Lionel Messi to open a one-of-a-kind restaurant in Barcelona.

Lionel Messi has dominated the football world, he is set to take the Spanish hospitality industry by storm too. The Barcelona maestro has revealed plans to open a one-of-a-kind restaurant in Barcelona and you can be certain of one thing, it will be grand!
Situated in the city’s Calle Enric Granados district, the restaurant which will open in summer will be
designed to resemble a local town, with interesting features like a cinema, a barber’s shop, news kiosk, table football, a church, grocery store, game machines, replicas of his trophies and even a town square. The Argentine will run the restaurant alongside his brother, Rodrigo, and his friends Juan Carlos, Borja and Pedro. 
The restaurant will be called Bellavista del Jardin del Norte.
 Let’s just save our teeth and call it the Bellavista. 

Photos: Jumoke Orisaguna is balling.

Olajumoke Orisaguna - Face of Shirley's Confectionary BellaNaija March 2016_Untitled-4 
Jumoke Orisaguna is still living large! The beautiful mother of two who has a few number of endorsement deals in her vault looks absolutely beautiful in these promo shoot for Shirleys Confectionery. To those who are not familiar with her story, Jumoke was just an ordinary girl before fate and chance decided otherwise few months ago. And during that period, she has rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty and stepped her foot in places she (probably) dreamt of. Her life is a testament to the fact that when God decides to treat your case file, he will thrust you beyind barriers of the past into the extraordinary life he designed for you. And what ordinarily should have taken years if not decades to establish, God can do in a split second.

Neymar found guilty of tax fraud in Brazil

Guilty As Charged! Brazilian administrative court has found Barcelona soccer star,  Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior, popularly called Neymar guilty of tax evasion between 2012-1014. This news is coming a month after a court froze £32m worth of his  assets, which included a private jet, yacht and properties in Brazil. The 24 year-old failed to pay tax in Brazil on his earnings from former club Santos as well as Barcelona and Nike endorsements between 2011-13. He concealed £11m in taxes between those three years. 
In its ruling, the federal court judge in Rio de Janeiro included £25m in interest and fines.
‘We studied the information regarding the tax case in question, Neymar, the three businesses and his business partners (parents of the player) and we found that there were fraudulent business practices,’ Develly Claudia Montez, who performed the audit for the court wrote.
Additional information from Daily Mail.

Why Nigerians are special | By: Reuben Abati

Whatever problem we may have in Nigeria at this or any other time, this country is sustained by the fact that we are indeed a very special people. We have been described as the happiest people on earth, we have also described ourselves as resilient, gifted and determined, and in one report, Nigerians are said to have the strongest shock absorber against some of the deadliest diseases in the world. If anyone doubted this last point, well, recall that we won the battle over Ebola virus, and polio.
The more you look at it, the more it seems as if there is something in the Nigerian DNA that defies defeat, that automatically deletes any virus that can result in system shut down, there is that X-factor in our affairs that rises when hope seems lost, and life seems tragic.  Somehow, the Nigerian spirit regenerates, recreates and reinvents itself, turns failure into possibilities, pessimism into new expectations, and tomorrow into an anchor for renewal. 

 
We are at such a crossroad, right now. But in the midst of the despair, the listlessness, the anxiety, the what-happened-to-us and what-the hell-is-going-on, you can’t miss the fact that the average Nigerian has not lost his bounce. The biggest tragedies that can hobble other nations happen here and we just shrug them off.  Boko Haram alone has claimed thousands of lives. Hun hun. Herdsmen have killed men and women in their hundreds. Hun hun. More lives have been lost to vehicle accidents on our poorly made, badly maintained roads. Well, hun hun. Many fingers have been caught in the national cookie jar. Ha. What is this? Who dunnit? But, o ma se o.  hun hun. The national leaky bucket has a thousand holes. Ha, no country can live with this? Still, hen hun hun.  We voted and there were promises of a new spirit of the age. But that spirit is yet to manifest. So? Nothing good comes easy, therefore. No miracles in the new agenda. So, ni igba yen wa n ko? So, life goes on.
 
