The Media Personality just made this revelation in a new post shared via her Instagram page.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Toke Makinwa reveals that D'banj pledged N1million to her new book ...and has redeemed it.
The Media Personality just made this revelation in a new post shared via her Instagram page.
Man U's Jose Mourinho to sign Chelsea's John Mikel Obi in January
The Sun UK newspapers has published a shocking report, saying Jose
Mourinho intends to sign Chelsea and Super Eagles midfielder John Mikel
Obi in January.Mourinho feels Mikel, who has a few months left in his Chelsea contact, will help improve Man U's midfield and is prepared to sign him in January when he knows he'll come cheap. Read the full report, after the cut.
Mikel, 29, has not played under new Stamford Bridge manager Antonio Conte and there are no plans to renew his contract which runs out this season.
Now the Man united boss is ready to take advantage with a cut-price New Year offer for the player the Red Devils thought they had signed ten years ago.
Mikel had just turned 19 when the Old Trafford outfit announced on their website that they had signed the teenager on a four-year contract from Norwegian club Lyn Oslo. The £4million transfer was done directly with the player and his club — bypassing his agents and he was even pictured in a United shirt. But Chelsea angrily claimed they had an agreement with the agents to buy him.
It was reported Obi started to get threatening phone calls and ended up having to take refuge in a safe hotel with a security guard.
He then went missing from Lyn amid stories he had been kidnapped.
The Nigerian midfielder had actually travelled to London where he went on Sky Sports TV to claim that he had been pressured into signing for United, something they denied, and he wanted to join the Blues.
The matter was resolved when Chelsea paid United £12m and Lyn £4m.
If the deal is successful, this will be the second time Mourinho will sign Obi, who he believes can play in a defensive midfield role in front of the back four.
He needs that type of player to give £89m Paul Pogba freedom to roam.
Fabregas, Sterling, Giroud, Bellerin, and others attend the premiere of Usain Bolt's film ‘I Am Bolt’ (Photos)
A number of famous England sport stars turned out for the premiere of
world's fastest man, Usain Bolt's new film titled ‘I Am Bolt’.
The event which held at the ODEON in Leicester Square on Monday
saw notable football stars like Oliver Giroud, Nacho Monroel, Hector
Bellerin, Santi Cazorla, Calum Chambers (Arsenal) and their former
legend Robert Pires.
Chelsea midfielder Cesc
Fabregas who hasn’t played most games this season was also seen on the
red carpet, alongside Manchester City whizkid, Raheem Sterling.
There
were also a number of historically significant names at the event
including Olympic and World champion middle distance runner Mo Farah,
Tennis icons Boris Becker, British sporting icons David Haye and Darren
Campbell.
Fleur East, Geri
Horner of the Spice Girls, Liam Payne, and Sean Paul.
The
film 'I Am Bolt' covers the sprint king's career and follows his
record-breaking appearance at the Rio Olympics, in which he managed an
iconic 'Triple-Triple'.
'I Am Bolt' features appearances by the likes of Pele, Neymar, Serena Williams, Seb Coe, Ziggy Marley, and musician Nas.
See more photos below...
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Short story titled : THE GREAT DETECTIVE
We are in the drawing room with the Great Detective. Everyone is
assembled. All the family, the household staff, the weekend guests,
anyone who has been near this place since we found the body of poor old
Aunt Charlotte last Friday evening. It is time, it seems, for the
grand finale. This is the moment where he lines everyone up and
unravels the mystery for us. This is the part where he explains exactly
what has been going on, displays at great length every facet of his
genius before eventually, finally pointing a finger at the murderer.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I very nearly didn’t come. It’s a Sunday evening, after all. I should be out on the golf course, or relaxing somewhere with a cigar and a brandy, not sweating away in here with the rest of the family. Still, this detective fellow is a difficult man to say no to sometimes. He has an oddly persuasive manner about him. You find yourself agreeing to the oddest things.
Besides, it is rather in our interest to be here. We are suspects after all and we know it. We’ve all had to put up with a questioning and cross-examination from the man himself, as well as the usual clumsy prodding from the local constabulary. Nobody, it is fair to say, has enjoyed the process. All sorts of skeletons emerging from closets, you understand. You can’t imagine the feathers he’s been bristling this past few days. It really has been marvelously enlightening!
God only knows how he gets away with it. You'd have thought there'd be rules against this sort of thing. Other people have to play it by the book, to follow procedure and whatnot, but none of that seems to apply to him. Genius makes its own rules, I suppose. And he does have this habit of always, inevitably solving the crime. There is no puzzle, they say, that the great man cannot unlock, no code he cannot break. If there are jewels to be found, he will find them. If there is a plot to be stopped, he will stop it. Reading his press he comes across like some sort of all-seeing superman with a monocle and a waistcoat. The flawless bloodhound who always, always gets his man.
