rain had made his mood worse. After the rain subsided a bit, Tony decided to take a trip to his favorite bar. As he approached the spot, he could see a couple of empty white plastic chairs outside. The people seated there before had probably gone inside the inner bar when the rain started. He rose up his left hand and flattened out his palm to gauge the intensity of the rain. It had come down to a slight drizzle. As he took his seat outside the bar, Lizzy came out and said, “Bros, come inside na!” “No, don’t worry, I don’t mind the rain.” He said and she looked at him for a few seconds confused, before a smile appeared on her face. She nodded and headed back into the main bar. She reappeared a few seconds later with a bottle of Big Stout in her hand. As she opened the bottle, foam oozed out and she quickly lifted it off the table and let the content drip to the floor. “Sorry.” She said to Tony with a smile on her face. Tony smiled back at her as she cleaned the little mess on the table with a napkin she picked from an empty pain bucket next to wall. If it were anyone else but her, he would have reacted differently, but she was the sole reason he usually hung out at this bar. Although considering social status, she wasn’t someone he would ever consider dating, the sight of her alone made him happy. Of course she had some of the physical attributes he liked in a woman like big breasts, brown complexion, and a slim figure, but it was her temperament that caught his fancy. Being someone with constant mood swings, he was always delighted every time he came to the bar and saw her lively and full of spirit without being flirty with the customers. The rain had completely stopped now and people had started coming back out, one by one. Lizzy came out and he signaled to her by raising up his index finger that he needed another bottle. She smiled at him before heading back inside. Just then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He found out it was Ayo calling him when he pulled it out. After staring at the phone for an obsessively long time, he silenced it, and put it back in his jeans pocket. ……………….. Slowly, the outside bar that had been crowded after the rain began to get empty. Before long, it was just Tony and one other customer outside. Then it was just Tony outside with a few people inside. His fourth bottle was almost empty when they started stacking the plastic chairs on top of each other; indirectly telling people they were about to close. Lizzy was picking up a couple of empty bottles from the tables around him as he drank the remaining content of his cup. He pulled her back by the waist as she was rushing off with the bottles. A brief smile appeared on her face which was quickly replaced by a blank look. He brought out a wad of money from his left breast pocket and handed three five hundred Naira notes over to her. She collected it, did a little mental calculation before putting the money in the pouch around her waist and handing Tony his change. As he got up, ready to head home, he felt his phone buzz again. When he checked it out, it was Ayo calling him again. He muted the phone, waved at Lizzy and her colleagues as he walked away from the bar. He passed the long route home as he wanted to get noodles to eat. He was approaching the supermarket when he saw two guys from his street that liked to make fun of his skinny physique. They were college kids that had gotten a flat two houses away from Tony’s on the same side of the street. They started laughing after mumbling some words between each other. He was a few feet from them now, and he went over to the edge of the street and slowly picked up a plank that was put over the gutter to help people cross it. He took a deep breath as he headed towards the guys. From the reflection of the moon, he could see they were scared as he approached them, but their egos didn’t allow them run. He smiled before hitting the chubby one on the face with the plank. The guy shrieked before falling to the floor, and started turning around in pain. The other teen was a little bit built, and had his fists up, ready to fight Tony, but his hands were shaky and he kept looking back at his friend on the floor. With all the anger in him, Tony hit him with a right hand punch that made the guy stagger backwards, but he still had his fists up. And then Tony hit him with another right jab, and then a left, and then another right, and then… |
Chapter 7 “Hey, Judith, what’s up?” Sade said. There was a slight slur in her voice and confusion was written all over her face. It was obvious she was trying to connect the dots, but she was lost. “Sade, how are you doing?” Judith said as she smiled at Sade. Tony stood there confused; his eyes went from sexy looking Sade in a flower patterned navy blue blouse on black skirt, to Judith who seemed like she had everything figured out. “You guys know each other?” Tony managed to say. “Yea.” Sade said as she sat on a couch adjacent to where Judith was. “Yup! We still hung out on Sunday.” Judith said and then shifted her focus from Sade to Tony before saying, “Sade works with 123. I have an endorsement deal with them.” There was an uncomfortable silence in the room for a few seconds before Sade finally laughed, and then Judith joined her in the laughter. “This is really quite awkward, I must say.” Sade said and looked up at Tony, “It was at her aunt’s place in Palm Avenue I parked my car the night I…” She was saying and then stopped to laugh some more. “Okay. I think it’s time for me to leave.” Judith said after another prolonged silence. She got off her seat and smiled at Sade before adding, “Sade, I’ll see you around. Tony, I’ll call you. Bye guys.” She said and cupped Sade’s face in her hand for a quick second before walking to the door. Tony walked behind her and Judith quickly turned around at the door to face him, “No need walking me to the gate.” She said with a smile. “Okay. I’ll call you.” Tony said and Judith chuckled before turning around and walking away. Sade was on her feet when Tony turned around. “For a moment there, I thought I had walked into a movie set or something.” “Funny.” Tony said and scratched his head. He was face to face with her now, and he looked into her eyes, but it was clear her mind had wondered off. He held her face in his hands and then she focused on him, and removed his hands. “Why exactly was Judith here?” She asked as she moved a few feet backward. “Sade, it is very complicated.” “Complicated?” She said, squeezing up her face before sitting back on the couch. The room was quiet for a few seconds and then she said. “Tony, I know I have no rights asking you why she was here.” She was saying then paused to remove her bag from her back on the couch before adding, “Yea, I am just the one night stand experience you had, but…” “Don’t say that.” He said cutting her off. “You seemed like a really nice guy, and I just wanted to be your friend.” She said as she slowly rubbed her neck. “You know, I was thinking maybe I could be a good girl again, and whatever comes out of it comes out of it”.” She continued. She stopped rubbing her neck after a while and looked straight at Tony before saying, “But, you have to tell me what exactly you have with Judith.” Tony sighed before saying, “Sade, it is complicated. I can’t tell you.” Her stern look turned to disappointment, and then she got off the couch. “I think it is best I leave.” Tony wanted to beg her to stay, but he knew she wasn’t the same person that walked through the door a few minutes ago. All the energy in her had been drained, and it would be worthless asking her to stay. They walked silently out the door and as they approached the gate, she stopped for second, shook her head and continued walking. A big rat ran from under the car beside them to the gutter, and Sade squealed and held on to Tony. She let go and laughed after a few seconds before she continued walking. As she got into her Toyota Corolla, Tony had to fight a strong urge to ask her to stay. “So, I’ll see you around?” He said, looking down at her from where he stood. She fired up the car engine and smiled up at him before saying, “Take care Tony.” She honked her horn twice before driving slowly out of the street. |
Glaxx:Team 100 pushups a day. Well, I actually started two weeks ago, and I was amazed when I checked myself in the mirror this morning. Damn! For a skinny dude, the pushups did wonders for me. |
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