News reaching us is that singing duo SKUKI are set to spend "millions" on their anticipated condom brand "Peeshaun Condoms".

entering the final stages of registration, peeshaun condoms seems to have garnered the interests of UNICEF as a partnership between the two brands is in the pipeline.. PEESHAUN!!!
Ladies man and suave artiste Lynxx was last Friday involved in a club scuffle. The shameful event happened at the newly opened upscale night club ‘N-tyce’ in Victoria Island, Lagos.
He was in company of his crew members, Banky W, Uti Nwachukwu, SDC, Timi Dakolo, and Ikechukwu’s younger brother Uzzi.

According to reports making the rounds, Lynxx attacked a certain Richard otherwise known as Pope whom he accused of having slapped his cousin.
It was gathered that the manager of the night club and fellow singer Banky W had pleaded with Lynxxx and his crew to make peace which they refused insisting that Richard must be brought out of the club.

Apparently not satisfied with the manager’s inability to ask Richard to come out of the club, Lynxx and his crew rushed into the club and started fighting. He was reported to have broken a bottle and stabbed Richard and in the process, injuring himself by mistake....


Club goers were said to have scampered to safety as the club was in a chaotic state. Drinks and equipment worth millions were said to have been damaged in the fracas.
The matter has been reported to the police by Richard who has also hired the services of popular Lagos lawyer Festus Keyamo to prosecute the matter.

Never EVER Talk Bad Of Your Husband To Anyone…Learn!!!