All of which is a little bit worrying for me at this stage, to be honest. You see (and I do hate to spoil the surprise for you) I am the murderer. It was me. I did it. So you can imagine how exceedingly disconcerting it is to have to sit here and watch him explain, in great detail and with no little flair, exactly how I managed to pull the thing off. Very worrying indeed.
So far, he has everything pretty much spot on. The motive - Aunt Charlotte's money, of course, and the threat of a horrid new codicil in that valuable old will of hers. The method - arsenic in the hot chocolate (I am so fond of the classics). The misdirection - putting the poison into Charlotte's secret brandy stash too, so as to make it look as though the murder might have taken place much earlier than it actually did. I have to say I'm very impressed. Even in my precarious situation I can't help but admire the skill with which he's picked it all apart. He's even unravelled that little double bluff I set up - planting the arsenic bottle in my own luggage but cunningly making it look as though young Emma - the waiflike maidservant who has a thing for Cousin Stewart - must have put it there.
I fear there's no denying it. He's seen right through everything and it's only a matter of time before I hear the snap of handcuffs around my wrists. I should be upset, but to be honest I'm enjoying the show too much. More than that, I’m actually eager to hear see exactly how he's going to pin me down. No doubt there was some shoddy mistake I made along the way, that's the way these things normally pan out. I'm sure that whatever happens I'll completely deserve everything that comes my way. I'm not asking for any sympathy. I am guilty after all, there's no question about that.
So I'm sitting back in my chair, quite resigned to my fate when he comes to summing things up and prepares to unveil the culprit. I'm not even listening properly anymore. It’s so obvious what's coming next that I've already begun to mentally prepare my confession and congratulations to the sleuth. Something suitably witty and self-deprecating I'm thinking. Something sharp with a little bit of style. If one has to go to the gallows, one might as well be cheerful about it, don’t you think?
You can imagine my surprise then, when his voice rises to a crescendo, a peak of flamboyant outrage and, standing right in front of me, he spins and stretches out a finger and declares the murder to be none other than...Great Uncle Philip? Really? That decrepit old codger in the wheelchair? Can he be serious?
At first I can't believe it. It doesn't seem possible he's made such an obvious blunder. I'm waiting for him to crack a joke and turn his glare my way, but he never does. Instead, to Uncle Philip’s horrified indignation, he runs through all the evidence that proves indisputably that he is the only one of us who could possibly have committed the crime. I'm glad to say that it does all sound very convincing. So much so that I begin to wonder whether I'm not the only murderer in the room. Maybe we both did it? Who knows? Either way it seems like I've pulled it off. I’ve managed to luck my way past the Great Detective and all his lackeys.
I sit back in my chair and try to force my heart to stop beating so fast. Everyone else in the room looks sick and drained, as if they're being dragged through an emotional wringer. For the first time this weekend I almost feel sorry for them. Cousin Stewart is on his feet and shaking his fist, arguing bitterly with the detective and his sidekicks. The maids are all weeping uncontrollably. Over in the corner Aunt Sophie is turning a very unhealthy looking pale yellow sort of a colour. Poor Aunt Sophie, with her bad legs and weak heart. This weekend's affair can't have done her any good at all. She probably doesn't have long left, really. Much more of this and she'll probably tip right over the edge, no doubt. She lurches forward in her chair and daps at her mouth with a handkerchief. She's looking right over to me, her eyes pleading for some help or some comfort. I get to my feet and take her over a glass of water. As her frail old hand takes it from me and she nods her thanks, a thought occurs crosses my mind. Just how, I wonder, are the contents of her will arranged?
I don’t know about anyone else, but I very nearly didn’t come. It’s a Sunday evening, after all. I should be out on the golf course, or relaxing somewhere with a cigar and a brandy, not sweating away in here with the rest of the family. Still, this detective fellow is a difficult man to say no to sometimes. He has an oddly persuasive manner about him. You find yourself agreeing to the oddest things.
Besides, it is rather in our interest to be here. We are suspects after all and we know it. We’ve all had to put up with a questioning and cross-examination from the man himself, as well as the usual clumsy prodding from the local constabulary. Nobody, it is fair to say, has enjoyed the process. All sorts of skeletons emerging from closets, you understand. You can’t imagine the feathers he’s been bristling this past few days. It really has been marvelously enlightening!
God only knows how he gets away with it. You'd have thought there'd be rules against this sort of thing. Other people have to play it by the book, to follow procedure and whatnot, but none of that seems to apply to him. Genius makes its own rules, I suppose. And he does have this habit of always, inevitably solving the crime. There is no puzzle, they say, that the great man cannot unlock, no code he cannot break. If there are jewels to be found, he will find them. If there is a plot to be stopped, he will stop it. Reading his press he comes across like some sort of all-seeing superman with a monocle and a waistcoat. The flawless bloodhound who always, always gets his man.
