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Opinion : Tiwa savage and her husband deserve each other


Whatever was going on in their marriage is between both husband and wife, I honestly hope they find happiness in their own way. However, based on their social media rants, where none of them refused to take the high road, I have come to the conclusion that both husband and wife are tell tales and deserve each other.
First let’s discuss Teebillz attempt to commit suicide. It was so dramatic it came out as attention seeking rather than a cry for help. If truly he’s a drug addict then his behaviour is even more acceptable than attaching it to depression. Other celebrities have quietly committed suicide without fuss. And to make things worse, he decided to end his wife’s career to make himself feel better.
To me, Teebillz came across as a man who would take everyone with him on his way down. If he had a huge effect on Tiwa’s rise to stardom, he did not single handedly keep her there. She is talented and hard working, writes her own songs and squeezed her way through even after he stopped being her manager
No matter what anyone says about Toke Makinwa, let’s give it to her, she is a very wise young woman. While we heard rumors flying around about her marriage, she refused to bash the man who obviously did her wrong. Her career is soaring , her life is better and people have moved on!
Let’s compare it to Tiwa Savage’s interview: She tied a scarf, wore a rumpled tshirt in a blatant attempt to evoke sympathy, but in all these, she remembered to use a mild foundation and drew her eye brow in a perfect arch. Manipulation of the highest form, DISGUSTING!
To those who are thinkers, watch the interview again, she answered more questions than she was asked. And revealed way too much than was needed. She should have sent out a press release, addressed what’s necessary and stayed as classy as most of us thought she was
I feel terrible for anyone who is or was in a bad marriage but I respect those who fight and win in silence. There’s so much wisdom in mystery, obviously the BALOGUNS know nothing about this .
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Tiwa Savage’s PR machine failed woefully – Charles Novia

Nollywood film maker and actor, Charles Novia has joined the growing list of celebrities who are offering their two cents on Tiwa Savage’s interview with Pulse Nigeria. The film critic thinks having the embattled singer dress casually, with a scarf tied round her head just to elicit sympathy watered down her brand. Read his opinion below
“I watched the video interview of Tiwa Savage. And I have a few thoughts on it. Seems to me that the basic idea, coming from a PR perspective, was to pull a fast Olivia Pope ish on the scandal which broke a few hours ago. And understandably so. Tiwa Savage is a Brand Ambassador for a few top brands such as MTN, Pepsi and Pampers.
“Whatever the negative fallout of this impending and scandalous divorce, it’s going to have some downside a bit on the brands she campaigns for. So a fast ‘tell-my-side-of-the-story mode’ had to be employed and fast too. I don’ t know if a professional PR person was involved with the packaging but it was tacky. Not professionally done, in my opinion. I’m not harping on what she said, as those things are her personal heart cry and she has a right of reply but I’m more interested in the optics of what has been put out.
“First, perhaps in a bid to elicit some linear empathy or something, Tiwa was made to think that looking humble and contrite corresponds with tying a dormitory scarf on her head and looking casual in a T Shirt was a good way to send the message home. I think it only demystified her brand more. This is a video which would be watched for years to come and even more so by her kid.
“Having tried so hard to be a Beyonce clone in Nigeria (and that’s my perception of her artistic projections all these years), she should have known too that Beyonce never plays with her optics in any way. That scarf and sombre look wasn’t the right optics, if you ask me. There are more visually acceptable ways of projecting a diva’s side of the story and her PR team ( if she has any) messed it up there.
“I’m asking myself too if the proprietary of having such an interview twenty four hours after the scandal was advisable. For many, it wouldn’t matter but for some, perhaps a little dignified silence would have been advisable. Ma’am, you are supposed to be pop queen. You be ‘ Dorodiva’. A simple press statement that you and your family would love to have your privacy respected at these trying period and bla bla bla would have kept everyone a bit cool till a proper interview surfaces. Recent clamping up lessons from Toke Makinwa would have helped.
“And the spilling though! I really have nothing to say on that much. First, every marriage have peculiar challenges. And couples try to work things out till the pressure point either makes the marriage go South or force the brakes for reconciliation. I have written many times about couples, especially celebrity couples who ‘flash and form’ seemingly pristine lifestyles on social media and I always end my homilies with the caveat that incessant kudos by one or even both partners to each other on social media at the slightest opportunity, are indications of a festering problem in that marriage. It’s the way it is here. The guy can be pummeling the wife every morning and she still would go up on social media to post his picture with words like ‘the only one for me…my lover, my life’. Incredible.