Whatever life throws at the average Nigerian, he protests, he complains, but he accommodates it.  It is the reason why nobody will throw stones because power supply is at the worst level in years. It is the reason why workers who have not been paid for months after months will still see the same Governor who is responsible for their misery, after collecting Federal money to help them, and has refused to deliver and they will still scream: “My Excellency, sir.”  When workers go on strike, someone calls them together, says something nice, provides something nice and everything falls nicely in place. The late Chief MKO Abiola was quoted saying “eto ni gbogbo e”, that is anything in Nigeria can be arranged nicely. 
 
The June 12 debacle sadly could not be arranged nicely. It cost the Chief of native wisdom and martyr of Nigerian democracy his life, but many lessons have been learnt.  And one key lesson is that in this country, the people are determined to live no matter what. They can grumble as they wish about the public space but Nigerians are not ready to give up their will to live, their right to live and their understanding of how to live.  And if you put your neck on the line on their behalf, you will be shocked that you will the subject of memes and what’s app jokes. The people laugh at martyrs and heroes because they see no reason why anyone should commit suicide, defending Nigeria, when there is so much life to be enjoyed.
 
Nigeria is probably the global headquarters of enjoyment.  The way the ordinary man has complained in recent times, about political change and the socio-cultural changes it has brought, you would think Nigerians are in serious trouble.  But that is not the case. The foreign exchange market has gone into a crazy overdrive impoverishing the whole nation. Parents whose children are schooling abroad are afraid that they may no longer be able to pay fees. The manufacturing sector is abusing the Minister of Finance-what’s-that-her-name-again? and where-did-she-learn-finance-public-policy-and-economics, but I beg, look around, more businesses are actually springing up and all those foreign investors who are supposedly monitoring the Nigerian market are actually clinging to this market.  Why do you think MTN wants to remain in Nigeria till death do them part? Why do you think all those foreign countries want President Buhari to visit? The banks have retrenched a lot of staff but the same banks have started recruiting again. In this country, what you see is not what you get. There is problem with foreign exchange but activities at the ports have not ceased. Wait till September, you’d be shocked the number of Nigerian children heading towards Europe, North America and other parts of Africa in pursuit of expensive, forex-backed education.
 
I beg, leave matter. And if you don’t want to leave it go to the nearest fuel station where many Nigerians are queuing up for fuel with power generating sets and jerry cans. The people are going through the hardship but they are laughing at their leaders. You think you can mess us up, na lie. If you people like, sell fuel for N150, we go survive. They stay in front of that fuel station and they review Nigeria’s history and lament the choices they have made, but their spirit remains strong. That is what makes them Nigerian. Go to the vendors’ stand. The crowd of poor people who cannot afford to buy a newspaper copy, have all the same listened to the news and the only place where they can compete as pundits is that roadside corner, where sometimes one drunken idiot loses control behind the wheels and sheds human blood, wasting those who have gathered not to buy any newspaper but to debate Nigeria. This special crowd knows it all. You don’t want to get involved with them. They will remind you that a Ph.D holder is actually a real idiot, and that nobody needs certificates of any type to be a Nigerian, and well they add too, that if you ever worked in government, then you are a confirmed idiot, and a professional trickster.
 
Nigerians are so inventive, they find every way of beating bad news, bad experience, or anything that tries to defeat them.  Everyone says there is no money in town, they claim things have gone from bad to worse but the parties have not stooped. Go to any of the joints around Lagos, nothing has been spoiled. Isi ewu, nkwobi, asun, sawa, orisirisi, point and kill have all defied the Forex market. Yes, the price of staple commodities has risen, but that has not stopped the people from throwing lavish wedding parties. Nor has it stopped anybody from marrying three times when once is enough: our people do traditional wedding – valid, they go to the registry: valid, they rush to church- valid: rather than marry once, they do it thrice all within a week. Nor has the austerity in town stopped anybody from burying the dead as if the more money is thrown at the grave, the likeliest the possibility of the dead suddenly becoming a Lazarus of the 21stcentury.
 