All of which is a little bit worrying for me at this stage, to be honest. You see (and I do hate to spoil the surprise for you) I am the murderer. It was me. I did it. So you can imagine how exceedingly disconcerting it is to have to sit here and watch him explain, in great detail and with no little flair, exactly how I managed to pull the thing off. Very worrying indeed.
So far, he has everything pretty much spot on. The motive - Aunt Charlotte's money, of course, and the threat of a horrid new codicil in that valuable old will of hers. The method - arsenic in the hot chocolate (I am so fond of the classics). The misdirection - putting the poison into Charlotte's secret brandy stash too, so as to make it look as though the murder might have taken place much earlier than it actually did. I have to say I'm very impressed. Even in my precarious situation I can't help but admire the skill with which he's picked it all apart. He's even unravelled that little double bluff I set up - planting the arsenic bottle in my own luggage but cunningly making it look as though young Emma - the waiflike maidservant who has a thing for Cousin Stewart - must have put it there.
I fear there's no denying it. He's seen right through everything and it's only a matter of time before I hear the snap of handcuffs around my wrists. I should be upset, but to be honest I'm enjoying the show too much. More than that, I’m actually eager to hear see exactly how he's going to pin me down. No doubt there was some shoddy mistake I made along the way, that's the way these things normally pan out. I'm sure that whatever happens I'll completely deserve everything that comes my way. I'm not asking for any sympathy. I am guilty after all, there's no question about that.
So I'm sitting back in my chair, quite resigned to my fate when he comes to summing things up and prepares to unveil the culprit. I'm not even listening properly anymore. It’s so obvious what's coming next that I've already begun to mentally prepare my confession and congratulations to the sleuth. Something suitably witty and self-deprecating I'm thinking. Something sharp with a little bit of style. If one has to go to the gallows, one might as well be cheerful about it, don’t you think?
You can imagine my surprise then, when his voice rises to a crescendo, a peak of flamboyant outrage and, standing right in front of me, he spins and stretches out a finger and declares the murder to be none other than...Great Uncle Philip? Really? That decrepit old codger in the wheelchair? Can he be serious?
At first I can't believe it. It doesn't seem possible he's made such an obvious blunder. I'm waiting for him to crack a joke and turn his glare my way, but he never does. Instead, to Uncle Philip’s horrified indignation, he runs through all the evidence that proves indisputably that he is the only one of us who could possibly have committed the crime. I'm glad to say that it does all sound very convincing. So much so that I begin to wonder whether I'm not the only murderer in the room. Maybe we both did it? Who knows? Either way it seems like I've pulled it off. I’ve managed to luck my way past the Great Detective and all his lackeys.
I sit back in my chair and try to force my heart to stop beating so fast. Everyone else in the room looks sick and drained, as if they're being dragged through an emotional wringer. For the first time this weekend I almost feel sorry for them. Cousin Stewart is on his feet and shaking his fist, arguing bitterly with the detective and his sidekicks. The maids are all weeping uncontrollably. Over in the corner Aunt Sophie is turning a very unhealthy looking pale yellow sort of a colour. Poor Aunt Sophie, with her bad legs and weak heart. This weekend's affair can't have done her any good at all. She probably doesn't have long left, really. Much more of this and she'll probably tip right over the edge, no doubt. She lurches forward in her chair and daps at her mouth with a handkerchief. She's looking right over to me, her eyes pleading for some help or some comfort. I get to my feet and take her over a glass of water. As her frail old hand takes it from me and she nods her thanks, a thought occurs crosses my mind. Just how, I wonder, are the contents of her will arranged?
End
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
ASUU ends the warning strike
The Academic Staff Union of Universities
on Tuesday confirmed that it had ended its one week nationwide warning
strike over the non-implementation of its 2009 agreement with the
Federal Government.
The President of ASUU, Prof. Biodun Ogunyemi, who said this in Abuja, urged lecturers to return back to their classrooms.
“We are making progress especially with
the intervention of the Senate and in the next one or two meetings, if
we are able to get a clear path to the matter, we will avoid the
elongation of the strike.
“I have been receiving these reports that ASUU says strike continues, no, the strike ends today (Tuesday). All lecturers are to go back to work on Wednesday morning.”
