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Ex-Banker/MBA/B.Sc., Dip. Social Work/FX/Music Business Analyst/Connoisseur

Joined June 2009
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Wait Let me check: Take Care ~ 10x Views ~ 10x Scorpion ~ 9x NWTS ~ 7x More Life ~ 6x CLB ~ 5x IYRTITL ~ 5x Thank Me Later ~ 4x FATD ~ 3x SFG ~ 3x WATTBA ~ 2x Her Loss ~ 2x HNM - 1x $$$4U~ 1x Iceman ~ 1x CP ~ 1x 70 Million US Certified Album Units @TheePopCore @chartdata
Drake (67M) becomes the highest-certified hip-hop artist in album units, surpassing Eminem (61.5M).
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For peace to reign, there has to be a law by the National Assembly, that mandates Landlords not live within any property or properties they are renting out.
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If there’s no plan to secure your votes, voting might be waste on the D-day.
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Busta Rhymes performing “Break Ya Neck” live in 2002! No playback, no shortcuts — just insane breath control, speed, and raw hip-hop energy. 🔥🎤 That’s REAL rap performance!
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2 years ago today, Drake released the “No Face” music video, filmed at a Toronto mall to promote OVO’s clothing collection.
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All these stunting in a very poor state.
Oba Tajudeen Babatunde Abioye, popularly known as TJ of Holland, who was recently installed as the Onijabe of Ijabe in Osun State, has acquired a Hummer limousine for his royal engagements That background voice dey muse me 😂😂😂😂 Yoruba too sweet
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Thats the song that put me on to Drake by the way. April 2010.
Timbaland says working with Drake on “Say Something.” that’s when he knew Drake would be a superstar, mentions Jay-Z seeing it early, and talks about sending him the beat and Drake explaining how it needed to sound.
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everything changed. The transport kingpin stopped taking his calls and gave his collection territory to a nineteen-year-old boy named Small Jango. The bar owners who used to give him free fish and beer suddenly demanded upfront cash before opening a bottle. The same young boys who used to chant his name on the street corner began to mock his limp behind his back, whispering: "See person wey think say him be god yesterday." Reality hit him like ice water: Street loyalty only lasts as long as your physical utility. Two months ago, I was walking through the market near Alayabiagba in Ajegunle. I saw Scorpion. He was sitting behind a small wooden table under a tattered yellow umbrella, selling roasted groundnuts and peeled oranges in transparent nylon bags. He had a small knife in his left hand, peeling oranges with quiet, painstaking focus. A group of local area boys walked past his stall, laughing loudly, reeking of cheap weed and dry gin, on their way to go enforce collection at the bus stop. One of them saw Scorpion, stopped, and laughed mockingly: "Ah! Baba Scorpion! So the great killer don turn mallam selling groundnut for market? What happened to the war?" Scorpion didn't raise his voice. He didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't even look angry. He carefully finished peeling the orange, placed it neatly on the wooden table, looked the boy straight in the eyes, and said with terrifying calm: "My brother, I used to ride the tiger because I liked hearing the crowd cheer. But when I fell off and the tiger bit my leg, the crowd didn't stop the tiger, they just started cheering for the next rider. I sell ₦200 groundnut today, and my money is small. But tonight, I will sleep in my room with my two eyes closed, and when I hear police sirens on the road, my heart will not skip a beat. Enjoy your ride today. Just pray your leg doesn't slip like mine did." The young boy stopped laughing. He adjusted his trousers awkwardly, looked away, and walked off into the smoke. The street will applaud you while you destroy your future for their entertainment, and replace you five minutes after you fall. Build a quiet life on honest ground. A peaceful piece of bread eaten in safety is worth more than a poisoned banquet inside a warzone.
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If you grew up around Boundary in Ajegunle, you know that the quickest way to end your life is not a bullet—it is getting addicted to the applause of boys who have nothing to lose. There was a boy named Tunde, but everyone on the street called him "Scorpion." Scorpion was built like a heavyweight boxer, fearless, and possessed the kind of street presence that made commercial bus drivers quickly pay their extortion dues the moment he stepped onto the road. He was the head enforcer for a political transport kingpin in the area. Whenever there was a turf war over collection points between Oregie and Wilmer, Scorpion was the first man to arrive and the last to leave. If he walked into a local bar, the boys would stand up, raise their bottles, and shout: "Baba! King of the boys! Untouchable!" He lived for that noise. He thought that validation meant he was a king. Then, in 2022, during a violent clash near the canal, a broken bottle slashed the tendon in Scorpion’s right leg. He survived, but the nerve was permanently severed. His days of chasing buses, jumping fences, and fighting on the frontline were over. He walked with a heavy, awkward limp. Within three months.....,
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Phyno and Wande Coal recreate the iconic photograph of former US President Jimmy Carter and former Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo in the music video for “Ndewo” directed by TG Omori. 🔥🔥
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Listening to the new BigXThaPlug.