Is there poverty in town? You answer that question based on the evidence of your eyes. What I have seen is that Nigerians are still living as if there is too much money in the country. Take a look at the garments Nigerians wear every week. We certainly don’t look like electricity is a problem or that money is in short supply. Soon it will be another Ojude oba among the Ijebus, for example.  You go and check them out. As a teacher at Ogun State University in those days, (I served later as member of the Governing Council), we used to go from one party to the other, guzzling free food and quaffing free drinks. Today, those lavish parties have not ceased. Nobody eats like that in Europe or North America. When you go to all the old joints, in Agarawu in Lagos or Tarmac, nothing has changed either. The music still flows, the swag is on. Elsewhere, new buildings are springing up; new cars are being “washed”, additional wives are being acquired. Leave matter, I beg. Nigeria will survive, and these same people who are complaining about change, you’d be shocked, they’d still vote for their stomachs in 2019. 
 
And that is why Nigeria is one country that beats all the textbook theories. We are just something else. There is more in the social arena that defines who we are, than in the theoretical arena.  The same people who are complaining that they have not seen change are actually hoping for more. They are not ready to adjust. They are not ready to make sacrifices. If they have an opportunity to be close to government in any way, they will jump at it. The corruption that we talk about is not just in government corridors, it is in society, but the one inside society is so difficult to trap because it is amorphous and inchoate in so many respects. Invariably, the snake feeds on itself: mobius strip.
 
What we are left with is the image of the people laughing at government and themselves. Have you taken time out to check what happens on social media?  Anybody who ever ventured into governance is easy game. The people design caricatures and mock them. Nigeria produces more memes and graphics than any other country in Africa not necessarily because of the events that happen here but because of the people’s consciousness, and if I may add, private greed. In that other world, political change is ridiculed, poverty is deplored, GEJ is becoming a saint and PMB a villain, but the people are still having fun, and blaming Nigeria and the politicians.
 
I tell you, the problem with Nigeria is not the politicians but the people themselves. We are very special people, but we don’t really know what we want, and because we are like that, we confuse the politicians and the nation. But for as long as we can wear those impressive attires and throw those parties and dance to old music and pay our private bills, we see no reason to care enough.  Pity is: no country can ever move ahead if the people do not care enough. For us, life goes on, no matter what. 

Champions League draw: PSG take on Man City, Barca to face Atl. Madrid

The Champions League quarter-final draw has been revealed. Manchester City will take on PSG  for the first time while La Liga giants, Barcelona  will face their spanish counterparts Atletico Madrid. The rest of the clashes is between Bayern Munich and Benfica , Wolfsburg vesus Real Madrid. Ties will be played on 5th and 6th April as well as 12th and 13th April

Court denies Ibinabo Fiberesima bail.

Actress, Ibinabo Fiberesima’s attempt to get released on bail has met a brickwall. For those who are not familiar with her story,  she recently bagged a 5-year jail term  for ramming into the vehicle of a certain Dr Giwa Suraj along Lekki-Epe expressway in February 2006 and causing his death.  

The AGN President had asked to be released on bail while the Supreme Court hears her appeal against the appellate court’s judgment in which her five-year sentence for manslaughter was upheld. Her lawyer, Victor Eden in an affidavit of urgency filed in support of her bail application, revealed that she had just undergone surgery to remove breast cancer and needed monitoring.
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“It will be in the interest of justice and for her health and safety for the appellant to be admitted to bail pending the hearing and determination of the appellant’s appeal before the Supreme Court,” Eden said.
However, a three-man panel presided over by Justice Ndukwe-Anyanwu denied the mother of five bail yesterday, saying  the appellant failed to attach copies of the judgment that was delivered by the court on March 11th, 2016 which affirmed the five years jail term imposed on her.
The case was then adjourned till April 7th 2016 for the hearing of the bail application.

Roma footballer leaves World Cup medal in Italy kitman's coffin

De Rossi Italy Roma coffin medal World Cup
Roma midfielder, Daniele De Rossi is making the headlines for a bizarre reason. 
The 32 year-old paid a very rare tribute to former Italian kitman, Pietro Lombardi who recently passed on at the age of 92.  After De Rossi finished training on Wednesday morning, he hurriedly drove to Florence to attend the funeral of his former kitman, and to the consternation of all, he left his 2006 FIFA World Cup winner’s medal in the deceased’s coffin. 
Lombardi was 82 when Italy won the 2006 World Cup. His adeptness at cleaning the footballers’ shoes, earned him respect and admiration amongst the players. He was even  nicknamed ‘Spazzolino’ (toothbrush). 
May his soul find repose. Amen