“In her interview, Tiwa said she dreaded his birthdays or wedding anniversaries because of “what people would say”. Sad, when a marriage is predicated on keeping up appearances for the public when it should actually be more private for both couples.
“Like I said, what she said in the interview is her right of reply. I would sympathise with her beyond the cosmetic sympathies she’s getting from fans, friends and fiends. She wanted a fairy tale life, worked hard to build it but found out that she was kissed by a frog who didn’t turn out to be the Prince she desired. My sympathy would be on the truncation of that dream and really not the nightmare she woke up from. Because she created it with him. And it had its entertainment value for the fans who lapped it all up.

“He was still legally married, from reports back then which were either squashed or played down, yet she ignored the alarm bells and still went ahead to marry him “after the traditional introduction”. What was celebrated in far away Dubai was just a reception for the introduction perhaps and not the legal nuptials. I stand to be corrected on this?

“It’s the classic case of the gullible girls always falling for the bad guys. And when you ask the question why such girls fall into that trap, they would reply that ‘I thought I could change him. That he would change’. Shiooor! His father could not change him, his mother could not change him but it’s you and your ikebe that will now change him?
“The gods are wise!
“She has denied the allegations of the trysts she purportedly had with Don Jazzy, Dr Sid and Tuface. Just as well too. Because I’m sure those guys must have had some temporary flaccidity after Tee’s ‘depressed’ rant. Person go just siddon e own and next tin your name go dey for somebody gbanshing list! Na wa o.
“And hasn’t this marital incubus taken its toll on her career in the past year? I think it has. In my opinion, this last album of Tiwa is crap. It’s quite a flat album. And it’s being received as such since its release in December. Perhaps the matrimonial shenanigans distracted the focus.
“It’s going to be hard work to rebuild her career from here on. Hard work. But she could just reinvent her career too. She seems like one who came into the scene with a ferocious focus to be on top. And she was arguably the biggest female act on he scene before perhaps a personal yearn for emotional fulfillment veered her off the path. And in trying to make a comeback, it hasn’t been easy. The fans have limited patience and other female rivals have come on the scene.
“Somehow, some comic relief seems to have come out of this. And it is perhaps culinary by inference. ‘ Edible Catering’. Talk about choking on one’s swallow! No pun intended. I do not know how people psycho-analysed that Tee Blizz’s instagram rants were as a result of depression. It seemed like a drunken or spaced-out outcry to me when I read it. And an accompanying recant on twitter later that his account was hacked seemed too like some silly sobriety thereafter. It’s high time these celebrities stop using the hacking excuse to cover up for infantile discretions.
“In all of this, I do feel some little sympathy for the couple. But there is a larger lesson to be learnt from all this by them and intending couples too; stop trying to keep up with The Joneses when in actual fact you have forgotten that you are The Jegedes. Keep the ish real.
“Oh….and if Tee Blizz was really hovering around the Lekki Ikoyi bridge as reported, for a suicide swim from which he was saved by Banky and others, then I would advise a whole squad or eagle – eyed friends to surround all bridges in Lagos after this Tiwa’s interview.
“She cleaned him out. Finished his ass like he messed up hers the day before.
“Depression? Nigger’s likely to see any bathtub as a river after he watches this video,” the critic penned down.
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Should We Put GEJ On Trial?

Article written by Tony Ogunlowo
There are those out there who want ex- President Jonathan Goodluck put on trial for his mismanagement of the country when he was President.

Whilst I’m not a big fan of his I don’t think this is a good idea.

Traditionally, ex-Presidents in Nigeria, corrupt, dictatorial or inept, have enjoyed immunity from persecution. It’s an unwritten rule. Nobody is considered ‘big’ enough to try them! The only exception to this rule has been when past military dictators have removed each other from office and dealt with themselves in true military fashion – either a spell in detention or up against a firing squad!