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A lot of you have started importing all these poorly researched long-form stories about celebrities from Facebook, and passing them off as original content. No wonder this platform is starting to feel like FB by the day. Generic stuff everywhere.
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Nestoil has now paid $100 million back to its lenders, after the EFCC stepped in. The lenders say it owes about $1.08 billion and ₦469 billion. It was blacklisted by the CBN back in 2012 over a ₦13.5 billion loan for Nestoil Towers. Borrowing takes one signature. Paying back can take 14 years.
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Drake is the BEST-SELLING rapper in the United States in 2026 so far‼️💿 He has sold 11.7 MILLION album-equivalent units this year.
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I told anyone who cared to listen that it was practically impossible for an artist of Drake’s stature to leave UMG. Also, UMG is very good at monetizing all potential revenue sources, digitally and otherwise. They have built a structure which does that better than anyone else.
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The volume of records that Drake sells makes it practically impossible to sign with Gamma. I particularly don’t see him leaving, because he needs to use his back catalogue as leverage to negotiate his new deal, especially one that releases all the projects that UMG owns..,
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Fastest 2026 songs to surpass 100 MILLION streams on Spotify (in days): #1 SWIM 8  #2 hate that i made you love me 14 #3 Housewife 15 (NEW) #4 drop dead 16 #5 Body to Body 18 #5 Risk It All 18 #5 Stupid Song 18 #5 Janice STFU 20  #9 Patient Zero 20  #10 The Cure 22 #10 I Just Might 22
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In 1987, Patrick Stewart refused to unpack his suitcase for six straight weeks. My throat still tightens every time I read why. Every Hollywood insider told the 47-year-old British stage actor that Star Trek: The Next Generation would be a disaster. Even his closest friend, Ian McKellen, begged him not to throw away his Shakespearean career on a television gamble. Stewart kept his bags packed by the door, waiting to be fired and sent home to London. That "six-week failure" lasted 36 years. Watching him late at night here in Japan, we saw something Hollywood never expected. In Japan, we call this quiet, unbreakable spirit "Fudoshin," an immovable heart under fire. Most action heroes scream and fire weapons to look strong. Captain Picard never needed to raise his voice. Born into deep poverty in Yorkshire, terrified of a violent home, he left school at age 15 and lost all his hair by 19, convinced his life as an actor was over before it began. Yet one English teacher, Cecil Dormand, handed that frightened 12-year-old boy a copy of Shakespeare, said "Read it out loud," and secretly paid for his first drama course. Never forget what happened decades later. On the morning Queen Elizabeth II knighted him as Sir Patrick Stewart, he invited that same retired schoolteacher to sit beside him at his knighthood luncheon. No suitcase left unpacked. No rage on the bridge. Just a cup of Earl Grey tea, a tug of his uniform, and three quiet words that commanded the galaxy: "Make it so." He passed away at 86 surrounded by live music, prayer, tears, and laughter. And this December, in Avengers: Doomsday, Professor X will grace the screen one final time. A boy who thought he wouldn't last six weeks in Hollywood gave the world an eternity of nobility. From Japan, with tears and our deepest salute: Thank you, Captain. Engage. ✨🖖🇯🇵
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When Samuel Abdulraheem disappeared at seven years old, his family searched for him until they began to fear they would never see him again. For six years, they had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. His sister, Firdausi Okezie, refused to give up hope, even when the family began to accept that he might be dead. Then, in December 2000, she travelled to a church gathering in Ogun State to sell fabrics made by her mother. While waiting for a carpenter to help her set up her stall, she noticed a boy standing beside a blind beggar. She looked at the boy again. He was her missing brother. Samuel was seven years old when he disappeared from his family home in Kano, northern Nigeria. His father had 17 children with four wives, and Samuel was the youngest child in the family. On the day he went missing, he was reportedly at home with a nanny. The family was told that he had gone outside to ride his bicycle, but he never returned. At first, his disappearance was difficult for the family to understand. They searched for him and contacted the police. His nanny was initially arrested but was later released after investigations. His older sister, Firdausi, was away at university when Samuel disappeared. She was not immediately told what had happened to him. She began to suspect something was wrong when she repeatedly called home and noticed that things were different. After returning home unexpectedly, she learned that her