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Wow! This is a MUST read story guys! Came across this piece online and not sure who wrote it, but it’s a great story with a solid lesson to teach and a reminder to every woman. Please continue reading and don’t forget to share…..someone out there might need this!
“Biyi hasn’t worked for that long?” Dayo’s voice drips with resentment. “For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say in feeble attempt to defend my husband. “You know how the economy is.”
…My husband and I had vowed never to bring in a third party into our relationship but with a bank account screaming for revival, I need to share my burden with someone else. I grip the phone. Dayo is unusually quiet. “You still there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,” she says. “I just didn’t know things were this bad. And all this while, I thought Biyi was providing for the home.” But he is, I argue silently. Well, maybe not financially for now, but in every way else, Biyi is a rock. “It’s not that bad.” My words sound frail. Dayo clucks her tongue. “You might as well be a widow.”
The words hit me like a fist. “Na you I blame,” she continues, oblivious to the damage her words have caused.
“Me? Why?” She is blaming me for this? Seriously?
“Why do you keep paying the bills?”
“Because there is no one else to do it,” I protest, upset.
“For real? He drives your car too?”
“He needs it,” I mutter. “To attend job interviews and stuff. He gets back late sometimes.”
“How late are you talking?
“Nine, ten…ish.”
Dayo pauses for a second. “I hate to say this gurl, but your husband spending your money on another woman.” Whoa! Hang on. Where did that come from? “Haba, Dayo. Biyi would never—” “Look, I know men,” she slices in. “You are his moneybag and he will take you for a ride as long as it takes. Where is your dignity, gurl?” Ride. Dignity. Moneybag. Ouch. “But he’s a good guy,” I manage. Can my husband be using me? It had never crossed my mind in the past, but I now wonder if Biyi is actually having an affair.
“I trust my wonderful Dennis…,” Dayo is saying. I barely listen. My eyes are on the clock. It’s almost midnight and Biyi isn’t home. I force myself to hear what Dayo is saying about Dennis Ono, her multimillionaire-oil- company-golden-husband. Gosh I envy her life, her perfect marriage. “My marriage is wonderful,” Dayo says, as if in affirmation to my undeclared words. “But only because I show Dennis who the boss is. He cannot try nonsense with me. Abi, you think it’s easy to get ten thousand pounds a month as pocket money?” She really gets ten grand a month? That’s like, my entire annual salary in my crappy job plus bonuses. Life is unfair. Honestly. “I am Biyi’s wife,” I say. “I cannot just desert him.” Or can I? At this rate… “In that case,” there is an edge to her voice now, “give him an ultimatum. He gets a job in two weeks or you are out of that marriage.”
“I—”
“Look, I know his type,” she says with conviction. “He conveniently won’t get a job as long as you keep dishing out your money.”
“But—”
“Starve him,” she adds. “No sex. Make life hell. You are not an ATM machine.”
Keys jangle in the hallway. Biyi is home. “Talk later,” I say to Dayo. “He’s back.” “Stand your ground,” Dayo whispers menacingly. “Ultimatum. Two weeks.” I hang up with a sigh. My husband is leaning against the door frame. For a second my heart falters. He looks tired, drawn. But Dayo’s words punctuate my compassion. “Where have you been?” Biyi gives me a side smile. “No hug?” I jerk my head at the wall clock.” Its midnight.” “I had a job interview in Birmingham,” he says. “I called you tell you I was stuck in traffic but I kept getting your voicemail. What’s wrong?” I cock my head. Is that a whiff of female perfume? It is. Dayo is right. He has been with another woman. With my car. Spending my money. My head spins. “Biyi,” I glare at him, “Where are you coming from?” He steps back, surprised. “I went to Birmingham—”
“Did you get it?” I screech. “The job?”
Biyi shakes his head. “I didn’t—”
This is the last straw. I wrench my hand out. “My car keys.”
He gives me a hard level stare. “What is wrong with you, Toni? Did I offend you?”
“Pass my keys!”
He thrusts the car keys to into my palm. I push past him, grab my duffel bag and stuff my overnight things into it. I know I am acting crazy but I have to show him that I would not be taken for a ride. That I am not a moneybag. That I have dignity. I zip the bag up and spin around. My husband is staring at me. “Is everything all right with you, sweetheart?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Where are you going with that bag?”
“I need to clear my head.” I am still yelling.
“Can we talk first?” Biyi suggests.
“I don’t want to talk. Get out of my way.”
He moves out of my path. I swipe a hand across my face, smearing my cheeks with mascara. “Don’t look for me. I will be back when my head clears.” I rush out of the house, jump into my car. My rage doubles as the feminine scent permeates the car. He has been with a woman in my car. I feel like an idiot.
* * *
I pull up in front of Dayo’s mansion. Her husband’s Porsche is in the driveway, and the porch lights illuminate my dreary form as I reach the door. I ball my fists to knock, but a scream freezes the motion.