GEJ still has a considerable following in the country and persecuting him will only lead to mass rioting and disturbances as some people still believe he is a saint. Unfortunately Nigeria hasn’t evolved, or isn’t civilized enough, to put an ex-leader on trial, peacefully, without big wahala ensuring. So for now they remain untouchable and above the law.
And if you do put him on the stand, if that’s possible, how are you sure he won’t turn up in court with a team of about ninety overpaid and over-qualified lawyers who’ll turn the case into a show trial that will go on and on without reaching a verdict? And if you do put him on trial what’s he going to say? He probably won’t remember doing anything (- excuse the pun!) But yet again don’t forget he was just a by-stander most of the time while others ran the Presidency on his behalf requesting his presence only when they needed his signature on a money-transfer form!

But there is another way. GEJ can cooperate with EFCC investigators, helping them to unravel the myriad mystery of missing or looted funds. For instance was it a $2.1 billion dollars arms deal scandal or $15 billion dollars? Being the President at the time such a transaction would need his approval before the Central Bank would release any funds. Since he believes corruption is not a crime he obviously knows who the perpetrators are and it shouldn’t be too difficult for him to make a long list of all concerned and hand it over to the EFCC boys who’ll take it from there. It would be the patriotic – and honest – thing to do, if he’s capable.

Nigeria is currently enjoying a lot of bad press at the moment with the Senate Leader and others having their day in court. Do we really want to put a bumbling ex-President on trial to embarrass the nation in front of the whole world?

As an ex-President who has little or no credibility left, who’s forced to sneak around and doesn’t enjoy the patronage he used to, I believe he’s already been on trial and sentenced.

Let’s leave him to enjoy his Presidential pension, watch him turn up to give speeches in near deserted halls, struggle to write his memoirs or attempt to be an election monitor in some far flung banana republic.

"I don't care if I ever get married again" Tiwa Savage Breaks Silence


Singer, Tiwa Savage has finally lifted the lid on her marital crisis with estranged husband, Tunji Balogun. The Mother of one who broke down in tears during the exclusive interview with Pulse Nigeria vehemently denied claims that she cheated on her (ex) partner with some Mavin Records stars.

She revealed that Tee Billz lives an expensive, and unaffordable lifestyle which has embarrassed her several times adding that the Economic & Financial Crimes Commission(EFCC) and his debtors are after him over his alleged N45m debt.

For the past 2 months me and TJ have not been together. I will say for the record I have never cheated on my husband, never, not with Don Jazzy, not with Dr. Sid, not with 2face, not with anybody. I am willing to take a lie detector test. Before marriage, I didn’t know of his third child in Nigeria. A lot of people warned me about him, but I am going to say I made a mistake. At the beginning everyone says you can’t leave the marriage because our culture frowns on it. I made a mistake, do I have to wait ten years, 15 years?




”If I am not happy. And I was scared that if I ever find somebody else to marry me? That’s the misconceptions of our society. I don’t care if I ever get married again. I care about being happy for Jamil, I care about not walking on eggshells. I do want a man that works, that will help me with my financial burden. He doesn’t have to be a millionaire or billionaire, but at least someone that helps, and won’t put me in more debt.”

“The marriage is finally over, it’s been over for a while, and I have covered up for a while. What happened was God-sent, and he made it easier for me to walk away with what he did on social media. He got so many people angrier, he pulled so many innocent people into this. Even his family. He made it easy for me to finally up and walk away.”
 

Neymar buys $9.1 million jet

Two months after the Brazilian Federal Justice ordered the blocking of his accounts and assets, over tax evasion allegations,  Barcelona superstar, Neymar has purchased a business jet,  The purchase was reportedly made through a mortgage signed with the company Bir Participacoes. The Cessna 680 plane is valued at $9.1 million.

Rumour: Harry Redknapp to be appointed Super Eagles coach

Nigeria to appoint Harry Redknapp in a matter of days in bizarre late career twist
The debate about hiring a foreign coach for the Super Eagles has been going on for a while and and in a surprising turn, former Tottenham FC manager, Harry Redknapp has been linked to the job. According to reports, talks are already  in advanced stage and he is expected to put pen to paper n a matter of few days. Recall that last national team manager, Sunday Olishe resigned in February 2016 after eight months in charge.