younger brother had been missing for more than a month. The news devastated her. The family searched for Samuel, placed advertisements in newspapers and sent people to look for him. They checked places where they feared he might have been abandoned and pursued different leads, but none brought him home. As the months passed without any information, hope began to fade. His mother, who was living elsewhere after separating from his father, was not told about his disappearance immediately. The family delayed breaking the news to her because they feared how she would react. Eventually, she learned that her son was missing. Years passed, and there was still no sign of Samuel. What his family did not know was that he was alive, hundreds of kilometres away from Kano, being forced to guide blind beggars around the streets. Samuel had very little memory of how he was taken from home. When he later spoke about his experience, he remembered being approached by people who were not his parents and being persuaded to follow them. His clearest memory of the journey was travelling by train. He was taken to Lagos, where he was handed over to a woman who lived in an area where many disabled beggars stayed. According to Samuel's account, the woman sent children out with beggars and collected money from them in return. Samuel was hired out to blind beggars for about ₦500 a day. His job was to guide them through the streets as they begged for money. He could not simply decide to leave. The beggars depended on him to move around, and he was expected to remain with them throughout the day. Different beggars hired him for periods ranging from a week to a month. He moved around Lagos and neighbouring areas, sometimes travelling to other states and even across the border into Benin. He was rarely able to settle anywhere for long. Samuel later described his life during those years as a form of slavery. He had little control over where he went or what he did. Hunger was a constant problem. Sometimes people gave them food while they were begging. At other times, they searched for leftovers around restaurants or scavenged for food. The money collected from begging did not belong to Samuel. The woman who controlled the arrangement received payment for his labour. He spent six years living this way, separated from his family and without knowing when he would see them again. Meanwhile, Firdausi had refused to completely abandon the search for her brother.
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After graduating from university, she moved to Lagos in search of employment. She continued to think about Samuel and hope that she would somehow find him. In December 2000, she attended Shiloh, an annual gathering organised by Winners' Chapel in Ota, Ogun State. She had secured a stall to sell tie-dye fabrics made by her mother. While waiting for a carpenter to help her prepare the display, she sat down to rest. Then a blind beggar approached, guided by a boy. Firdausi looked up and recognised the boy. It was Samuel. Six years had passed since she last saw him. He had disappeared as a seven-year-old child, but he was now 13. She screamed when she realised who he was. People gathered around her, trying to understand what had happened. Firdausi explained that the boy was her younger brother, whom her family had been searching for over the years. The beggar who was with Samuel reportedly pleaded with her, but she reassured him that she wanted her brother back. Samuel, however, did not immediately recognise Firdausi. He later recalled that although her face was unfamiliar to him, he felt a connection with her and believed her when she told him they were siblings. After six years apart, the two were finally reunited. Firdausi contacted their father, who travelled from Kano to Lagos to see his son. Their mother was also reunited with Samuel, but the years apart had changed him so much that she did not immediately recognise him. She eventually checked for a birthmark beneath his arm, which helped confirm his identity. The reunion brought Samuel home, but rebuilding his life was not going to be easy. He had spent six years without formal education. At 13, he struggled to find a school willing to admit him because of his age and the years he had missed. Firdausi continued searching until she found a school proprietor willing to give him a chance. She also arranged extra lessons to help him catch up. Samuel made remarkable academic progress. He advanced through primary school quickly, passed his secondary school entrance examinations and eventually gained admission to Ahmadu Bello University in Zaria at 17 to study chemical engineering. However, his university education did not go as planned. He was expelled during his fourth year after being caught writing answers for another student during an examination. He later worked as a supervisor on construction sites and expressed hope that he might return to school when his finances allowed. Despite the years he lost and the experiences he endured as a child, Samuel said he held no grudges against the people who had treated him that way. His experience also changed how he viewed children who guided beggars. He explained that when