Short Story: Corporate Tensions | By: Jerry Cheimeke

Photo Credit: themuse.com
“Heyy,
make sure you report early to the office tomorrow. Remember you’ve got a
journey to make.”
“But
Sir, wouldn’t it be better if I just took off from my place to the park, I
mean, to save time and….”
“Look
here, I don’t know how you want to do it. Even if it means waking up by five,
better report here at the office. You keep acting like you know it all. I don’t
like it, you must take my instructions….maybe I should contact  your previous employers, so I can find out if
you have a history of insubordination.”
Insubordination,
really?  I spent the next half a minute
trying to process what I had done wrong, by suggesting what I felt was a better
way to carry out the following day’s tasks. All that bile from his lips, just
for thinking on my feet! For this boss of mine, it was either his way, or the
highway.
I
knew that I should have got used to his vitriol and bile by now, but there was
something about his recent utterances that found their way to my bone. It was
probably the fact that it was past the day’s closing hours and so I had drawn
down my mental anti-employer defences, letting the venom from his words seep
in….or maybe it was because he had not paid my salary, ten days after
everyone else in the office had received their paycheques! He had cited
financial difficulties, but was it not I who did the most work the previous
month (even doubling as clerical staff on certain days), and had he not only
yesterday instructed the secretary to pay out some money into a relative’s bank
account, money which amounted to twice what I earned?
There
had also been the multiple episodes of being dressed down for errors as grave
as a double line spacing instead of single line spacing on a document. Failing
to mentally regurgitate one point out of ten points made by him during a
previous interactive session would usually lead to questions about the
authenticity of the excellent academic qualifications contained in my resume,
and on more than one occasion he had called me out for not making efforts to
bring more clients, reminding me that marketing prowess made up half of my
assessment points (never mind that the office had no marketing department). I
did not even want to recall the days that my one-hour mandatory break was cut
short after less than ten minutes, or the threats he made about my having to
forfeit a month’s worth of earnings in the event that I desired to leave. I did
not need to watch the movie “Horrible Bosses”; I acted it out every day.
I
would often go home depressed because of this man, and during my intense battle
with malaria I did not get so much as half a day off; as a matter of fact more
files were placed on my desk. I had long chosen to ignore, patiently waiting
for a much better opportunity, upon which I would withdraw my services without
so much as a warning. I took a deep breath and picked up my jacket, getting
ready to go face the city’s gruelling traffic, when he began to speak in his
trademark annoying tone:
“The
clerk said he got to Yaba with those documents by 4pm. Why so late?”
“Sir,
that was because he also had to get to Victoria Island earlier in the day. I
gave him both sets of documents, and he said traffic contributed to the
delay….”
“I
don’t know, there is so much inefficiency and incompetence on display here”, he
cut in. “Why didn’t you call him from time to time to track his movements? I
don’t care about the traffic situation, I want things done. I am many years
ahead of you in this business, you don’t know everything. I am beginning to
think I erred in hiring you.”
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At
that moment, I decided that I had heard enough.
I
looked around the office. It was only slightly larger than an average living
room, the beautiful design of the firm’s website obviously made to deceive
desperate jobseekers before draining them of their souls once they got their
employment letters. It was nearly 6.30pm, and we were the only living creatures
in the building. I saw that he was putting some of his personal effects (such
as his food flask and mouth spray) into his bag, I quickly reached for the
office scanner, and in a matter of seconds, I had applied it to the left side
of his head with considerable force.
I
was fully aware that my stint as an employee in this low-level firm would come
to an end, but I was determined to make an impression. I gave him a cold stare
as he lay on the floor, clutching his head in pain, and I swung the scanner
again, only dropping it when I began to spot some red liquid on it. I then
grabbed the charger of the laptop assigned to me, that laptop which stood for
all the oppression I had endured in the last three months, and I wrapped the
chord around his neck, knotting it tightly and dragging him around the office,
but not before tying his hands behind his back with the ropes used in sealing
some of the office files . He would not stop screaming though, groaning in
typical work-hour-whining fashion, and I took hold of his jaw, clipping his
lips with the stapler I picked from his table, before proceeding to close up
shop with a maxing tape. Reasoning that I had to finish what I had started, I
pulled down the office printer, set his bloodied head on it, and forcibly
brought down the scanner repeatedly until I was sure that he had gone
motionless. Satisfied, I dragged his body to the door and hurled it down the
stairs, before returning to clean up all the blood left in the wake of my
notice of resignation.
***********
“Hey,
where has your mind gone?”
My
boss’ voice jolted me back to reality. It had all been a figment of my
imagination, another one of many times I had sent my boss to permanent sleep in
my head. Sure enough, I had a mind to put him away, but the law prescribed a
death penalty as punishment for what I desired, and I was not quite sure as to
whether the hangman would make a good host. I grinned as I picked up my bag and
jacket, ready to close for the day, when I heard him say:
“How
many times will I tell you to leave a line, and not two lines, between the
address of the recipient and the salutation? Incompetent thing, maybe I should
even further withhold your salary. Your appraisal is up for next month, and if
I must say, you have done nothing to merit a raise.”