“Kill me!” I hear Dayo scream. “Good for nothing idiot. Womaniser of the century!” Whoa. Momentarily, I am unable to move. My hand hovers in the air. Dull thuds, muffled screams. Dennis curses. “I warned you never to serve me stew that is not freshly cooked!” “Am I your slave?” Dayo yells back. “If you want fresh stew, get your PA to cook it for you. Or you think I don’t know about her? You think…”
Dayo’s words are silenced by another thump. My hands fall to my side as a flurry of blows stifle her cries. I want call the police, do something…anything. But I cannot move. And so I shut my eyes tight and listen as my friend is pummelled by her husband. The beating stops. I should dash to my car, but something holds me back. “I am sorry I got you upset darling,” Dayo finally says. Her voice is laced with pain. “It is my fault. I should have cooked for you. I…Toni wouldn't let me get off the phone…its her fault.”
“Next time you talk to me like that, I will tattoo a punch on your forehead,” Dennis growls. “Get into the kitchen and make me fresh stew. And do something about that leech you call a friend.”
That is enough for me. I sprint back to my car and drive home.
* * *
A knock sounds on the window. Biyi. I wind down and he gives me a smile. “Head clear now?” he asks. “Leave me alone,” I mutter. Dayo’s wonderful Denis beats her up? And she never mentioned?
“I will leave you alone in two seconds,” Biyi says. There is a twinkle in his eyes. “But first, get out of the car.” I oblige, grudgingly. “What?” He reaches under the car seat and pulls out a small basket. “I didn't come home straight from the interview. I stopped over at the Perfume shop to get you this.” He hands the basket over. Inside is a range of exotic feminine perfumes and a small card. I pull the card open, read the words: “Thank you for your support during the hardest times of my life! I love you.”
“That’s why I was late,” he explains as he pulls me into a warm embrace. “You have been so good to me, Toni. I couldn't have asked for a better wife.” I can’t reply. My throat is lumpy.
“When you left the house to clear your head, I got a call back from the recruiter,” he says with a beam. “God answers prayers, babe. I got the job. It’s a package you won’t believe. Let’s go in. I’ll tuck you into bed and you can tell me what’s bothering you?”
* * *
I awaken to a text message from Dayo. “Denis is flying me to Seychelles this weekend. This is what you get when you stand your ground. You have to be a no nonsense gurl! Don’t you just love my life? Ciao sweetheart xxx.”
I type a quick response back: “Ciao! and i deleted her number right away.
Now, this is one story every woman should read. The grass is never greener on the other side, best believe that. No matter how good a friend’s marriage it, NEVER EVER compare with yours. It’s DEADLY and could cost you so much!
by Abimbola Dare
First Lady Dame Jonathan’s Naira spraying story sticks in my throat from trying to swallow the news of her money laundering at the Nigerian Law School, Bwari Campus, Abuja.
According to Soni Akoji’s story in Saharareporters March 6, Mrs. Jonathan had made unscheduled visit to the Nigerian Law School, Bwari to see two adopted daughters.
Mrs. Jonathan officially had gone to attend the convocation of graduates of her NGO, A. Arueba Foundation for the less privileged at Bwari.
First Lady’s family visit soon turned to ATM affair. She reached to her mobile ATM vault and began dispensing cash in different amounts.
She gave N300, 000 to her daughters’ room-mate and N250, 000 each to two flat mates, and N100, 000 to the chief porter.
patienceMrs. Jonathan reached deeper. This time, she called out: “Who wants to be a millionaire?” The jackpot fell on the student body via Franc Utoo.
Franc Utoo, President Student Representative Council received N1 million on behalf of his colleagues. The students went bananas!
Utoo, taking his cue from the corruption script written by Aso Rock, the money was halved. He told the students that Mrs. Jonathan gave them N500, 000.
The students refused to accept his voodoo mathematics.  A recount was called – by hand. Naira by Naira the money was counted. They came up with N1 million.
Meanwhile, Utoo’s impeachment for fraud is underway. However, Ope Owotumi PRO for the Students Representative Council denied that the free money from Mrs. Jonathan ATM didn’t cause any fracas.
Owotumi’s counter attack to Akoji’s claims appeared in Saharareporters, March 9.
“Before the First lady doled out the said sum, Mr. Franc had already approached her and intimated her of plans to celebrate Law School’s Golden Jubilee Anniversary in grand style to which the First lady graciously pledged to support,” said Owotumi.
“When she eventually gave out the money,” continued Owotumi, “she delivered it with two intents – to fulfil her pledge and to generously gift the cheering students at the hostel,” said Owotumi.
“As President with the discretion to allot and appropriate, Mr. Franc Utoo separated N500, 000 for the Golden Jubilee and the balance for sharing to the students, said Owotumi.
“Students in the heat of passion demanded the impeachment of Chairman and threatened their representatives with recall if such a resolution wasn’t met.”