Dele Alli gets 3-match ban

Tottenham’s Dele Alli has been handed a 3-match ban for violent conduct on Monday night’s 1-1 draw with West Brom at White Hart Lane. The English midfielder was filmed hitting West Bromwich Albion midfielder Claudio Yacob  in the 26th minute of the game. 
The PFA Young Player Of The Year will now miss the rest of the season –  Monday’s game against Chelsea at Stamford Bridge and the next two matches against Southampton and Newcastle United.

Banky W and Peter Okoye stopped Tiwa Savage 's husband from committing suicide today.

There’s a new development in the Tee Billz- Tiwa saga.
But for the intervention of artistes, Banky W and Peter ‘Psquare’ Okoye, Tiwa Savage’s husband, Tee Billz would have ended his life today, an eye witness has confirmed.  After pouring out his heart on instagram, the thoroughly depressed man reportedly headed to the Lekki-Ikoyi bridge to commit suicide (he hinted at this in one of his posts.)

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An eye witness identified as Chukwuma Ani confirmed the story. He said , ‘Around past 9 this morning while driving on the Lekki-Ikoyi toll bridge, a car hit me from behind. I came out of the car and approached the driver of the vehicle. I didn’t know who the man was (it was Teebillz). The man looked at me and told me to leave, that he was there for a reason. That he was planning to commit suicide. 

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I thought I was watching a movie. The man held the railing and tried to jump over it and that was when the yellow man held him and started shouting for help. The two of them nearly fell into the water. I quickly joined the yellow man to pull the guy out and while we were struggling with him, one Psquare twin (Peter Okoye) and Banky W joined us to pull the man out’.

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"I lost my best friend, I lost control"- Amaka Igwe's daughter pays tribute to her

To God who made me I don’t know how it’s two years today.
Mummy, you’re still not back?
I’m sure my memory will ease me back to a semblance of normalcy, but it won’t ever get there. I relive every hour. From midnight, or just before, from nine pm on the 27th when we had that three-hour call that ended with deathbed type words and prophecies and affirmations from you that I thought nothing of…
…to 8am, when we started our average of 5-8 daily calls (sometimes email) procedure.
That three-hour call was our farewell song. I just didn’t know you were singing. You told me you loved me, and I felt it in every fibre of my being. You told me how proud you were of me. You said you wouldn’t be there on my birthday. We talked about the future, and the future future, and unlike our usual co-daydreams you managed to keep the focus on me and erase yourself carefully out of it.

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Eight (or so) brief good morning, this-is-what-I’m-up-to calls, all the way to 4pm, when (I think) the 5th or 6th call (who counts when you think they will always come), when you called to check in and make sure I was studying, and give me your location, make me feel jealous all over again because I was the minority, away at school while you were with Dad and the boys…
…And say goodbye for the very last time. It wasn’t even a proper goodbye. ‘I’ll call you back’. Na so.
My spirit knew there was something wrong when you didn’t call at 6pm. Or 8pm. So I call you, and you don’t pick up. To distract myself I launch into a long laugh/chat with a friend, and then panic at 9pm when I talk about you so I remember to call, and you still don’t pick up. More panic. Then I am called to be informed of a very out of the blue out of the way visit. And then I know. Without knowing.
I run with the think horses not zebras approach.
I decide your phone has been stolen, and the robber ate your sim card because he was hungry after executing the crime, or better yet was feeling guilty and decided to use the sim card as the bread component of communion, with freshly tapped palm wine as the other. I decide your battery melted in the hot Udi sun.
I decide you were busy, and would be calling any minute to apologize and pick up where we left off. I prepped my pretend anger voice. I denied what no one but my heart was telling me.
I held out for all kinds of hope. Prayed the craziest prayers. Bargained with God.
That you would wake me up in the morning before my alarm. I believed that so much it was hard getting to sleep that night, I was waiting for the morning to come. Then it was all laid out, and I couldn’t un-know. You were gone. You were gone. You were gone. And you won’t be calling me back.
They don’t have phones where you’ve gone.
Seeing your phone and all your belongings when I got back home infuriated me. Then humbled me. Do not store up earthly treasures… Priorities.
If anything, God should have allowed that phone follow you to heaven, with at least one Ankara outfit, your glasses, that drum, and your gold necklace that you wore forever. A heavenly starter pack, to ease you into your new and improved eternal life. Not so?
Last year I wrote about everything that was supposed to be. I was still very angry at you. Today, I am not that far away from anger, just down the road. Maybe next year I’ll be on a different street.

