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Joy was unlimited as friends,family and well wishers gathered on 12th June 2021 to celebrate with Grace Oluwaseyi Ajakaiye as she added a year to her lengthy years on Earth.                    CELEBRANT AND HUBBY It was a frenzy and cozy atmosphere as all were kitted up in an all white atire  Opening the gate of excitement was the one and only all time stage mystro SUNNY BRIGHT (who doubles as the celebrant's HUBBY ) and The Sunny Bright Band                  SUNNY BRIGHT ON STAGE The day kick-started with prayer session by Elder Adeogun while the welcome speech was delivered by KEHINDE AJAKAIYE                       KEHINDE AJAKAIYE Events later went further with lots of side attractions ranging from comedy,dance and interesting games  In attendance were members of Arise and Shine Group duely represented by the CEO all the way from Ibadan Oyo State Nigeria             AUNTY AMOKE A.K.A APPLE                  

Kunle loves Amaka but Amaka love Taiwo  Taiwo , instead of loving Amaka back was fantasizing about Hassana the daughter of our Imam   Hassana vowed that her type of man is not that of Taiwo so she went for Ken   Ken , a Yahoo Boy said he can't be with a daughter of a cleric because of his ways hence he settled for Cynthia   Cynthia who has been on a trip to Dubai twice said she can't date a Yahoo Boy since her " sugar zaddy " was ready to sponsor her next trip to Maldives. Cynthia only love his money not him so she "kukuma" settled for Ben her kinsman hoping that Ben will one day propose to her after she might have left " zaddy "  Ben , smart boy, said he will never marry an "achawo geh" so he was just taking Cynthia's money and spending on Amaka who is in love with Taiwo that is in love with Hassana who is in love Ken who is in love with Cynthia that is in love with Zaddy's money and Ben who spends for Am

SILENCE OF THE STREETS  The streets no longer cry!  It has become lonely and tranquil as a graveyard I miss the gathering of men round the table shouting, 'bring more bottles '. The ladies in their cliques telling the tales of Dennis  The streets no longer cry!  It is now like the tales of the moonlight  like the tick tock the traffic light blinks  Yet, motorist to horn at passersby who walk majestically on the high way  We have become the shadow of ourselves  The rich in their tents, having no location for their vacation and the masses hoping for a drop of water to quench their thirst  Oh! how could I forget?  The days we wished schools were over just to go home and eat well prepared dishes but now, we have eaten more than enough  The streets no longer cry!  Where all our market women who joyously awaits the 'morrow for a fresh sale?  The streets no longer cry! At the sight of a child crossing the road with a handy lollipop  The streets no longer cry!  Has this

To my cheating Huband - Melissa, your once upon a time wife.  My soul cries, My heart bleeds, I can't speak, I resort to words.  You broke my heart, How wicked thou art, I took you away from the mat, Now how tragic is the aftermath. You cheat! A cheapskate with no shit, I gave you all despite your stink, Yet I'm repayed with my soul caused to sink. I remembered your vow on the holy altar, Without mercy you made my heart flutter, My smiles that day, now I start to wonder, Alas! The vows you made thrown into deep waters. I'd cry till my lacrimal glands stop working, Till there are no more tears but regrets, Till there are no more words but action,  Then will I leave you to your bad deeds  Misery shall befall you when you find this, And with bent knees I say this, For you took pleasure in my breast,  You shall run and find no rest, May your bad deeds bring you distress, And no other bosom shall give you rest   In one quick swoop, Melissa glances through at the apar

BREATHE "I can't breathe". Those were the words he uttered Before his life was snuffed out. "I can't breathe". Those were the words that he uttered Before his life was ended, under the knee of a police officer. He groaned in pain, Pinned to the ground, Unable to move, Unable to breathe, Losing the power, The will to live. And as he gave up, As his life ebbed into nothingness, He sparked a change, a movement. He sparked the cry of a people, Stifled by years, decades of  oppression and racisim By years, decades of unfiltered bigotry and prejudice. "We can't breathe!", they chant. "We can't breathe!". And I wonder, If the knee will still be on the neck, Restricting the freedom of a people. And I wonder, If the knee will still be on the neck, Pressing the life out of a people. I wonder, If the knee will ever be removed, If an entire race will be able to live, to breathe. Ayomikun Mishael Afolayan

Well, even in foreign countries, fingers are easily pointed at Nigerians because the outside world believe we are "419ers" Did you know that the first exponent of 419 in Nigeria was not a Nigerian? "On 18 December 1920, a certain Mr. Crentsil, a former employee of the Marine Department of the colonial government in Lagos, wrote an extraordinary letter to a contact in the British colony of the Gold Coast, today's Ghana.... It is ironic that the first known Four One Nine fraudster known to history was not a Nigerian at all, but rather a Ghanaian.  Crentsil seems to have written a number of similar letters, each time offering to provide magical services on payment of a fee.  In December 1921, he was charged by the police with three counts under various sections of the criminal code including section 419... But Crentsil was in luck; the magistrate presiding over his case discharged him with caution on the first count and acquitted him on the two others for la

As usual, straight out of Twitter, woman tells how she was raped....  21 Years Ago, a 15 year old seeking to find her path was brutally raped by her employer, all she had to show was a twin birthed 9 months after.  Hid behind the childhood abuse, layers and layers of Rejection, often criticized, broken, bruised, she refused to be a statistic and.. ...became the standard to many more young men and women who would be battered, abused.... TODAY.... the evening and the morning and it’s the 21st Birthday of my sons. Everything has changed since the blood.  Happy Birthday KanKan and Dada. To every single teenage mom, to every young person who has been themed a mistake and misfit... here I stand your validation that “No one and nothing has the power to define who you become but you!”  Choose what you will and desire to be.. well. .....to thousands of young men and women around Africa and the world who would be raped, battered, abused and denied a fair heari