The question of fraud on the part of Utoo was not adequately addressed in Owotumi’s rejoinder. What caused “the heat of the passion?” Can Owotumi explain what he meant by the “heat of the passion” as it relates to the money and the students’ reaction?
Owotumi further said that “In a bid to satisfy the demands of said students while committed to fairness, the Students’ Representative Council passed a vote of no confidence on the Chairman that night and asked the Chairman to step aside …”
What were the demands of the students? Why was vote of no confidence passed on the chairman? By the way, why was the money counted by the students? .
Owotumi’s version of the story is an argument based on persecution of Akoji rather than reason. His response is full of stunting and distorting the kernel of Akoji’s story – the unbecoming spending recklessness of a First Lady.
As future lawyers charged with interpreting and defending the constitution, Owotumi and his colleagues should be troubled by the unrestrained squandering of tax payers’ money by Mrs. Jonathan.
Thinking along this line, the cheering of Mrs. Jonathan by the students should have been replaced with deafening jeering with placard messages of reprimand on how the country is being run by Mr. Jonathan.
What part of the corruption equation do the law students not understand? The crumbs the students fought over were part of the money that would have gone into job creation and other essential services of lasting value.
The students should be worried of gainful employment after graduation instead of being foolishly hypnotized by the temporary sharing of state looted funds from First Lady Jonathan.
The education of a deaf colleague subsidized by the students should have been paid for by a responsible government under the special education for mentally challenged and physically handicapped students. But then, the students display no flashes of wit.    
All future stake holders of Nigeria should agonize on the type of education being served to the law students: a sterile education devoid of logic and wisdom.
There is need for more desirable values of education in our law school. The developing of scientific attitudes and forming of mental habits will lead to sound judgments.
The students’ open embrace of laundered money is a proof that stereotyped mind and unenlightened education are culturally alive at the law school.
What moral and leadership example can the students learn from Mrs. Jonathan? None.
Mrs. Jonathan’s spending spree is dangerously alarming. It’s a frightening reality that the Jonathans publicly advertised corruption, greed, and fraud among students who are deemed the “future leaders” of Nigeria.
History has shown that human beings continuously evolved from self respecting into debasing individuals fueled by ethical leprosy.
The First Lady’s ethical delinquency shaved the nonsense from varieties of myths and propaganda that describe her husband as a corruption fighter.
The latest moral lapse displayed by Dame Jonathan left naked the defenders of her husband claiming that he’s really fighting corruption.
I have always argued in my writings that President Jonathan is the wrong man to fight corruption.  I believe the problems we have will not be solved by the minds that created them.
As governor of Bayelsa, he was one of the governors on the wanted list of the moribund EFCC. Like all other EFCC publicized suspects, GEJ’s citation went the way of the wind.
His wife’s unrestrained auction of Naira in Bwari flea market as it were, convinced me that President Jonathan is the biggest obstacle to fighting corruption.
The latest naked display of Naira give away by Dame Jonathan reminds Nigerians of the first couples’ follies much as a mirror reminds people of the way they really look. Indeed, the Jonathan s are enemies of reason and morality.
Her visit to the law school under the pretence of seeing her adopted daughters is ostentatious boredom and a poison of pleasure. Hers is an act of barbarity a cosmic enlargement of Jonathan’s administration morbid moral turpitude.
If there was any doubt before that the First Couple is an undesirable hybrid blocking the way to a corrupt free Nigeria, the Bwari event finally put it to rest.
This is peculiarly dastardly because the action of the Jonathan s takes advantage of the defencelessness of morbidly coerced Nigerians to confront their oppressors.
I'm perplexed by the morality of the Jonathan administration that finds little difficulty in spending money on frivolities but find it impossible to appropriate pinhead sums for solving Nigeria’s open sore needs.
What’s the source of Mrs. Jonathan’s money? What’s the budget of the office of the First Lady? How much money does she carry aboard her jet each time she goes on a trip?
In a civilized democracy, Mrs. Jonathan’s action would have attracted the attention of the criminal enforcement agents and possible prosecution.  But who cares? After all, this is Nigeria where anything goes!
We wish Mrs. Jonathan who came back to life few weeks ago having been sent back to complete “her assignment” happy spraying as she continues her “resurrection” thank you visit nationwide.  
*** We cannot drive a car forward by looking at the rear view mirror. We cannot use shoes for hammers, newspapers for umbrellas, and finger nail to tight screw!