people saw a child accompanying a beggar, they should consider whether the child might be in trouble rather than simply handing over money and walking away. For six years, Samuel's family had searched for a missing child while he was being moved from place to place and forced to work on the streets. His sister finally found him by chance, not through a breakthrough in the investigation or information from someone searching for him, but because she happened to look up at the right moment. The boy who disappeared at seven returned to his family at 13. And his sister's chance encounter with him revealed something troubling: a child standing beside a beggar might not be there because he wants to be. The attached image is of Samuel about 2 years later after he was rescued. He was standing beside his sister, Firdausi at her wedding. © Sallywrite
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In 1914, he founded the Ogboni society: Reverend T. A. J. Ogunbiyi, O.B.E I’ve postponed this post too many a times cos I didn’t have some details I needed. I now have those details. I decided to find out more and what I found is one of the most interesting stories in Lagos history. His name is Reverend and Honourable T. A. J. Ogunbiyi, O.B.E. The photo you are seeing was taken when he was already over 80 years old. The caption says he still took a very active part in the religious and political life of Lagos. He was born in Lagos in 1866, Thomas Adesina Jacobson Ogunbiyi. He became a teacher and a priest in the Anglican Church. In 1890 he was posted to Ondo as the first official teacher there, and he single handedly revived formal education at St. Stephen's Anglican Primary School. By 1921 he had risen to become Archdeacon of Lagos. That alone made him one of the most powerful church men in Nigeria at the time. 3. In 18th December 1914, he did something that shocked both the British and the church. He founded the Reformed Ogboni Fraternity. He originally called it Ogboni Onigbagbo, which means The Ogboni Fraternity of the Christians. Think about that. A top Anglican Archdeacon, founding an Ogboni society. For him, it was not about returning to idol worship. It was about saying, a Christian Yoruba man does not have to abandon his culture to be a good Christian. Educated Lagos men were caught between a colonial church that rejected their blackness and a traditional society they were drifting away from. He wanted to bridge that gap. That decision still causes debate till today. Because of his influence, the British made him a member of the Legislative Council of Nigeria in 1936. He was among that small group of African elites who sat at the table with the colonial government and spoke for Lagos. He travelled wide. He visited Jerusalem. And in 1947 he served as a Nigerian member of the Colonial Conference in London. During that trip he visited Buckingham Palace and was received by His Majesty The King. The British gave him the OBE, the Order of the British Empire, for his service. And in Lagos he was known for one thing above all: kindness and generosity. So this is not just an old man in traditional cloth. This is a priest, a teacher, a politician, a cultural reformer, and a philanthropist. All in one life. A man who tried to prove that you can be a devout Christian, a proud Yoruba man, and a Nigerian leader at the same time. That is why they still call him the Reverend and Honourable, even in old age. Now You Know
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A Lagos lawyer, Moronfolu Abayomi, was shot dead in a Lagos courthouse at Tinubu Square on August 25, 1923, three months and 15 days after his wedding day. Abayomi's killer was a popular Lagos entrepreneur and "big boy”, Duro Delphonso, from the renowned Delphonso family. Delphonso was in a legal battle with his insurance company, and the case went to court. The insurance company then hired a young and vibrant lawyer, Barrister Moronfolu Abayomi. As the case proceeded, the young barrister was able to prove clearly that Delphonso committed arson on his home and business in order to defraud the insurance company. On August 25, 1923, when Delphonso was being led out of the court to begin his prison sentence, the convict shot Abayomi with a revolver and turned the same gun and shot himself. Barrister Moronfolu Abayomi died from excessive blood loss while he was in transit to the hospital. The bullet had penetrated his lungs. Delphonso himself was hospitalised, but the Lagos “big boy” refused to be treated and died six days later on August 31, 1923. The Barrister’s young widow, Oyinkansola, was devastated and refused to love any man again until six years later, in 1929, when a young doctor, Kofoworola John Abayomi (who incidentally bore the same surname as her late husband), asked for her hand in marriage. She agreed, and they got married the next year in 1930. They remained married for the next 48 years, until Sir Kofoworola Abayomi’s death on January 1, 1979. He was 82. Lady Oyinkansola Abayomi would live to the ripe old age of 93. The Kofo Abayomi Street in Victoria Island, Lagos, is named in his honour. #HistoryVille #CrimeStories
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