Ogunyemi said ASUU was hopeful of a positive outcome going by the response coming from the Federal Government.
reporter: Friday Olokor, Abuja (punch news)
Fashion: Who wore it better? Yemi Alade vs Dolapo Oni Sijuade
They both stepped out in a Wana Sambo dress. Yemi Alade wore hers today
for a press conference while Dolapo rocked her own to a wedding in
February
Kris Jenner stuns at charity event where late ex husband, Robert Kardashian was honoured (Photos)
Kardashian matriarch Kris Jenner also attended the
Angel Ball hosted by Gabrielle's Angel Foundation for Cancer Research,
where her late ex husband, Robert Kardashian, who died of esophageal
cancer in 2003, was being honored.The 61-year-old reality star who attended the star-studded event in New York with her children and younger boyfriend Corey Gamble, wore a black gown featuring see through sheer paneling and an intricate design all over it and accessorized with diamond earrings. Corey looked dapper in a navy suit along with a white dress shirt, bow tie and black leather dress shoes.
More photos below...
ASUU strike continues as Senate meeting is deadlocked
An attempt by the Senate to bring to an end the lingering crisis between the Academic Staff Union of Universities and the Federal Government, failed Monday after an eight-hour meeting between both sides was deadlocked.
The two sides failed to agree on lecturers’ earned allowances.
The chairman, Senate Committee on Tertiary Education and TETFund, Jibrin Barau, disclosed this Monday night in Abuja.
The Senate had last Tuesday resolved to mediate between the Federal Government and ASUU. The lecturers want improved pay and work conditions.
ASUU declared a warning strike a day before the Senate’s resolution, complaining about the failure of the government to implement terms of the 2009 and 2013 agreements. The strike ends Wednesday amid fears of a looming indefinite strike.
Monday’s meeting with the union resolved all issues except earned allowances, Mr. Barau, APC Senator representing Kano South, said.
“You can see that we’ve been talking for about eight hours,” said Mr. Barau.
“We have deliberated and, thanks to God, we have resolved all the issues; we have agreed on all issues except one.
“It is about the earned allowances that need to be paid to the university lecturers. The government, due to paucity of fund, proposed a certain amount of money but ASUU thought otherwise; that the money was quite inadequate. The union said it was going back to its members, make consultations and get back to us. We do hope they will come back with good news.”
He however could not say when the next meeting to resolve pending issues would hold.
“Every section in this meeting will go back to their base or constituency and report what transpired and at a later date reconvene to trash out the remaining issues,” Mr. Barau said.
He said the next meeting would.
While declaring the warning strike, ASUU president, Biodun Ogunyemi, said at the University of Abuja on Monday, “Many aspects of the 2013 MoU and the 2009 agreement with the Federal Government have either been unimplemented or despairingly handled.
“The agreements are: Payments of staff entitlements since December 2015, funding of universities for revitalisation, pension, TSA and university autonomy and renegotiation of 2009 Agreement.”
Mr. Barau had told the Senate that ASUU was agitating for the smooth running of public universities and staff welfare.
"I lived in d streets for days, raped, used, deceived, and shot with a gun" Maheeda shares her life story
Maheeda, who is popularly known for sharing nude photos on Instagram,
turned a year older today and took to Instagram to share a touching
story about her life.
She narrated how difficult it was growing up in the streets without
parents and relatives, becoming a prostitute in order to survive and how
she met her white husband.
Read what she wrote after the cut...Born throw way, had n still have no idea of where or who my relatives are, no education, no talent no one to support, my country needed help talk less of helping someone. I did house girl n bar girl jobs but none could help with my dream n mind set. men? My fellow black when as at that time loved half-caste ladies or educated ladies or ladies from a good family , who dash me any of that qualities? I don't have those qualities. I had no house so I lived in d streets for days until I couldn't take it anymore. was raped, used deceived, n shot with a gun 🙏🏾 a prostitute took me into her shelter n I had a place to sleep but hey I hit d streets with her every night to d club hoping to see a white man to save me since I have been rejected and abandon by almost everyone in my life!!!! See how I became a club girl? That was another experience... let's not forget early pregnancy n d experience of being a single mother in a Lonely world. but thank God I found a white guy that heard my life story and promised to give me hope. he did by the way. since I had a white guy who was helping me with small small money to survive, I had nothing else to do as a job so I choose entertainment, why because I want to be somebody, all my life I have been feeling like a no body, so I thought being famous will make me a somebody! I couldn't sing to safe my life , I remember going to the studio and the producer was like nah mhen!!! Lol but I begged him and tell him my story how bad I want to be a somebody, so he stared teaching me to use my voice until we could manage it... well he said thank God you have learned the act of seduction while In the club, use that he said.... and that was what I have been doing till date ... but when I started so many Nigerians tried to push me down not knowing they were killing my last hope.. I forgive them all because they never knew. I still love them they only made me stronger! Well, story too long, so far so good , I don't only have a roof over my head, I live in a mansion, I can't only eat I feed others , I use to wear one pant for days now I dash girls colorful pants, I walked barefoot, now I give out shoes. thank God for life...HBD to me🙏🏾love y'all
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