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Today is my Ground Zero Plus 2. 2 years ago today, the thing I feared the most happened to me. I lost my best friend; and I lost control. My plans were shredded. The floor vanished under me, and it started to simultaneously rain from the ceiling. I fell, and fell, and fell, and I reached my foundation.
I don’t have precise words for what I feel. It’s never not going to hurt. I miss your full-frontal, spontaneous, in-your-face, fierce love. Sometimes I forget that you are gone, I really do. I have happy moments, with friends and family, I achieve something, I’m surprised, and I receive something undeserved unexpectedly and I reason that I can’t be this happy if you are gone.
Then I look around for you to agree with me and my neck almost goes 360 because you are not here.
Purpose has however never been more important. I feel awake.

You leaving has unlocked latent places in me that I wish never had to exist and come to the fore, but I will make the most of. I feel deeper. I love the ones I love, much harder. I’m less scared, of speaking my mind. I don’t want to leave things left unsaid. I don’t want to leave my life half-lived.
I’m scared more, because I have to think of my future and my future future without you. I don’t quite yet know how to exist in a world that you aren’t in; new phases and whatnot. I feel sometimes like a toddler someone yanked out of her walker.
I can’t comprehend that I won’t see you see me graduate anymore, and become a Barrister, and write much more, and found things, and fulfill my destiny, and get married, have kids, and grand kids… So you mean you really won’t come back?
My imagination cushions the impact. I have you prepping Jesus for a close-up, shooting the trailer for His return, with angels at the monitor, Peter at the camera, Uncle Offor holding the boom and you in the director’s chair yelling, “Aaaction!”
I have you eyeing me when I’m about to say something silly or do something stupid, or when I refuse to eat humble pie and apologize for doing said silly thing. I have you belly laughing in unison, when something I know would make us laugh makes me laugh.
I have you, in a parallel planet, doing the Senior Status LLB like you said you would. I have you dabbing, and thanking God you don’t have to try and krump anymore. I have you virtually hugging me, tightly, bone crushingly; as if to pull all my scattered emotions back into order.

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I have you in my heart, in a special chamber, helping my heart beat with your drum, your shorts, the vest and a huge smile.
I no longer think I have all the time in the world. But I’m still learning there’s a time for everything. I want to lean in so hard I’m half on the table. And if there’s no table I’m building one. Because life has never been shorter. And because I can.
I love you deep. I love you bottomless. I love you so much it scares me. You used to say you loved me enough for both of us, I didn’t get it. Now, wherever you are, whether you can or can’t love me back, I love you enough for the both of us too. Mamma mia. It’s my turn.
I didn’t know I would still be here, and still be me, but I am. I miss you without words, none are capable of articulating that emotion. Most times it makes me want to curl up in a ball, and not do anything at all. Sometimes, some days, that’s exactly what I do.
But In this weakness I am strong. And it is still well. Nothing else to say or do, but thank God, for my Ground Zero plus 2.

Olajumoke Orisaguna gifts 40 bread hawkers

Olajumoke Orisaguna

Olajumoke Orisaguna needs no introduction, she’s the lady whose grass to grace story shook the world. Few weeks ago, she reportedly doled out cash, N5,000 to 40 bread hawkers at the Liberty Bakery where she used to work. 
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In an interview with Encomium Magazine, he mother of two who just recently moved into her luxury apartment at Surulere said she’s enjoying her new home.
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My morning routine is to pray, cook, clean, wake up the children, then have them all eat together as a family.” She added.

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