A YOUNG woman badly scarred in an acid attack may have inflicted the injuries on herself, police believe.
Naomi Oni, 20, claims a person dressed in a Muslim veil threw acid over her as she returned to her Dagenham home in East London on December 30 last year.
Ms Oni received severe burns to her face, head, leg and arm in the incident and was left partially blind. The Victoria's Secret shop assistant also lost her hair and eyelashes and has undergone several operations since.
But police have discovered Ms Oni searched the internet for websites about acid attacks before she was hurt, the Sunday Times reveals. The searches included material on Katie Piper, the former model who had sulphuric acid thrown in her facein an attack arranged by her former boyfriend.
Police tried to retrieve Ms Oni's laptop from her home in January,but were unable to find it. It was later given to police by Ms Oni's mother. She is believed to have admitted that she had searched websites but has dismissed that she injured herself.
Police have reportedly asked herrelatives if they think she could have harmed herself. Oni's boyfriend, Ato Owede, has dismissed the suspicions as ''crazy''.
(source; nigerian entertainment today)
The death of upcoming artiste, Damino Damoche who was gunned down by unknown assailants on Thursday, February 28, 2013 in front of the gate of the Lagos State University, Ojo, Lagos, has caused a new wave of tension and fear in the university.
The singer, whose real names are Olaniyan Damilola was attacked by suspected cultists at around 4:30pm who shot him several times to the head and hand before speeding off on a motorbike leaving him to bleed to death.
A source at the campus told NET that the musician was a victim of a budding war between the ‘Black Axe Confraternity’ and the ‘Buccaneer Confraternity’ of which the musician allegedly belonged to. ‘The Black Axe and Buccaneer have been having some problems in recent times and Damoche was not the only victim in this war. Prior to Damoche’s demise, there was an Axe man that was killed days before, so it’s possible things are just escalating’ the source told us.
Contrary to reports that the musician had just finished writing a test before the attack, NET gathered that the musician was leaving the University’s Sport Centre where he had gone to support his department, Banking & Finance who were in the final of a football competition with the Department of Insurance.
Eyewitnesses say Damoche’s assailants apparently trailed him on a motorbike while he was on his way to his hotel located at Akesan, Iba area. ‘I was just leaving the gate when I noticed the altercation. Damoche had already boarded a bus when the cult guys accosted him and asked him to get down from the bus. Before you know it, they shot him in the head at close range’ one witness told NET.
The President of the Faculty of Management Science, Ilesanmi Bolanle Solomon told NET that the rising hiphop act was a popular student of the University and was not the kind to make trouble. He said, ‘I have known him for years. He is an easy going person. He’s not one of those people that put that celebrity (status) on their head, he goes on his own.’
Titilayo Akinsanmi, a Business Administration student who claimed to know the singer told NET, ‘It is very sad what has become of Olaniyan. He was such a gentle guy, who would have thought that he was a part of a cult’.
Another student who refused to give a name said the murders have become synonymous with the school. ‘It (murders) has become very rampant in this school especially when it is close to exam periods or during exams because that’s the time they can actually track their victims’, the source said.
Another student told our reporter, ‘But people get killed around the campus a lot of times, is it because he is a celebrity that you people are here asking questions like you care?’
Damoche’s involvement with the Buccaneer Confraternity at this time may not be fully ascertained, but there is a strong indication that he may have been killed for his association, perceived or real, with the confraternity by the rival.
NET also gathered that there was a reprisal attack by the Buccaneers on the same Thursday after Damoche was murdered.
Although the SUG claims not to be aware of the reprisal attack, multiple sources tell us two other suspected cultists were murdered in retaliation. ‘I have not gotten a valid information to that effect that anyone was gunned down. It is still a rumour, and a rumour would have to be proven beyond reasonable doubt before you can say it is valid’ the Public Relations Officer (PRO) of the Students Union Government (SUG) of the University,  Adeleke Stephen told NET in a chat.
The case is already being investigated by the Ojo Police Division according the General Secretary of the SUG, Tijani Mohammed. ‘Yesterday, the DPO actually said that there has been no gathered information as to the cause of his murder, but the police are actually working on it’ the comrade also added.
The University seems to have returned to its normal ambience with students getting back to their normal routine in preparation for exams which start in a week. But there is the fear that the last of the murders have not been heard as those familiar with cult clashes say there may be series of reprisals in the coming weeks.

Until his sudden death, Damoche, a 400 level student of Banking and Finance of the Lagos State University, Ojo and an indigene of Ogun State was a budding artiste who had started to gain popularity in Lagos for his infectious singles ‘Dadabuke’ and the lewd ‘Obotoshe’.


Ayo Balogun a.k.a Wizkid is set to g to work on his new record label; 'starboy'...

So thats the story, Wizkid parted ways with Mr Wellington and the rest of the Empire Mates crew and is set to fly solo and show what he is made off. Those of us who know a bit about management will testify that what he is about to do is no easy task. Management, people think is so easy, it really isnt...

Anyways here is wishing this young man Success and we would be looking out for your first singing, bros! make it a good one.






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