The
fact that everyone else had departed helped the echoing effect of the words. I
looked up and saw him putting some of his personal effects in a bag. For me,
having no dignity was worse than making a necklace of the hangman’s noose, and
my boss’ statements stripped me of my dignity with each passing day. I stepped
to the right and reached for the scanner.   
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Jerry Chiemeke is a lawyer and freelance writer who lives in Lagos. An amateur photographer and sports enthusiast as well, Jerry’s works have appeared on Blanck Digital, Elsieisy and Oshodi.tv. You can follow him on Twitter @J_Chiemeke, and also check out his craft on his blog at pensofchi.wordpress.com )
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1 Nigerian Makes Time’s 30 Most Influential People on the Internet list

Nigerian American gossip blogger, Angie Nwandu has been named in Time’s 30 Most Influential People On The Internet list. Angie is behind one of the most popular gossip instagram accounts- TheShadeRoom. Angie Nwandu’s parents emigrated from Nigeria to the United States in the late 1980s; they later gave birth to her in 1989. Angie’s parents were in a violent relationship. Sadly, Mr. Nwandu murdered his wife and was sentenced to 28 years to life in prison in 2002. With no immediate family left to live with, Angie and her four sisters were incorporated into the Los Angeles foster care system. 
Angie claimed to have been abused verbally, mentally and sexually. At 13, she was enrolled in a program for foster children called Peace for Kids. After receiving a full scholarship, Angie graduated from Loyola Marymount University in 2012 and went on to work as an accountant for a motorcycle company which stopped paying her after a while. By March 2014, Angie was without a job and left with nothing to do, she began posting gossip on celebs with the user name The Shade Room. Today she has made a mark for herself in the blogging niche and she’s earned a spot in Time’s list. 
Below is Time’s feature on her. 

“As more and more of our own daily interactions happen online, so, too, does celebrity drama. And Nwandu, 25, has made it her business to capture it. Two years ago, she started The Shade Room, an Instagram account and blog that aims to be like Page Six for celebrities on social media: a chronicle of who likes whose posts, who comments on whose photos, and who starts following (or better yet, unfollowing) each other. Since then, TSR has become a burgeoning media empire, replete with its own tipsters, staff (there are now fourfull-time employees), and advertisers—all of whom serve an audience of 3.9 million. And counting.—Nolan Feeney”



Other names included:  Kanye West, Kim Kardashian-West, Drake, Donald Trump, J.K. Rowling Cristiano Ronaldo, Caitlyn Jenner, Joy Cho, James Corden, Laci Green , Josh Holz and Daniel Lara DJ Khaled, Johnetta Elzie and DeRay McKesson Felix Arvid, Ulf Kjellberg (a.k.a. PewDiePie) Lele Pons Essena O’Neill Narendra Modi Elise Andrew Ken M Lilly Singh (a.k.a. Superwoman) Matt Drudge, Andrew Bachelor (a.k.a. King Bach) Kayla Itsines, Peter Bouckaert Josh Ostrovsky (a.k.a. The Fat Jew) Tess Holliday Helen Van Winkle (a.k.a. Baddiewinkle)

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