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Something frightening happened to me on Friday night (yes, I mean last week). I had a nightmare. I know you must be curious about the correlation between this nightmare and the Blackberry Bold 9900. Keep reading. By the end of the story, you too, will agree with me. I dreamt about Mercy Johnson. Before you hiss, let me just say that it is an absolute coincidence that I'm blogging about Mercy Johnson in what seems like a back to back post. Read More
“And the Winner Is…” New York, NY - (Sept.6th, 2011) - Over the weekend, the city of New York played host to some of Nigeria and Africa’s finest in the entertainment industry, during the three day long Nigeria Entertainment Awards event. The event line-up included a welcome party, seminar, movie premiere, the official award ceremony followed by the after-party. The main event being the award ceremony was definitely the highlight of the weekend, with nominees, guests and fans being able to Read More
Last weekend on Verastically Speakin,' we had a random show. For those that are unfamiliar with the show and/or its Randomisity series, the random show is basically true to its name. We dedicate two hours to talking about anything and everything. It can be something that I think of, something that my co-host thinks of, something that the callers think of, or something that people on the social networks suggest (chat room, Twitter, Facebook, etc). On that note, Mercy Johnson's impending wedding Read More
So Abuja has been bombed again. At this point, it has become a regular occurrence. We are slowly becoming desensitized to it. It happened before. It'll probably happen again. As I read the accounts of the bombing in Abuja today, I was angry. My spirit was angry, more than usual. It is not just that the UN building in Abuja was bombed in broad daylight, it is also the fact that I know something could have been done to prevent it. And even after the deed was done, the management of it was poor. Read More
I don't care how many times you scream drama queen, but when you wake up and find your house - a formerly non living thing - swaying from left to right like a scene out of The Exorcist, then you can come back and talk to me again. Read More
